Selected Writings
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He grinned as they finished the route. "Good work, boys. Fall out," he ordered as he made his way into the castle. He jogged up the stairs to the fifth floor, where his room was. Ally was always up and cooking breakfast at this time, and he looked forward to seeing her.
Halfway up the last flight, a familiar but unfamiliar smell hit his nose: Burnt something. As he opened the oak door, the smell of burning bacon assaulted his nose. Ally, however, was nowhere to be found. -
His pistol left his belt and swept the room. Nothing, no trace. Until his eye caught a glint. It was a sword, white and grey, with beautiful patterns on it. One that favored swords would see it as beautiful and deadly, but Michael saw it as something else: Ally had been taken.
He lifted the sword, and went to a storage room for a sheath. He knew exactly where to look for answers.
He left the castle, an eerie fire in his eyes. He grabbed his bike, and rode off, towards Haven City. -
About ten minutes from the walls of the city, he pulled onto a dirt road, following it for a minute before stopping at a small cottage. His Desert Eagle entered his hands as he stormed to the door and banged on it. "Aziel, you have five seconds before I kick the door in!" he shouted. Michael tapped his foot and waited, anxious and ready to strike.
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Four seconds past, and he backed up, ready to kick the door in, when the woman opened the door. Ally's half sister, older by five Earth years, had hair on the red side of strawberry blonde, that trailed to her hips. Her face was like her sisters, except for the blue-green eyes.
Michael charged through the crack in the door, pressing the muzzle to her forehead. "Where. Is. Ally?" he thundered.
"Like I would know," the fallen angel scoffed. Her cat, Victoria, wandered over to see what her mistress was doing. -
In this, he saw an oppurtunity. He knew Aziel was lying, so he needed leverage.
"Either you start talking," he said, voice cold as liquid nitrogen, "or the cat gets it." Michael finished, turning the massive pistol on the feline. His eyes glowed with fire, as he stared at Aziel, waiting for her to make the choice.
"I know nothing!" she fairly screamed, "not about your girlfriend!" though she knew the lie. After all, all of this was her doing.
From a range of three feet, Michael shot the cat in the head. -
Aziel screamed and clawed at the man, tears pushing past her eyes until the gun pressed to her throat.
"The angels took her, for her crime," she sobbed out.
"What crime?" he demanded, pressing the muzzle deeper.
"Loving a human."
Michael was shocked, not because of the "crime."
She loved him. This, was because of him.
Determined, he turned and stormed out. He holstered the pistol, and rolled up his sleeve, exposing the gold on titanium bracelet. He ran his hands over it and whispered: "Ally." -
Light enveloped him, and when his eyes opened, he saw light and clouds.
Heaven.
Making a sweep of the area, he saw a city in the distance. He knew that was where she was.
Michael tore off in a run, toward the golden gates. He covered the ground in two minutes, and deftly climbed the fence. Immidetly, he felt lighter. But a pat down had revealed he now had no guns. Or armor. Only her sword remained. He drew it, and slipped into a shadow to observe. -
Nearby, was a tall castle. Now all he needed was an entry point. With better equiptment, it'd be easy. But he was operating with a sword. He knew the basics of its use, but wasn't comfortable with it in a fight. Fourty-two seconds later, a solution appeared. A lone angel guard, clad in golden armor, strolled on patrol nearby.
Moving quickly and silently, he snuck up on the guard and wrapped his forearm around its neck. Within fourty seconds, the angel was unconsious. -
Michael quickly stripped the outer armor and donned it. It was slightly too large, but it'd do. He set off, striding purposely into the castle.
Now
"We need to get out of here," Ally whispered.
Michael nodded, into her neck, and broke off. "You dropped this," he whispered, holding the sword for her.
She gladly took it, and looked into his eyes as their hands met.
"Well, well, well," a voice taunted behind them. "Isn't that touching?"
Both turned to see a dark haired man in the doorway.
Loki. -
Ally immidetly launched at him, sending a fierce right hook into his lip.
Loki's head snapped back, but he winked at her.
"Hell, you get off on that..." Ally remembered, regretting it.
"Get off on this," Michael snarled, closing the distance between the two and hitting him in the jaw with the most viscious right he'd ever thrown. Loki tumbled to the ground, jaw already swelling and purple.
"Lets go," he whispered, tugging on her hand and leaving the cell. They ran down the hallway, their cover blown now. -
They bounded down the hall together, Michael shedding the bulky armor. Once outside, she snapped her wings open and pulled him up. "I can open a portal outside!" she shouted as arrows whizzed past them.
For his part, Michael made himself as small as possible. They arced high above the city, before diving. Perhaps a bird hit them, but Ally lost her grip on him as they fell toward the gate.
"I can't hold on!" she shouted, looking down as they tumbled. "But I won't let go." -
One might expect the ground in Heaven to be soft and springy.
Its not.
Michael hit hard, black stars shooting into his vision. He pulled himself up, Ally was doing the same a few feet away. He felt a familiar weight on his hips. He grinned. Michael Haghn was back in buisness.
He turned, drawing both Deagles. Both pistols spit fire, laying down suppressive gunfire for Ally. "Portal?" he shouted.
"Almost," she called back.
Michael executed a movie-like reload, tossing his guns in the air, ejecting the mag... -
Inserting fresh ones in midair. With sixteen new rounds, he applied more selective fire. Standing and moving to physically transpose himself between the angels and Ally. He looked up at an impossible black cloud.
Hundreds of arrows fell towards them.
"Ally, we need that portal now!" he said frantically as he turned toward the angel. A few arrows landed nearby.
"Almost... Got it!" she exclaimed, then turned, grabbed two fistfulls of his shirt, and threw herself and him into the blue portal. -
They fell together onto a couch in the main room of their quarters. Ally landed her back on the cusions.
And the hundred and seventy eight pound Ranger landed on top of her. However, he was able to brace his arms out to keep from crushing her.
Her face flashed to red, first the rescue. Now this. She gently hugged him. "Thank you."
Michael sat his guns on the end table, "always, Ally," he whispered. He stayed a moment, and finally rolled off.
"Its not over, yet," she whispered sadly, right as the pain began -
Michael wouldn't know what it was, until she told him: She was Falling. His rescue wouldn't change that. Except she had someone to share the pain with. Her Fall would alter her powers and appearance, to what extent she would not know. Her one hope, against the indescribeable anguish, was that the man who she fell for would stay with her, and never leave.
Michael had no plans to do this, holding her hand and her head on his chest as her back arched and she whimpered in pain. Ten minutes, and it was done.
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