Blinding white. Eye watering light. It’s all too much. Too much. It feels like my soul is 2 feet above my body. Looking down at it I see what everyone else sees. What everyone else looks like. Pale, feather’d pale hair. Translucent pale blue eyes. Huge white, and yes, pale, wings. An angel, a holy being. Something…. disgusting. All smiles, all kindness, all heart. Tall, lean. Just like everyone else.
Fist clenched I fought off the red ball of rage in my chest. The need to…rip something. To hurt someone so badly that their blood shower’s down on me in tiny drops of crimson. A rich deep red. A splash of color in this pale life.
”…Ister…Mister? Can you help me? I…I think I’m lost…”
Like and elastic band my soul snapped back into my body with a pop. Tilting my head down I saw a little girl. Fresh. Dead. But still fresh. Her eyes. A pircing green. Her skin a creamy olive color. Her hair hanging from her head like molton lava.
Even as she speaks the color leaves her. You can see the color’s drain from her in waves. Like water dripping off glass after a storm.
”I was with mommy in our car when a big truck hit us. Is mommy here? I want my mommy!”
This child…she’ll become like everyone else. No individuality. Saddest part. She won’t care. Won’t care….
Eyes’s gone burry, with another snap I was out of my body again. There stood my body and the little girl. Who stood oblivious to her own changes, innocently holding my hand. And me? My hands clench, eye’s hidden. The little girl looks up at me with confusion clouding her now pale eyes.
”Mister? Are you okay? Mister?!” A tiny tug on my sleeve.
”Mister? Mist-” In one fluid movement, a movement that felt miles away, I plunged my right hand into her pale stomach. Blood. Crimson, deep. Pool’d on the ground with little plops. Reaching up I grasp’d her heart. Her beating red heart and yanked. It’s weird. You don’t think that a dead person can still die. But they can. Once that second chance is gone. You’re gone. And so was the little girl. In a flash her color’s re-appeared. Her vibrant color’s.
Gently I held the girl in my arms. I saved this girl. Me, I did. She was free from the pale.
”Sir. Sir, what are you doing? Sir….? Oh…oh god..!”
Scream’s started. Shouting. People started to gather. Other’s swoop’d in from above. Soon I was surrounded by dull blobs. I didn’t see them as people anymore. They were nothing. I, was everything. Before I knew it, a smile broke my stone face. Eyes wide. A laugh bubbled up from my throat. With the speed and grace of an angel, I made a sea of red.
White, now red. It’s bearable now. The happiness filled my blood stain’d chest and spread like a fire. For the first time in 500 years…I felt…alive. My beauty is unbearable. Un comparable. This world. Is now beautiful.
”Luke. You realize what you have done. I have no choice but it let you go.”
Another bubbling laugh escaped my body. The Big Guy, the Head Cheese.
”This world is worthless. Worthless. Everyday. Everyone. All it is is white! Everyone is pale. No one has color! Can’t you see what I have done?! I have added color to this forsaken land! I should be worshiped! I SHOULD BE LOVED!
Who….who would want to live in a world where everyone was the same?! Where we talk the same, look the same…no love, no hate, no lust. NOTHING! Perfect world my ASS!
I hate it. I saved them. Their free. They have color. They have color…..”
Of course I know what happen’s now. Atone for my sins. HAH! I’ve lived far too long anyways…
In one fluid movement my wings were ripped from my body. The ground beneath me open’d up, then gravity took hold.
I killed a total of 50 angels. One was a child. Twenty three were females. Twenty six were male. All their hearts were ripped out. I regret nothing. Why? Because down here. There is color. I’m loved. Worship’d even. I’m the big guy. Sitting on my throne of broken angels.
