Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2009 19:11:40 GMT -5
He sat at the scorched warehouse. Nothing much better to do, ne? He sat at the foot of the scorched building and sighed, what a depressing sight. A black angel with a single broken wing sat there. The broken wing wasnt broken in the sense that the bones were, but it was large, extremely large, a ten foot wingspan from his right shoulder to the tip of the wing. The dark skinned male seemed to be here to think about things in his life. His dark eyes scanned the scorched interior of the warehouse. Alex sighed how weird, he was in an off mood, but not a real angry mood.. just not one of those usual happy Alex moods he usually was in. Gray clouds provided one hell of a dreary background to the scorched earth that he sat in. How it reminded him of so many memories, he couldnt help it. His wing drew in close to his body as the wind kicked up ash particles. He was walking aimlessly, he was so obviously lost in thought. Such a sad smile on his face as his thoughts lingered on those of his family. His brothers and sisters, his real mother and father.. he missed them dearly.
He kicked the ash upon the burned out warehouse and sighed. Life here was gone except for his own. This single fallen angel had become something that lingered in a place of death. What would the one person who knew his ambition say to him? He knew, she'd kick his ass for moping around here like a lost puppy and tell him to get back to striving for that goal of his that he so dearly wished to achieve. That black angel wished to one day gain redemption and one day rejoin the white angels.. how he wished to fly once more. He looked to the sky, and saw two birds. Maybe he was wrong about this place being void of life. He brushed ash away from the ground and small tendrils of grass poked up and reached to the sky, drinking in the sun's rays and he smiled. Marveling at the few blades of grass that were a contrast to the blackened patch of earth in the city. It showed him that even though it seems all hope is lost, there will always be some way to pull yourself through any tough times that someone may face. To some Alex was a true beckon of hope because of all he did.
Wearing a white suit he wandered through the blackness of the area was not a smart idea but continued on his aimless walk through the burned out building. Stepping inside he walked slowly through the place and eventually made his way to the very back where the slaves were kept before they went to Cyanide. The cages were burned black and he sighed. How inhumane, how despicable. His eyes narrowed at the thought of the fact that humans that were emaciated and brutally beaten were here, and most of them were women. Who the hell did those people think they were? If he got his hands on one of those men responsible for those poor people suffering like they did he'd rip their throats out. That was a threat he would go through with even if it condemned him to a life with his broken wings and no redemption. This man was ridden with wrath, it was almost scary at times when he got extremely mad. Often when that happened he'd go somewhere desolate like this and just find something to destroy.
He wasnt much better than when he fell..