Heart of an Angel
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Category:
Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
671
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Heart of an Angel
Chapter One
The past
Silence,
it all began with silence. The quiet, the sheer volume of it. It’s so clear in my mind still to this day. There was darkness yet color abounded. It was almost like a rainbow of fog had drifted into the deepest of nights, like those one would see on the edges of the earth where no person or thing had trod. And I was drifting in it. Drifting, not floating or flying, but drifting to somewhere yet nowhere because there was nowhere to go. It was just silence.
Nothing.
Nowhere.
No one but me.
It was meant to be peaceful and at first it truly was. It was my own “heaven”, though in all truth it was not the heaven that I knew and I was grateful for that. To never know that awful hell I was brought into would be a blessing if not a miracle. That absence of all that I know definitely started as my miracle but its beauty soon wore off as my mind began to process everything. The unnerving silence drove my conscience into a frenzy of thought and wonder and, somehow, shame.
Why did he deviate from his plan? Why did he choose, out of all the thousands that he created, me? What did I do to deserve this treatment? Why did they break down the very thing that gave them life? Why aren’t I glad that there is no one here to defile or hurt me? Why is it that being alone; the one thing I’ve wanted for centuries, is the least place I want to be?
All these ideas swam through my head as I waited for something to happen. Time seemed to drag on forever, though in reality it was probably more equivalent to three days. And in that time I figured out something………..He had to come from somewhere.
There had to be something that made him. And if that was true they could put back all that he had made.
I was ashamed at the fact that innocents who know nothing of what he had done were killed just for my sake. I wanted to put the world right again. TO give those people and comrades of mine at least a glimmer of hope for life for themselves. Even though I didn’t know my outcome, I was willing to make one last ditch effort for them. The thought of seeing him again might be the most painful thing, but I was willing to do it for them.
With all of what I had in me I spread my limbs, gathered my aura and I screamed out into the nothingness for it to give what was destroyed back and give those innocents a chance to live………
At first there was nothing in response. But then a giant bang erupted and everything went completely black. I thought, breathed or looked on nothing else.
My last thought was ….”please don’t give him what he doesn’t deserve”.
…To be continued…
The past
Silence,
it all began with silence. The quiet, the sheer volume of it. It’s so clear in my mind still to this day. There was darkness yet color abounded. It was almost like a rainbow of fog had drifted into the deepest of nights, like those one would see on the edges of the earth where no person or thing had trod. And I was drifting in it. Drifting, not floating or flying, but drifting to somewhere yet nowhere because there was nowhere to go. It was just silence.
Nothing.
Nowhere.
No one but me.
It was meant to be peaceful and at first it truly was. It was my own “heaven”, though in all truth it was not the heaven that I knew and I was grateful for that. To never know that awful hell I was brought into would be a blessing if not a miracle. That absence of all that I know definitely started as my miracle but its beauty soon wore off as my mind began to process everything. The unnerving silence drove my conscience into a frenzy of thought and wonder and, somehow, shame.
Why did he deviate from his plan? Why did he choose, out of all the thousands that he created, me? What did I do to deserve this treatment? Why did they break down the very thing that gave them life? Why aren’t I glad that there is no one here to defile or hurt me? Why is it that being alone; the one thing I’ve wanted for centuries, is the least place I want to be?
All these ideas swam through my head as I waited for something to happen. Time seemed to drag on forever, though in reality it was probably more equivalent to three days. And in that time I figured out something………..He had to come from somewhere.
There had to be something that made him. And if that was true they could put back all that he had made.
I was ashamed at the fact that innocents who know nothing of what he had done were killed just for my sake. I wanted to put the world right again. TO give those people and comrades of mine at least a glimmer of hope for life for themselves. Even though I didn’t know my outcome, I was willing to make one last ditch effort for them. The thought of seeing him again might be the most painful thing, but I was willing to do it for them.
With all of what I had in me I spread my limbs, gathered my aura and I screamed out into the nothingness for it to give what was destroyed back and give those innocents a chance to live………
At first there was nothing in response. But then a giant bang erupted and everything went completely black. I thought, breathed or looked on nothing else.
My last thought was ….”please don’t give him what he doesn’t deserve”.
…To be continued…