This Is How An Angel Dies (Open)

[Azrael Seven]

...sail...

Something that sounded like an orchestra played beautifully before it all snapped into something different...swaying...volume rising and falling gradually. The hard clicks of rimshots entered in. Accompanying the chopsticks style piano. And then a mechanical scream.

...this is how I show my love...
...my love...
...my love...
...my love...
...my love...

The music played quietly in the background. Words struck his ears before fading away, a male's voice. A throaty voice. Scratchy. The symphony that somehow calmed him even if the rhythmic pops and mechanical white noise frustrated others. Gradually, the volume increased. He didn't even question where the music crept out from. It seemed right. Nothing out of the ordinary.

...this is how an angel...
...this is how an angel...
...this is how an angel dies...

His stormy blue eyes stared down at the sidewalks below, coated in orange light. With knees pulled up to his chest, he set on the edge of the rooftops as was usual for him. The music had grown even louder. Something that sounded like a robot growling at him.

...this is how I show my love...
...blame it on my mind because...
...blame it on my a.d.d., baby...

A soft night breeze tried to pull through his peacock styled hair with little success. His head remained tilted down. Eyes hiding behind his side swoop bangs. It seemed he was always hiding.

...this is how an angel dies...
...blame it on my own sick pride...
...blame it on my a.d.d., baby...

...sail...
...sail...
...sail...

The rough voice repeated the word a number of times before the cracking and popping music switched over to a swooning style. Swaying again. Azrael stood. His lanky frame resisted the wind. Loose fitting shirt billowing around him. His converse covered toes set at the very edge of the roof's ledge. White laces flipping around in the increasing wind. A few softer voices cooed in the background. The piano joined in again. The music returning to it's softer beginning.

...la la la la la...
...la la la la la...
...oh...
...la la la la la...
...la la la la la...
...oh...

Playfully toned voices contrasted the angry voice that had been throughout the entire song.

...sail...
...sail...
...sail...

Again, the scratchy voice tried to itch itself on Azrael's ears. Repeating the single word over and over and over again. He tensed a muscle in his right wing, stretching it out a little before relaxing it. He repeated the process with his left before slowly picking them up as the music cut out. Just as the swooning coos returned. The irritated voice still coughing out the word sail to him. As the playful voice returned to try to talk over top of him.

...sail...
...sail...
...sail...
...sail with me into the dark...
...sail...
...sail with me into the dark...
...sail...
...sail with me into the dark...
...sail...
...sail with me...
...sail with me...
...sail...

Everything faded out. Almost to complete silence before the mechanical growling snapped back. Robots fighting amongst each other. Biting at Azrael's ears. Everything still seemed as if it were normal. As if the fact that there was just random music in the background like a theme song was nothing nothing out of the ordinary. His inky black feathered wings spread out wide to each side of him. The wind tugging at the tips of his feathers.

...sail...

His slate blue eyes crossed over the city. It was empty. Abnormally empty. A street light flickered before going out completely. What sounded like a keyboard took the place of the piano. Playing the same chopsticks style music.

...maybe I should cry for help...
...maybe I should kill myself...
...blame it on my a.d.d.,baby...

...maybe I'm a different breed...
...maybe I'm not listening...
...blame it on my a.d.d.,baby...

...sail...

And another light cut out.

...sail...

And another...

...sail...

With each utterance of the word, another light clicked off. From one end of the street to the other. A sharp, well executed contagion. The eerie voices cooing in the background. Azrael's eyes followed the lights shutting off until the street was pitch black. The music returned to it's original style. An orchestra of instruments.

...la la la la la...
...la la la la la...
...oh...
...la la la la la...
...la la la la la...
...oh...

...sail...

Everything started fading out. The cooing voices accompanied by the playful one. The scratchy voice still repeating the single word.

...sail with me into the dark...
...sail with me into the dark...
...sail with me into the dark...
...sail with me...
...sail with me...

Azrael felt an intense need to listen to the playful voice. Something told him what to do. Something eased his mind and told him everything would be ok and to just do as he was told. The noise faded to nothing as the angel held his arms out to each side of him, looking up at the dark, star filled sky as a few rain drops touched down on his face. Cold. Like tiny needle pricks to his skin. All was quiet. The voices had all gone. And then slowly one crept from the back of his mind. Repeating a line he had heard in the beginning of all of this.

...this is how I show my love...
...my love...
...my love...
...my love...

...this is how a...

Slowly, his body relaxed and started to lean forward. The rain pelted his pale face. His eyes closed, hair sticking to his face.

...this is how a...
...this is how a...

He took in a deep breath, filling his lungs. He still seemed at ease. Like whatever was about to happen was exactly what he was supposed to be doing.

...this is how an angel...
...this is how an angel...
...this is how an angel...

The quiet voice slowly grew louder with each repeat of the line. A computer generated snare drum start a drum roll, building with the voice.

...this is how an angel...

Azrael fell forward. Plummeting towards the cold, unforgiving ground. A smile twisted across his face as the wind rushed past him, making it all the easier for his muscles to hold his grin. Nothing mattered anymore. He would be completely free once he crashed. Once his body was nothing more than a tangled, unrecognizable heap against the pavement. He stared at his fate. Focusing on the ground. Everything else was nothing but a blur. Slowly, he pulled in his wings to gain momentum. Everything told him he would be fine. That this was exactly what he was supposed to be doing. That everything was normal.

...dies...

His eyes shot open. A set of stormy blues revealing themselves to the world. He was sitting up. Breathing heavily. His flesh dripping with cold sweat. He swallowed hard, fighting to calm himself down. His fingers held a death grip on the satin edge of his tattered blanket. His eyes darted around. Someone had to be in here. Someone had to have been talking to him. Whispering in his ear. He got up from the floor quickly, turning circles. Searching. His breathing still heavy and labored. Panicking. "You're fine..." His mouth moved, but a calm voice exited. "There's nothing to be worried about. No one comes in this building. It was just a bad dream." A growl rose in his throat. He tried his best to gather his wits and confidently stride across the dark room. The floor marked with a path of orange light from the curtainless window. His eyes went from panic to determined. Hardened and sharp. "Nothing comes in here after me.

[/b]" Again his mouth moved, but an aggressive voice emitted itself. Frustrated and angry. He moved with heavy steps up the spiral staircase and to the next floor. Crossing another room, his hand reached for the door to the roof access stairwell. Yanking it open, he stomped up the stairs, throwing the second door open and stepping out. He looked around. There was nothing. No one. Not a sound. No music. No voices.

Falling to his knees. There was only one person who had kept him sane all of this time. And she was gone. Now all he had were his own set of friends. He sniffled a little, fighting his hardest to keep back tears.

He couldn't keep living like this...
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