Author's Note: Here we get into Harry's mind. I'm thinking about doing two keys per angel this season. I am going to have to see if I have as I go along. Speaking of which, fall will be tomorrow. This is where all of the fun stuff for this project comes. I have some ideas that will come from Reddit and Facebook. I am going to try and go nuts this season. (Yes, yes, I say that every season. I am really going to try this year.) You are going to have to stick around and see what I am doing next week. For now, enjoy this week's key.
Key Three: Harry:
He suffered when he was a human. He's still suffering now. How is this any different? Well, Harry can't die in this world. He can only stomach flesh and blood. However, he never gets full. There was someone he loved once, but she's gone to the Tower. He isn't fully alone, however.
They all shared in his misery. Some of them more than others. He's in that camp. Harry barely remembers being human. But when he does, it comes back to him in nightmares. Those are only in vague shapes, however. He had two arms once upon a time. Even now, he has one arm.
Before, Harry was just coasting. He wasn't really happy about it. His emotions had been dead for quite some time now. That's what happens when you are trapped in the Fallen City. Your heart just dies. You carry on living. But what is the point, really? Not like he was going to go anywhere.
Well, that was until he met Allen Walker. And that was a mistake? Or was that a blessing? He didn't know. Harry probably didn't care. He just wanted this to be all over. They couldn't go back the other way. No choice but to keep going forward. But where were they going to go? No, that wasn't the right question. They know where they are going. Only a couple of them knew how to get there. The real question was…
Harry frowned to himself.
He didn't know what the real question was.
"Are you okay?"
Harry looked up. Tyrone stared at him. Lying would be pointless. None of them were "okay". Since when were they ever "okay"?
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. Tyrone smacked him on the shoulder.
"Good," he said. The other angel stared at him.
"Huh?" he asked.
"You're still alive," Tyrone said. "To say you are fine is admitting defeat."
"Huh?"
"Pretending to be fine is the enemy. If you say that you aren't fine, it means you still feel something. You feel me?"
"I guess…"
Tyrone didn't make sense sometimes. But in this case, something did click. Harry was not okay. None of them were. Look around them. There is nothing but despair here. How could anyone be okay here? They wished they could die. They hoped they would die. However, they were all denied that release. They just keep on living.
Harry and his group keep trying to escape. They don't have any choice. They can't go back and going forward will not be easy. They've already had to leave Allen and Ophelia behind. Despite this, Harry knows they will catch up.
However, something isn't right. There's something changing around them. This city is about to shift. And it is not going to be in a good way. Harry could see in the skies. They used to be empty. But lately, they have been getting darker. He tilted his head.
"It's so purple," he said.
"What was that?"
Harry looked behind him. Kit was staring at him. The one-armed angel shook his head.
"Nothing," he said. "It's nothing." He turned and walked with the rest of the group. He could fly up and see where they are. Grace knew how to get through the city. It's not like they were lost. There are other problems that they had to deal with.
Kit started singing to himself again.
"Come as you are, as you were/As I want you to be/As a friend, as a friend/As an old enemy/Take your time, hurry up/Choice is yours, don't be late/Take a rest as a friend/As an old/Memoria, memoria/Memoria, memoria."
Harry never understood why he sang that song in particular. He vaguely remembered it from a time long ago. He's heard that he heard is somewhere. He could barely remember being human anymore. It was the city. It took and it took. When you have nothing left, what then? Harry didn't want to think about that.
He shivered again. Something was coming for them. It all reminded him of a dream that he had been having lately.
There was a church. It looked so old in the middle of an abandoned field. Everything was so quiet. Too quiet. There weren't even any crows cowling. Harry could feel his heart jump up into his chest. He shouldn't be here. But he can't turn back. There's something inside of him that compels him to come closer. Before he knew it, he wasn't alone.
Faceless figures walked up to the church. They kept their heads down as they walked. They looked darker than mud. Harry stood out in the middle of the crowd. He's seen this before. Only, there was a different destination. He turned and looked back at the abandoned church. When did it get closer? Something about it looked more menacing. Somehow, he could hear Kit's singing in his ear.
"Come as you are, as you were/As I want you to be/As a friend, as a friend/As an old enemy/Take your time, hurry up/Choice is yours, don't be late/Take a rest as a friend/As an old/Memoria, memoria/Memoria, memoria."
Harry took a step back.
No! I should not be here! But he can't turn back. All he can do is move forward. He's not doing it on his own. His feet are just moving. Step. Step. Step. Step.
The church got closer. Somebody opened the doors from inside. The figures walked inside in a single file line. Harry got a better look at the church. The building was made of black stones. The metal staple pointed up at the snow-white sky. He couldn't see anyone at the door. Harry tried to make himself stop. His feet pushed him forward. It was like something was pulling him into the sinister church.
You can't walk away.
He turned and looked behind him.
She looked so beautiful in her dress made of blood. Her feet didn't touch the ground. She had her head lowered. He already knew who she was. He didn't dare say her name. She slowly lifted her head. The black holes in for eyes looked like they were going to swallow him. Harry wanted to run away. But he was trapped between that damned church and that vile woman. He wished that he could sink into the ground.
Somebody called his name.
When he turned around, he was in front of the open doorway. It looked like a giant mouth waiting to swallow him whole. He took one more step forward and then…
Harry would wake up.
He can't stop thinking about that damned dream. It's becoming more frequent lately. Was he getting closer to going inside? He didn't know. Harry didn't think that he wanted to know. He looked at the backs of his companions. Kit was singing that old song again. Harry felt himself shiver. Kit's singing sounded more ominous now.
"Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach/As I want you to be/As a trend, as a friend/As an old/ Memoria, memoria/Memoria, memoria."