Original fic: Whispered Words In An Empty Memory.
Summary Judgement: Jackson Whey is rescued by an angel after a serial killer leaves him for dead with his girlfriend in a park. Jackson cannot remember his past and believes the angel was just a figment of his imagination. The police come looking for him after they link his near-death to several unsolved murders. He is haunted by the angel, appearing and disappearing without leaving any proof of his existence. Miracles start to happen as he is seduced by his mysterious guardian and the media start to take notice. Sightings of a dark stranger with wings set off a firestorm of speculation, and people begin to believe the end days are upon them. The 'angel' wants something from Jackson, but he's terrified of what that might be.
Prologue: Unspoken Lyrics
October 1st, 2014.
Night's gentle breeze slipped slowly through the leaves above. Their quiet clapping gave the air an hypnotic quality. A hint of chill settled in the wind's wake, the promise of an early frost.
None of it would ever touch her skin.
My eyes ached, yet, still I watched. Tiny shivers twitched beneath skin I barely felt. It wouldn't be long now. The ache in my chest had dulled with time, making my shallow breaths easier.
I longed to reach out, to hold her hand one last time. There would be no acknowledging squeeze, but that didn't matter. It was enough just to feel her.
Sweet Layla, you didn't deserve this.
Her cheek rest against the Mulberry's roots, eyes closed. In the orange glow of a street lamp, she appeared to be sleeping. Would anyone suspect, could they know the truth before morning? For a moment, she disappeared, taking the world with her.
When I looked again, things had become darker, distant. My sluggish heart beat a little faster at that. With the fluttering in my chest came renewed pain. Gasping, tears filled my eyes. I could feel the blade move just the slightest bit. Thankfully, it stung less now.
We laid curled, facing each other beneath the great tree. Only the wind kept us company here.
It was becoming harder to think, couldn't remember...how did we get...hurting.
"So beautiful."
Who said that? My eyes. They needed to be opened. To see. Why, they would work. What?
Eyes. Green. So deep, they were the world from above. Like an acient forest.
None of that made sense. What was happening?
A shiver ran through my body as drops of moisture merged to run along my exposed hip. Trembling, I tried to breathe slowly to blut the pain's returned. Along with these sensations came understanding. There was dew on my skin; I was laying on grass, bare to the world.
"Holy fuck." An awed whisper, he was just close enough that the words were barely audible. "Central! We've got a live one!"
Prologue: Unspoken Lyrics
October 1st, 2014.
Night's gentle breeze slipped slowly through the leaves above. Their quiet clapping gave the air an hypnotic quality. A hint of chill settled in the wind's wake, the promise of an early frost.
None of it would ever touch her skin.
My eyes ached, yet, still I watched. Tiny shivers twitched beneath skin I barely felt. It wouldn't be long now. The ache in my chest had dulled with time, making my shallow breaths easier.
I longed to reach out, to hold her hand one last time. There would be no acknowledging squeeze, but that didn't matter. It was enough just to feel her.
Sweet Layla, you didn't deserve this.
Her cheek rest against the Mulberry's roots, eyes closed. In the orange glow of a street lamp, she appeared to be sleeping. Would anyone suspect, could they know the truth before morning? For a moment, she disappeared, taking the world with her.
When I looked again, things had become darker, distant. My sluggish heart beat a little faster at that. With the fluttering in my chest came renewed pain. Gasping, tears filled my eyes. I could feel the blade move just the slightest bit. Thankfully, it stung less now.
We laid curled, facing each other beneath the great tree. Only the wind kept us company here.
It was becoming harder to think, couldn't remember...how did we get...hurting.
"So beautiful."
Who said that? My eyes. They needed to be opened. To see. Why, they would work. What?
Eyes. Green. So deep, they were the world from above. Like an acient forest.
None of that made sense. What was happening?
A shiver ran through my body as drops of moisture merged to run along my exposed hip. Trembling, I tried to breathe slowly to blut the pain's returned. Along with these sensations came understanding. There was dew on my skin; I was laying on grass, bare to the world.
"Holy fuck." An awed whisper, he was just close enough that the words were barely audible. "Central! We've got a live one!"