Post by Felix Falora on Apr 28, 2008 22:29:26 GMT -5
Michael Maurice was running, tears streaking his eyes, blood streaking his arms. How he had managed to find out the boy's position was beyond him. Another gunshot rang. Michael cried in pain as the bullet pierced his leg, sending him sprawling to the ground. He picked himself up and tried to limp away, but his next leg was hit. Trying to pull himself away with one arm able, it too was shot. Michael cried tears, knowing that his death was coming. "This is it... You faggot bastard, you spawn of Satin's cunt," the man, his father, as people called him, said. "You will finally rejoin your unholy master in Hell." The gun was cocked, the bullet ready to fire, and Michael thought that last sentence said was going to be the last one ever said. "All you homosexuals... I will kill every last one of you and make this a perfect world for God." Michael closed his eyes, awaiting the bullet that would end his life. Ten seconds... Twenty... Michael opened his eyes and saw Lawrence aiming at an... angel. Michael did not believe in the existance of such creatures and hated them for making his beliefs false. "It's assholes like you I'm tired of. You make us look bad. The kid hates me because he thinks we're the same, I can tell. I'm nothing like you, punk," the angel told his father, Lawrence, in an angry voice. "Oh, and angels can be the same way sometime." "Then you're Fallen." "With wings of white? I don't fucking think so," Shinichi said. "I was born a Fallen, yet here I am now." "NO FALLEN CAN CHANGE BACK!" Lawrence fired a bullet into Shinichi's heart. No effect. "Unless you get Lucifer or Shagrath to curse it, I won't die. And if I were a Fallen, you'd have to get my lord's blessing, that or his son's. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't give such a power to an evil like yours, however."
