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Leighton sat in the corner of a dark, cramped cell. Flexing her wings she could tell the cage was less than six feet across. In her small but demanding voice she began to pray, "Some great thing being an angel is. You said you would always be there for me, you would love me as your own child. Now you've just left me in the dark, literally and figuratively. I was always loyal and I can forgive you but even for your enemies this is low. FOR ALL THE PEOPLE THAT SUPPORT YOU, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A BULLY WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS!!!" Scorn dripping from her voice. She pulled her legs up to her chest, taking up only half of the stone bench that jetted out of the side. Two large tears crept down her face, making small clean lines in the dirt that covered her now.
"I'm surrounded by bars, steel, and cement. And for what? Hell I don;t even know. I don't think I can ever forgive you." She couldn't speak anymore. Anger, depression, and pain was all she could feel anymore.
She had been in that cell for so long her mind no longer kept track of the days. Was it a year, ten, or maybe a thousand years, she couldn't be sure. Her cell didn't have a window, she didn't know if it was night or day. Time was almost a dream. She never had any visitors or any person to talk to. Her mind ached for anyone, her heart ached for someone in particular.
Her days were nothing more than talking to herself and three square meals. Even her meals had no life behind them, they came through a small slot in the steel door. Leighton was always by herself, but never alone. Her every move watched, her every word judged, even her every thought scrutinized. I hope your listening, you uncivilized...
**One night Leighton was awoken by the sound of a small pebble outside her cell...
Again the tap of the pebble came. It was soft and gentle comparatively to the toss that had sent it flying. The shadowed figure leaned against the door, separating her from him, he was so desperate to get to her, " Leighton' My love?" He was at last there, his voice hurried and rushed as he maintained his secretive appearance before that particular cell.
Pure joy filled her heart at the sound of his voice. She jumped up and ran against the door. "Yes! I'm Here!" It was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Careful....We're being watched." He looked about once more as his fingers began to fiddle with the keys he had stolen. He was eager to see her and nervous all the same. It was partially his fault she was there. He frowned as he found the right one, unlocking the door and pulling it open.
The loud screeched from the heavy door was bound to alert someone. Before he had the door open she was squeezing through the open space. As she came around the door and her eyes fell on his perfect angelic face, a thought crossed her mind, Can he be trusted" But all doubts were gone when she looked into his eyes. She saw the hint of surprise flash across his face. Yes she looked horrible. Her white robe was now grey color. Her hair looked more like Velcro than beautiful angelic locks. She had years of dirt caked onto her face. She could only run into his arms, and bury her face into him shoulder, tears now running down her face steadily.
That was enough to assure him that she was still the one he loved years before. Arms would swoop around her form and he'd bring his hand to run over those matted locks. It didn't matter to him how horrid she looked, she was alright....If that was what being here for so long could be called. Still they had no time to waste, he lifted her chin, gave her a quick kiss before taking her hand in his. Without a word said he pulled her along at a running pace. They had to get far away before he would do anything. He knew he was already on bought time. It would be mere moments before he lost his life for what he had just done.
Jogging down the small corridors, it seemed he knew exactly where he was going. She knew that they were watching their every move and would be on us soon. Pain stabbed her heart, she knew he was going to die for helping her, where tonight or through a trail she didn't know, but her love was doomed. Tears were streaming from her eyes. As she ran she had to use the clean inside part of her sleeve to wipe them away.
She wasn't even watching were she was going, or where he was taking her. She just stared at the back of his head, trying to remember every little detail of him for her memory.
Finally they were out a door way, to a place that he could take a moment. Turning to her he kissed her once more, a heated and passionate kiss. His lips were like lightning against hers, the spark so great. Fingers caressed and trailed over her cheeks tenderly and lovingly as if to remind her he loved her even in their time apart. As he pulled away he looked to her despair and smiled, caressing her chin and then her cheek. He whispered, " I love you. I love you always." Knowing that now was the time to do just what he had to do.
His fingers moved to brush hair from her face and he smiled reassuring to her. His fingertips started to glow as he trailed his fingers over her head, locking up thoughts, secrets, and memories. His voice was soft and light while he worked to keep her calm, " What I do, I do to save you....I sacrifice my life for you....You will know none of this, remember none of this....But you will know you were loved. What happened to torment you so is now gone....Forever and always." The cold trickle of ice shivered from his fingertips and through her spine. He nodded and while she was in the blur of loosing all memory he began to run once more.
Her vision blurred, her steps became less graceful. Pain ran down her spine, while her brain felt like it was on fire. Her thoughts became less and less. What did he mean I won't remember? I don't want him to sacrifice his life for me. She couldn't even form the words to stop him.
Her heavy feet dragged along at a quickened pace behind him. Her vision was very blurry now, but she saw a bright light, then nothing.
He had carried her when she could no longer walk. Once he had managed it he settled her onto the safe passage that would take her away from the world she once called home. As he kissed her lips once more and spoke her name sweetly they came. Brandishing bows and forming arrows at their whim. The lightning arrows soared through the air and he screamed for them to flee. They did has he had begged, leaving him behind to get impaled upon his demise. He turned to greet the arrows as they tore through his flesh. Falling to his knees and praying that his beloved would make it away safely. His head lowered as golden blood dribbled from his lips, " I did what I did for a love that can now live." Everything went black for him, he had moved to the next plane beyond the one he had already gained. His figure falling limp, becoming one of many angelics, lost to a cause they'd fight to win, or die trying.
Leighton sat in the corner of a dark, cramped cell. Flexing her wings she could tell the cage was less than six feet across. In her small but demanding voice she began to pray, "Some great thing being an angel is. You said you would always be there for me, you would love me as your own child. Now you've just left me in the dark, literally and figuratively. I was always loyal and I can forgive you but even for your enemies this is low. FOR ALL THE PEOPLE THAT SUPPORT YOU, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A BULLY WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS!!!" Scorn dripping from her voice. She pulled her legs up to her chest, taking up only half of the stone bench that jetted out of the side. Two large tears crept down her face, making small clean lines in the dirt that covered her now.
"I'm surrounded by bars, steel, and cement. And for what? Hell I don;t even know. I don't think I can ever forgive you." She couldn't speak anymore. Anger, depression, and pain was all she could feel anymore.
She had been in that cell for so long her mind no longer kept track of the days. Was it a year, ten, or maybe a thousand years, she couldn't be sure. Her cell didn't have a window, she didn't know if it was night or day. Time was almost a dream. She never had any visitors or any person to talk to. Her mind ached for anyone, her heart ached for someone in particular.
Her days were nothing more than talking to herself and three square meals. Even her meals had no life behind them, they came through a small slot in the steel door. Leighton was always by herself, but never alone. Her every move watched, her every word judged, even her every thought scrutinized. I hope your listening, you uncivilized...
**One night Leighton was awoken by the sound of a small pebble outside her cell...
Again the tap of the pebble came. It was soft and gentle comparatively to the toss that had sent it flying. The shadowed figure leaned against the door, separating her from him, he was so desperate to get to her, " Leighton' My love?" He was at last there, his voice hurried and rushed as he maintained his secretive appearance before that particular cell.
Pure joy filled her heart at the sound of his voice. She jumped up and ran against the door. "Yes! I'm Here!" It was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Careful....We're being watched." He looked about once more as his fingers began to fiddle with the keys he had stolen. He was eager to see her and nervous all the same. It was partially his fault she was there. He frowned as he found the right one, unlocking the door and pulling it open.
The loud screeched from the heavy door was bound to alert someone. Before he had the door open she was squeezing through the open space. As she came around the door and her eyes fell on his perfect angelic face, a thought crossed her mind, Can he be trusted" But all doubts were gone when she looked into his eyes. She saw the hint of surprise flash across his face. Yes she looked horrible. Her white robe was now grey color. Her hair looked more like Velcro than beautiful angelic locks. She had years of dirt caked onto her face. She could only run into his arms, and bury her face into him shoulder, tears now running down her face steadily.
That was enough to assure him that she was still the one he loved years before. Arms would swoop around her form and he'd bring his hand to run over those matted locks. It didn't matter to him how horrid she looked, she was alright....If that was what being here for so long could be called. Still they had no time to waste, he lifted her chin, gave her a quick kiss before taking her hand in his. Without a word said he pulled her along at a running pace. They had to get far away before he would do anything. He knew he was already on bought time. It would be mere moments before he lost his life for what he had just done.
Jogging down the small corridors, it seemed he knew exactly where he was going. She knew that they were watching their every move and would be on us soon. Pain stabbed her heart, she knew he was going to die for helping her, where tonight or through a trail she didn't know, but her love was doomed. Tears were streaming from her eyes. As she ran she had to use the clean inside part of her sleeve to wipe them away.
She wasn't even watching were she was going, or where he was taking her. She just stared at the back of his head, trying to remember every little detail of him for her memory.
Finally they were out a door way, to a place that he could take a moment. Turning to her he kissed her once more, a heated and passionate kiss. His lips were like lightning against hers, the spark so great. Fingers caressed and trailed over her cheeks tenderly and lovingly as if to remind her he loved her even in their time apart. As he pulled away he looked to her despair and smiled, caressing her chin and then her cheek. He whispered, " I love you. I love you always." Knowing that now was the time to do just what he had to do.
His fingers moved to brush hair from her face and he smiled reassuring to her. His fingertips started to glow as he trailed his fingers over her head, locking up thoughts, secrets, and memories. His voice was soft and light while he worked to keep her calm, " What I do, I do to save you....I sacrifice my life for you....You will know none of this, remember none of this....But you will know you were loved. What happened to torment you so is now gone....Forever and always." The cold trickle of ice shivered from his fingertips and through her spine. He nodded and while she was in the blur of loosing all memory he began to run once more.
Her vision blurred, her steps became less graceful. Pain ran down her spine, while her brain felt like it was on fire. Her thoughts became less and less. What did he mean I won't remember? I don't want him to sacrifice his life for me. She couldn't even form the words to stop him.
Her heavy feet dragged along at a quickened pace behind him. Her vision was very blurry now, but she saw a bright light, then nothing.
He had carried her when she could no longer walk. Once he had managed it he settled her onto the safe passage that would take her away from the world she once called home. As he kissed her lips once more and spoke her name sweetly they came. Brandishing bows and forming arrows at their whim. The lightning arrows soared through the air and he screamed for them to flee. They did has he had begged, leaving him behind to get impaled upon his demise. He turned to greet the arrows as they tore through his flesh. Falling to his knees and praying that his beloved would make it away safely. His head lowered as golden blood dribbled from his lips, " I did what I did for a love that can now live." Everything went black for him, he had moved to the next plane beyond the one he had already gained. His figure falling limp, becoming one of many angelics, lost to a cause they'd fight to win, or die trying.