Angel Marked






I am working on this novel. As I plan to make it one full book, and there is no ending so far, I have uploaded it as a story, and then there will be a part 2, and ect ect. Hope you like it, sorry for any spelling errors, but as I said, it is a work in progress.
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Elizabeth






Prologue:


I stared at the destruction happening around me, watching the flames lick the sky, trying to get higher and higher to spread their blaze. My limbs frozen with shock, my lips dry and cracked bled into my mouth, making me shudder under the un-natural taste.

As I crawled forward, I could not help but think of the saying 'Tis better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all'. Such words I have never understood, to love but to lose that love seems diabolical. But those words had such meaning, it seemed the room was crying out them, because as I stared around all I could think of was him, praying for him to breathing. I was doing this for him; I would redeem myself for him.
I would die for him because he would have for me.
I had to save him. I couldn't let him die, I wouldn't let any of them die, no matter how much some of them hated me and caused me pain.
I will not let them die.

I edged forward, pulling my bleeding legs along the broken glass, making me crawl faster. My head bent low to avoid the suffocating smoke, I hurry along, listening to the creaks and moans of wood bending under the heat.
The roofs going to collapse soon, I thought. Pushing myself faster, I pulled myself along, blood rushing down from the gash in my head left me feeling numb and dizzy, but I would not stop, not until I saved them, not until I saved him.
I crawled atop the burning table, feeling my skin burn and char, filling the room with an acrid smell. Reaching up I grabbed onto the white wings, I pulled and tugged, I ripped and I tore and I felt the feathers tear my skin with their serrated texture.

He turned around, his face twisted and menacing, no longer resembling the angel it once was, but a darker, manicale version. I heard a groan from beside the table, tearing my eyes from the horror I looked down on scraggly brown hair, my heart constricting as I looked into his pained eyes. I will never let me be the cause of them again.

I scratched at the face of the cause of this horror, my fingers creating red rivers to fall down, dropping slowly to the floor. He hissed and grabbed a blade, its gem-encrusted hilt shining an emerald green amongst the sea of red. The world seemed to slow, and I heard its cries and all the pain that was created because of me, because of what I could not do. But I can change that, I thought. And as he pulled his arm back ready to plunge it into my heart...

I let him.
I did not move my arms to stop the blow, but threw them wide open, awaiting the sharp pain to tear through me. I looked down on the boy on the ground his eyes wide open and remorseful.
For you, for you, for you I chanted.
The swift plunge of the blade entered my heart, causing me to cry out in pain. Placing my hand to my chest, I held it, trying to hold the blood in. Knowing that you had to sacrifice yourself was easier then the actual task.
Blood seeping from the jagged cut I watched as the knife clattered to the ground, I slumped with it. I heard a pained cry and looked up into the eyes of my killer, no longer burning the fiery red but shining of moss green. His eyes widened in recognition and disbelief and he collapsed with me, wrapping his arms around me to protect me as if to beg forgiveness.

I felt my eyes slowly closing, the darkness filling my vision, I didn't care. I showed him that I was different, that I wouldn't let him down, and the angel softly kissed my head.
I saved him, I saved them all And with that last thought, I closed my eyes and fell into darkness.
For it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all.



Chapter one:

IT WAS THE FIRST DAY OF MY NEW SCHOOL, which meant it was to early to hate the place, but late enough for me to wish I was somewhere else.
Did I hate my mom for sending me to this expensive, privet school? No, I didn't, but it does not mean this experience is any more enjoyable.
Sighing, I walked out of the taxicab, and slowly made my way towards the prestigious Seattle Light-Fall academy, a place were only the richest and most elite of families go.
So why are you here? A little voice nagged at me in the back of my mind.