el story prologue
this is from my story
Chapter Zero
Fallen angels
Azalon stands alone
In a world of humans
And demons
He stands tainted and
Away from everything
the PA rings out the static that it normally does when it turns on, that annoying guy and girl who read the announcements comes on.
“Strange,” I remark to my friend, “why the hell are announcements in fourth.”
“Dunno.” Said he.
“Demons, gots to be demons!” I say jokingly.
“Yeah it ‘gots’ to be demons.” Said he slyly.
We both laughed.
The announcer once again had problems pronouncing something, “Fucking practice” I thought to myself.
“From Azalon,” he finally pronounced, “you’re all going to die by my hand” he said triumphant of his conquest of the post-it, “wait, what?”
Screams echoed from the hallways, the window in the door was splashed with blood. My head was throbbing, what the hell was going on?
“Oh no.” I said.
“Fuck dude, I think this deserves more than ‘oh no’.” my friend said, he was scared I could see it.
“No, God damn it!” I was on the brink of crying, “Shit, she… what if I can’t...” I was thinking out loud, considering the situation I don’t think anybody was really paying attention. “The window, I’m on the second story, I can make it.” Popping the window out, I jumped, “I can at least see her one more time.” Running through the double door, I saw the dead bodies and pools of blood, “God, no, she can’t be… I can still tell her.” Running up the stairs I see bisected bodies on the floor, twitching, some of the class room doors were open, but most were closed, peeking around the corner I see a great winged figure, with blood running down his hand and sword, “An angel” I look to the top of the doors and see her teachers name, the door is closed, “Thank God” opening it slowly, then pushing a book comes my way, “Crap” well at least everyone’s still alive.
I saw her face first, near the front of the huddled group, she wasn’t that relieved to see me, “Well shit” her mere presence brought me more comfort than anything, what the hell was I thinking anyway, she did have a boyfriend, why did I think she would be happy to see me.
Another set of screams, everyone cringed, except me, I was engulfed by her presence, “I will protect her, nothing will stop me.” My head began throbbing again, two pistols appeared in my hands, looking at them, they were makes and models I had never seen, except in my imagination. On the side of one was engraved “Dove of Peace” the other “Falcon of War” it was “Angel hunting season… fuck that’s lame” I chuckled.
The angel was in my sights, I squeezed the trigger on the Dove, then followed with the Falcon, they were dead on, it really didn’t matter though, before I could determine if I had hit or not the guns were empty. Press the release, toss in the air, produce two more clips, throw, guns fall into hands and the action slams forward loading the first bullet. “One more time”
“Foolish child!” the angels voice boomed an arrogant tone.
“Fuck.” I believe I have gotten myself into a mess was my tone.
Lined up the sights once again, the angel charged, I unloaded, the muzzle flash was enormous, but the kick was non-existent, they were ranged extensions of myself, I felt a blade pierce my chest, a white hot pain shot through my body, I felt it everywhere. I could feel myself slump over, guns disappeared, the angel unsheathed his blade.
He walked over to the room behind me, I couldn’t allow it, she was more to me than anything, even if she hated me, I would still feel the same, no one would take her away from the world, her love, her beauty, they must survive.
I stood up, everything hurt, I could feel that familiar life draining from me, “She must live, She must love…” whatever strength that was left, it was enough, “She must continue, I will not allow you to rob the world of her beauty…” I rushed and slid to a halt just within the threshold of the door, the blood was running from that single wound, “I will not allow it, She is not mine, but she is my everything…” a cruel smile, the sword rises, “Why is this happening, I will protect her until the end…” so cold, the sword falls, “Give me the strength to protect her, I will give everything…” a cool rush of wind, a silver blade, rushing from my chest, impaling the angel, “Thank you, with this, I will protect her…” grabbing the sword I rise up, the angel splits from the chest up, straight down the middle of his face, “I will protect her as long as you allow…” the roof above me splits, this blade is massive, “I am your servant, I will do your bidding…” the angel falls, his body slowly turns to flames and are absorbed by the sword, “You have given me life, A second chance…” his sword breaks and is melded with the great blade I wield, “Protect against the corrupt, Azalon was not the last…” the blade rushed back into my chest, “My soul is my weapon, Lose it for her…” the pain of life, I fall back, slowly as if I am supported by wings, “My wings are guns, My halo is a blade.” Fade to black.