Fan Fiction ❯ Flight Over Fire ❯ Ah the hell with it! ( Chapter 3 )

In the wind rushing threw the night, this is how my life seemed to be, you read you wonder and you read some more of how it might be, dashing down the street away from mortal enemies, I cant seem to help but think why me? All I ever get from this world is drama, drama, drama, and more drama.

Then I thought to myself. Why not end it? Why not end all of this drama that I seem to attract like a magnet? I ran and ran until I could run no more. How you would read is that how you would read it in most novels? The rain was pouring down over the city of San Francisco; my life has taken its -last- dramatic turn.

I had nobody by my side; I had nobody to care for! What in all Gods name was stopping me? There was nobody here for me. The parties the dancing, the sex and drugs, it was all in good fun for the longest while, and that long good while has come to its end.

I stop at the edge of San Francisco, where there was no more city, and just scenery,

A church lay behind me in all of its power and greatness. San Francisco was the only city where you had to actually look for its churches. They stood high and tall behind the scenes.

I stared at the place behind me, the place where I had known all my life. People were screaming my name the more I watched the stillness, the rain rising in the streets and rushing down the very hilly town. If only, if only I could have thought more of myself, I thought, things could be different. I couldn't really understand what the screams were saying to me. But I could damn well hear them and I wanted them to stop.

I held out my hand before me, and felt the strangest sensation that I had ever felt before,

I was no longer freezing from the rain, but my lips were still an ice blue. A fiery blaze swept around me, not fearing the rain that had the power to stop it. I couldn't see out of my eyes any longer but the voices got louder. "Furaito!" it was close enough that I could identify the voice, it was Rhys I had wondered where he went.

Still the fire ran around me like a tornado, and a sword flew out from my hand, I was surprised on the inside! You bet it! I was thinking roughly, "what the fuck!" but it wasn't showing on the outside, and Raven appeared at his side. "And the God of Fire awakens."

He had this smirk on his face that enraged me, from out of the corner of my very red eyes, wings of pure fire outstretched at least 12 feet on each side

Flying about 8 feet off the ground I stared at Rhys, the ground erupted with fire as I stood there in the sky, getting more serious as every second ticked.

I saw, running to that church. Who I never wanted to see again,

That horrid man that killed my mother, and left her there in agony, even after death

And to all of the places that he could run to he ran to the Church. A holy place that I would not let be ruined, "Furaito!" I heard his voice pleading my name again and I ignored him as I flew over to the church. Leaving them to shield their faces from the fire.

The church was quiet, and empty. Except for the one fowl demon that defiled it.

I did not belong there any longer, nor have I ever. I only remember coming here and crying when I wanted to curl in a ball and die. But there he was, preying to the Lord God himself on at a statue so gratefully mad for his grace.

Wings folded in, like they had never been there before I walked up behind him down the isle of benches where good people sat every Sunday. To think that this place would be used for playing grounds for demons I heard my feet echo, and one point, I thought it was the sound of my heart.

He didn't notice me until I took one last loud step on the ground which turned him around and on his ass, "Furaito!" he said with a smile. "Thank God." I stared at him with intent. I stared at him with hope, not only did I want him dead, I wanted him in pain. Like how he left us in pain, I wanted him to feel all of the pain that -we- had felt over the tormenting years of having to deal with such a horrible being.

Now realizing this was possible, my left hand went to the side, and a red bladed sword came out. Designs of foreign language up and down the blade all up until the hilt, which was black the writing descended to flames the further it got to the hilt. "Do not kill that man here!" I heard a voice scream at me and stomp up from behind. White feather's flew in front of my face.

I only smiled figuring that I got to play the role of the devil. Big sword, fiery wings why not it sounded like fun? "You can't stop me." I said this with out realizing whom I was talking to, he dashed in front of me and I glared because he was blocking my target.

Of course, who come to save this horrid, horrid man besides Arch Angel Michael?

He was really saving the Church. Not him, "Move." He had 3 sets of angel's wings.

I thought that was pretty cool but I dismissed the thought, "You will NOT defile this holy ground!" he pointed a long finger at me and I raised my sword above my head. "Get out of my way or prepare to die."

Do you believe this? I was challenging an angel of God! I was going to start a war! I was going to die! I smirked, good. My father figure stood baffled, "He has seen the Gods, now he must die." I said for reasoning. "His memory will be erased, you will NOT defile this holy ground do you here me Furaito!" I brought my sword down, I didn't really give a shit what he was saying, and pure blood flew onto the ground.

He stood in shock as my sword stuck threw his shoulder, coming out the other side, hanging flesh and hanging clothing he fell to his knee's on the ground "After the Death of Raphael, you seemed to be lonely," I said and twisted the sword in his shoulder, he only made the reasonable noses for being in such pain.

"Maybe you should rejoin your companion and remember not to get in my way." I took the sword out, and shoved it back in. this was well, pretty gross now that I come to think of it. The blood went on to the ground of the church, clotting and smearing and it turned and even darker red, "You." He tried to squeak out, "Will be." I only smiled at him as I kicked him off my sword, and proceeded in killing my father figure.

"If God's angels are holier than thou, why has a person of darkness defeated you?" I said,

Giving him something to think about, Rhys ran into the church, I could hear his small feet stomping on the marble floor. "Furaito!" he was such a child, "You idiot!" he said and hugged me. Now this I thought was most strange, I was covered in angel's blood and I'm sure my eyes were redder than the fire that surrounded me.

"It's started now." He whispered into my ear,