sian1357
10-13-2009, 05:39 PM
Sam was an ordinary man. He loved human kind. Loved them like a parent
loves a child, deeming them perfect as they are; wouldn’t change a thing.
Sam was an ordinary woman. She loved human kind. Loved
them like a parent loves a child, always wanting them to be the best they can be; helping to achieve it.
Sam could see angels. In the streets, the shops, the churches. Living among
humans; changing them “for the better.” He hated them. He hunted them.
Sam could see devils. In the streets, the shops, the bars.
Living among humans, corrupting them, tormenting them. She hated them. She pitied them.
Sam wandered down the street fingering the knife in his pocket. Mankind
would be slightly safer after tonight. One less angel to change them.
Sam hurried down the street fingering the gift in her
pocket. One human would feel better after tonight. One more human learning
what kindness it.
Sam spotted one coming towards him, wings folded, halo aglow. He spat
disgustedly as she passed and she glanced at him, compassion in her eyes.
He hated her. He turned himself around and followed her until the street
became deserted then pounced, pushing her to the ground on her back and
sliding the knife between her ribs.
Sam was pushed to the floor and felt the searing pain. She
blinked her last blink. She didn’t see the tail. She didn’t see the horns.
Sam watched as her halo faded and died.
Sam was not an ordinary woman.
Sam was an ordinary man.
loves a child, deeming them perfect as they are; wouldn’t change a thing.
Sam was an ordinary woman. She loved human kind. Loved
them like a parent loves a child, always wanting them to be the best they can be; helping to achieve it.
Sam could see angels. In the streets, the shops, the churches. Living among
humans; changing them “for the better.” He hated them. He hunted them.
Sam could see devils. In the streets, the shops, the bars.
Living among humans, corrupting them, tormenting them. She hated them. She pitied them.
Sam wandered down the street fingering the knife in his pocket. Mankind
would be slightly safer after tonight. One less angel to change them.
Sam hurried down the street fingering the gift in her
pocket. One human would feel better after tonight. One more human learning
what kindness it.
Sam spotted one coming towards him, wings folded, halo aglow. He spat
disgustedly as she passed and she glanced at him, compassion in her eyes.
He hated her. He turned himself around and followed her until the street
became deserted then pounced, pushing her to the ground on her back and
sliding the knife between her ribs.
Sam was pushed to the floor and felt the searing pain. She
blinked her last blink. She didn’t see the tail. She didn’t see the horns.
Sam watched as her halo faded and died.
Sam was not an ordinary woman.
Sam was an ordinary man.