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Posted: February 2nd. 2009 2:53:44 PM
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A Fallen Angel's Wings: Prologue
by Evesapple89
Age Group: Adult
Prologue
Before Time Began
There stood a figure in black leaning on the train wall, grasping tightly to the standing bar as if it were his last connection to this world. Tall, masked, mysterious, he defined trouble waiting to happen.
Yet this stranger intrigued her deeply. She peered onto him and looked away, embarrassed, once he realized she was doing so. Her blood rushed quickly to her now reddening cheeks, and continued as he saw her curiosity. He headed out the squeaking slide door of the train, with her close behind. Every muscle in her frail body and her right mind told her not to follow. Yet wanting to know more about this interesting man compelled her otherwise.
Desperately trying to keep up with this swift form, she lost sight of him cutting a corner into the station. She raced down the hall, as not to lose him and resulted in a collision with him around the wet brick corner. He held her back, arms outstretched, blocking the hallway. She was frightened, and then realized he was not trying to trap her, for she could easily turn around and run, but was protecting her from the darkness further into the hallway.
A deafening shriek came from the shadow, and then a large burst of white fire rushed toward the pair. The figure of her admiration grabbed her and fell to the ground. As she lay, his arms wrapped protectively around her, he asked, “Are you alright?” and she nodded in response.
Her once flush face became pale, for through the dark of the hallway a devilish creature emerged and another shriek came from its mouth, along with a sickening odor. The man pushed on the ground and gracefully sprang to his feet and pulling out an oddly shaped golden gun. A long barrel, somewhat squared off at the tip, extended to the length of her hand. The trigger was shaped like a cross. Cryptic words were etched all along the grip. The gun’s intricate design held her attention much less than its wielder.
His long worn cloak hood had fallen to his back and she could admire his glowing face. He had clear Roman features and black hair that flung with his movement flowingly, his pale skin shined in the flames that came from the monster’s fly trap. Toned arms and graceful movements made her wonder how the rest of him looked, but before she could give it another thought he had grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, while firing his majestic gun back at the hellish monster.
He found a deep crevice in the wall and pushed against her body, while searching through his cloak. He found what he was looking for and flung it out, landing right on the beast’s back and exploded on impact. This was all she could glimpse behind him before he pushed her in further. A painful squeal pierced her ears and horrid smell of burning flesh piqued her nose; then silence.
Author's Notes: I started writing this book in high school in my creative writing class. It's losely based off of Amelia At-water Rhodes's book "Demon in My View". You may see some similarities, but it is basically my own adaptation with fallen angels. Enjoy :)
Author's Location: Sheboygan, Wisconsin
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