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my story

Imagine plummeting, falling, screaming, burning to the ground. You hit the ground and you wait, letting the toxic air fill your lungs as you try to regain your breath. You can smell your body, and you grimace as the smell of scorched skin fills your nose. You finally manage to regain your breath and push your body up painfully from the ground. As you stand you realize something is wrong, you can't balance and feel like you're about to fall over. You reach behind you, looking for the comforting feel of your wings. They're gone and nothing is left but smooth skin. You feel empty and it only takes you a moment to realize that is because you have left God's presence. You are a fallen angel.

You stumble forward, looking for somewhere to go and feeling pain throughout your entire body. God has turned his back on you and you are now alone in the world. But that's what you get for causing trouble in heaven. God doesn't like troublemakers.

You reach a small group of trees and stumble inside, not looking back. You know you have to find shelter and you know it's going to be hard from now on, but you got what you wanted. You are now free. You can do whatever you want and God can't control you. He promised not to interfere with the mortals, and you are now mortal.

You have to find somewhere to sleep. You find a bed of moss in darkness, your body still radiating light. You wonder how long it will take for that light to fade completely, because then you will be truly mortal and unable to return to heaven. You wish the light would die now, you never want to go back.

As you lie on your back, looking up at the stars you know you are forever grounded. Your wings are gone and you will never fly again. You are the lowest of the low, probably even lower than demons in God's eyes because you betrayed him. You don't have to worry about that anymore. His voice cannot find you here.

Found

Someone sees a shot of light outside their window. A falling star, they think. They decide to go find it. They run through the darkness, stumbling every third step, knowing they have to get there fast or they'll forget where it is. That's not hard though because all of the trees in the surrounding area are scorched. Not burning, just burned. They look around and see a light in the trees off to the side. They decide to go see what it is.

Running, stumbling toward the light. They reach the trees and tread slowly now, scared, confused as to what could be shining. They get closer and you realize it is a woman. Standing over the woman they look, examining her clothing. She wears a simple shirt and trousers. Both appear to be made out of some sort of woven material. It is tattered and there are burn marks all over it.

They look to the woman's face and are captured by her brilliance. They have never seen a face so beautiful before. It is difficult for them to look away. They notice the long white hair surrounding the face, it appears unnatural around the pale skin and they wonder who this woman could possibly be.

There are wounds covering the woman's arms and legs. She looks like she has been beaten and cast aside. The person slowly reaches out to touch the man's shoulder. She grabs their arm, scaring them. As she realizes it is only a mere mortal she releases. The person steps back afraid.

"I'm sorry." The woman says. The voice is like music and yet harsh at the same time, as though she has a cold. Her eyes pierce to the soul, a clear blue that can be seen even in the night. The person cannot look away.

You look at this mortal, realizing they have found you and are afraid. You try to reassure them, to calm them, but they are stunned by your gaze, and you remember you are not an angel, but only a mortal with an angel's face. You try to explain but cannot and they run. Stupid humans. If only they realized who you were. If only they realized what you could do... but you cannot do anything more than them, for you are mortal now. You keep forgetting.

You try to get back to sleep, but you cannot help seeing the fear in the human's face. You start to wonder if you made a mistake. You cannot live here, you are not one of them. Starting at dawn you are going to redeem yourself, make things right with God. You know it's going to be a long tough process but you are sure you can do it before your glow fades and you are stuck here forever.

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It hurt...so much pain. He lied...why did she follow him again. Oh that right he said he knew where they were, the others but he lied why does everyone lie to her. What had she done to deserve this?

"I really have no idea how to sever these things?" He was talking again or maybe she was dreaming this, whatever she was on she could disperser dream from reality anymore. When she didn't answer the stabbing pain struck her back hard and heavily tearing a bloodcurdling scream from her ragged throat. It hurt so badly, tears sprung from her eyes.

"If I could just figure out how to cut these off then it would be much easier to kill you birds." Sylar stood off to the side, spinning the point of a blood knife on the tip of his finger. The little bird he had found has last far longer then the others he played with, he was quite happy about it. Although the screaming was giving him headaches, perhaps he'd cut out her tongue she didn't really need it. The wings he wanted them cut off, he had ripped into her back with some interesting tools on his set but as normal like all the others he couldn't cut them from her back. They seemed to be attached to the her spinal cord, he hacked and sawed but his blades wouldn't sever the link and he was becoming bored. The pretty black dress his little bird had been wearing was soaked and stained red with her blood a suiting color for all of his toys. "Have fun little bird, well trying again later." He muttered as he left her in the dark room chained to the wall in splashes and gory pools of blood.

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Chink Chink Chink They could of sounded like bells at first at least to a humans ears. Her chains rattle uncontrollably as her body shook in wild spasms. This was too much for her, this agony was not something she would even wish upon her darkest of enemies. She tired to raise her arm but found she had little strength to even that. It took what seemed to be an eternity before she was able even set her arm in her lap. The chains shook with her movement. She focused her eyes on the large circular latch that had rubbed her wrist raw...the blood perhaps if she...pop.

Her wrist slip free, the red liquid had been enough slippery she could slide her small wrist through. She pulled the other wrist free with a bit of more difficult then the first but got it free as well after a moment. The blood that had seeped into the ground...there was so much she should of been dead had she been human but she was not she was...a thing but not human. It was being this thing that allowed her to see so clearly in the darken room. It was being this thing that allowed her to get to her feet. It was being this thing that kept her from letting a scream tear through her throat and out her mouth from the pain in her back.

She didn't dare look behind her, she knew without a doubt that her wings hung uselessly at her back. Would she ever be able to fly again...that wasn't a question that needed to be answered right now. Her white and.wings left a trail of crimson in their path as she made her way to door. If she hadn't been so hopeful she would of realized that an unlocked door and an empty hall was to easy an escape route. She would of known that he was just playing a game with her. A cry that almost rips her vocal chords apart echoed around the hallway.

"Does that hurt?" Sylar asked giving her right wing another hard yank, tearing feathers from it. "It was fun seeing that look of freedom in your eyes but I'm not quite done with you yet." Sylar told her and simply dragged her backwards, using her wing, into the room. "Staying put this time would be wise." He threw her back into the room but did not chain her nor did he lock the door as he left. He wanted to see just how much psychological damage this girl could go through before she snapped, having the door of freedom open just like that yet being unable to obtain it was going to be interesting to see.

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It felt as if something were clogged in the center of the chest, a small ball or something it made every little breath a overbearing task. The soft rattle of chains tapped lightly on the ground as the small form of what seemed to a woman moved against the ground. The floor was cold but unusually clean it smelt like some sort of human made chemical. It made her stomach churn and twist into a tight knot. A second breath was drawn into chapped parted lips the cool air did little for the pain pulsing through her body with every beat if her heart. The woman who laid there curled up so tightly into a ball would be consider human by mere appearance. Thick silk like hair trailed down her slender back it looked like a waterfall of white snow or clouds. She was rather tiny in size much more like a doll than a mere human being her beauty would attract more eyes than a model if freed from her wrongful imprisonment. There was little light in this dark room the onły rays of the moon that shine through was from the small window on her left, her skin shone a fair pale completion and her eyes were shut as if sleeping. The woman had long ago lost track of time how long had these humans been poking and probing her skin with their wretched needles and knives...she was pulled out of her disturbing thoughts as she heard the question, the heartbeat, and the steps? The woman tugged gently at the chain tethered to her hands and ankles in an attempt to rise but her body would not do her bidding, everything hurt.

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The time is 2015 and the humans have figured out that there are immortals living amount them particularly demons. An archangel came to the earth telling the humans that the demons were evil, twisted monsters who wanted to devour the human soul. So the humans did what they normally do and jump to conclusions they started hunting the demons down and killing them.

What the humans didn't know was the test passed by the one who called itself god. The test that was given was failed and now the powerful being has chosen to end the mortal world and make a new one, the humans call it an Apocalypse. The only ones who can stop are the demons humans are slaughtering, the angel that fell from god's grace the one the humans call the Devil knew of god's plan and choice to intervener thus getting cast out of heaven. He chose to make protectors, the demons who walk among the humans that are now being killed. Yet there was one more who knew of God's plan and she left the heavens hoping to convince the world of the evil deed placed upon them. Yet they did not listen and now she's being used as a lab rat for greedy scientists.

The fate belongs to you(human, fallen angel, or demon) free the one wrongfully imprison and figure out how to help the world before it is destroyed.

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It was dark so so dark where was all the light? That's right it was gone far far away she had gone far far away from home. She had escaped leaving her rank and title behind, but not her wings or her abilities no those remained with her always. They had not been able to catch her to tear her wings from her back like they had the others. She remembered watched Caleb get his ripped off, the sound of flesh leaving the bones had been horrid the lucky ones got the cut off yet Caleb had not been lucky. What had he done again? Oh that's right he fell in love with a human....why was that so wrong she didn't know or could not think properly enough about it. If the one they called God loved them all why was he so against Devine beings loving mortals...and demons those were simply out of the question.

Her head was hurting again, so many drugs they had her on and her body rejected them each time cause quite a lot of damage to her system. Uh....what was this white ray shining through that creak? A light it came from the hallway by the door that led into her holding cell. There were foot steps drawing closer and with each step her heart thumped louder in her ears. The humans here they wore funny white clothing, the first she saw them she had thought they were going to help her, just like she thought be was going to help her. As usual she was wrong, these mortals loved to run tests on her some enjoyed cutting into her wings and body to see how long she it would take for her to heal. Every time that door opened it brought her the light she seek yet the pain she cringed from as well.

This time the door opened to reveal two large men dressed in some type of uniform, they had weapons at their waist and looked rather cautious when approaching her. Killing was not a violet person by nature but you gotta learn how to survive in this animalistic world called society. These men man were clearly not familiar with her kind for when one of her wings twitched and rattled the chains around them, they jumped with wide eyes. It might of been humorous if she had not been chained to a wall and at their mercy. The Angel watched them carefully as the closed in around her, each unlocking a cuff and taking a wrists before huffing her in a pair of handcuff. Her feet were freed but her wings stayed locked behind her back as she was pulled her to her feet.

It hurt to walk and move in general, small bandages and wrap were secured around her petite frame, from all the rest ran on her body. She followed silently with each human flanking her, the larger size dwarfed her. She assumed as they walked through the hallways that they were going to get a blood test done she didn't leave that room often unless it was for bloody tests. But that did not explain the unusual men the ones in the white coats always grabbed her and she wasn't normally shackled, having given up long ago on escape she knew she could not. She trailed then down to the door marked parking lot and outside. She found herself stumbling backwards as the bright sun hit her eyes she wince, as much as she loved the light it hurt her eyes. She felt someone tugging at her and followed blinded feeling the smooth ground below her feet get colder as she stepped into a metal beast. The door shut behind her and she was shoved in a metal seat.

It moved before she could see anything and she felt her stomach doing flips in responses. As she opened her eyes the pain dulled and her eyes focused again. The contraption was dim and hard to see in but she knew both men were seated beside her their bodies radiated heat. She bowed her head, letting her white hair fall in her face blocking her few. The hideous gown on her did little to protect her bottom from the cold steel seat and her toes wiggled lightly on the cool floor. She was moving she knew fir she had been in something called a bus before thought it was bigger than this metal beast she was in now. Had she been a bit more advanced in her knowledge she would of know that she was in a van with federal agents. Where she was going she had no clue, but little did she freedom was on its way.