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P.O.V. Aidan

Alright, so here I am, falling like a fucking meteor out of the god damn sky, and I'm thinking, what the hell?  I mean really.  Isn't there supposed to be some beautiful angel with piercing blue eyes and silky white hair appearing out of nowhere to catch me before I hit the ground?  That is what happens in every story ever made about a fallen angel right?  Maybe I'm mistaken… maybe I just pissed too many angels off in too short of a time.  It's possible.  I'm a bit of a fuckup.

I should probably introduce myself before I thoroughly confuse you all with my ramblings.  My name is Aidan.  I'm an angel, or maybe I should say I was an angel.  Up until about thirty seconds ago when I was tossed, none to gently I might add, out of the heavens I was an angel.  Now maybe you're imagining me sitting on a cloud, sipping a virgin daiquiri and laughing.  If your imagining that, though I doubt any daiquiris ever came into your little heads, you're horribly mistaken.  The funny thing is I wasn't ever even a part of the heavens; well not since I first fell anyways.  Let me explain.  I'm the angel of torture.  Yep, you got it, or maybe you didn't…in sum, I'm from hell.

Now maybe you're sitting there wondering how I, an angel from hell, happen to be falling face-first down from the heavens.  Funny thing is, I have no idea about that either.  All I know it that Mr. Almighty up there drags me from my oh so humble abode at four in the fucking morning and says, "you're fired" or something to that extent, and I find myself in this here situation.  No explanations, no nothing.

And here I thought I was getting a raise.

So back to my predicament:  Here I am, falling like a fucking meteor from the goddamn sky, etc.
Oh, and that handsome angel, he never showed.  Trust me when I say that grass is a hell of a lot harder from billions of feet in the sky.  I believe I set a new record for 'number of bones broken at once' in the book of world records.  Kids, don't try this at home.

So here I am, lying broken in a goddamn park I'm assuming, unable to move my head from its view straight up at a cascade of skyscrapers rising endlessly above me to pierce the night sky.  How poetic.

Had I not just come straight out of hell, I may have even thought it beautiful.  Actually, I did find it beautiful, breathtakingly so. You can't come from somewhere where the only view is the screams of tortured souls and fire and not find the night sky, even one so masked by the smog rising up from a city, a breathtaking sight.  Even if you happen to be lying broken and bleeding profusely from countless wounds, in the middle of a park with no where to go.

Now don't get the wrong idea, I'm not an optimist.  No, I'm proudly pessimistic, but when it comes to situations like these, only a true pessimist can find optimism. The key is sarcasm.  Sarcasm fuels the soul.  Remember that next time you find yourself falling from the heavens with no angel to catch you.

Now lets get back to the situation at hand.  Here I am, lying here in the grass, and fuck its cold.  It probably wasn't really all that cold, but remember that I'm from hell.  All that fire doesn’t leave much room for ice.  But anyways, its cold, and I'm running desperately low on sarcasm.  To sum up my situation in a few short words: it fucking sucks.

And then, to make matters worse, something comes along and kicks my side.

"Ow!" I bitch, surprisingly loud for the broken ribs stabbing into my lungs.  And then the thing, a female, stands directly into my line of vision, which is very limited to straight up.  She's a tiny little creature, a human I believe, and she's starting at me through these big ass brown eyes behind a curtain of short black hair.  And what do you know?  She looks at me and laughs.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" I spit.

She just shakes her head, still wearing this crazy Cheshire grin, like she won the lottery or something.

"Do you need some help?" she says after a while, still smiling down at me.

And me, being the stubborn prick I am, says: "No!" with as much force as possible.  She just rolls her eyes, still grinning broadly.

"I like you," she says.  I'm baffled.  I'm lying here, bleeding, and what does she say?  'I like you.'  What the hell am I supposed to say to that?  Thanks! Wow, I'm so glad we made acquaintances!  Golly gee you're great!

Luckily I'm spared a reply because, at that moment, she shreiks the name 'TINY' at the top of her lungs and beckons this said Tiny to come over.  Of course, Tiny is anything but Tiny.  He's more of a bear, or a great white shark.  Yeah, that’s it.  He's a great white shark.  What else could he be, he's even got the shaved head and the sharp ass white teeth.

And this is when I pass out. I must have looked like a real pathetic bitch right then.  Passing out right when this huge guy walks up.  At least I didn't piss my pants, that would have really killed my ego, and if you haven't noticed, I've got a pretty big ego.  Shit doesn't die easily, so you can imagine how embarrassed I would have been if I'd pissed my pants.  Let me set the record straight for you though, just because I know that Mr. Tiny over here won't believe me, I wasn't scared of him, I was just injured.  You'd have passed out too after that fall, so shut the hell up.

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When I came to I was greeted with the clanging echo of water dripping against metal.  For anyone who hasn't heard that sound, though I'm sure most of you have, it has the tendency to be both annoying and soothing at the same time.  I tried to move, only to find that my arms were tied directly above my head in a rather uncomfortable manner, and my back was scraping against what felt like the rough texture of a concrete wall.  I groggily opened my eyes and who do I see?  Little Cheshire girl grinning about a foot from my face.

"Hi!" she said happily.  I am pretty sure that I had every right to find this annoying, given my situation, but she seemed completely oblivious to my mood.  Either that or she found it amusing.  I'd like to think it was the former, if it was the latter I might, in fact, be forced to take a liking to the pretty little thing.

Now understand that when I say pretty, I mean it in a completely asexual way.  I do not like girls.  I like guys, which is actually why I fell to hell in the first place.  Kinda fucked up when you take into consideration that God MADE me gay.  The bastard himself created me and then punished me for his decision.  What a jackass, I mean really.

But that was a long time ago.  I'd much rather keep my mind focused on pretty little Cheshire girl smiling away in my face.  Okay, maybe I was getting to like her just a bit.  I just couldn't help it.  I mean here she is, and she's obviously not stupid as I'd so hoped for earlier...No, she's got brains as big as her smile.  So now we've got to figure out why the hell little miss happy tied me up.

"Why the hell did you tie me up?"

Her grin widens,"You're an angel right?" she asks, competely ignoring my question.

"Yeah, I am, so why did you tie me up?"

"Because we don't know whether you're on our side or not," a voice boomed from behind her.  Of course the voice belonged to Tiny. He walked into my line of vision, and I'm finally able look away from Cheshire and take in my surroundings.  What the hell?  The only word to describe it is gloomy.  They must have brought me deep into a subway station or something.

I scanned the area.  We seemed to be in a section that expanded out from a tunnel, though I couldn't really see most of my surroundings, even with my angel's eyes, due to extreme lack of lighting.  There was a crisscross of pipes running along the walls and ceiling, which I assume was where all of the water dampening the cold walls was coming from.  They seemed to have tied me to a low pipe that ran about four feet off the ground, giving me just enough slack to remain seated, though I wasn't about to thank them for their generousity.  My arms were going numb and my ass and thighs were aching from staying splayed out directly in front of my body for so long.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, remembering what we'd been discussing.  Sides?  Side in what?

"Don't you know?" Cheshire asked, her eyes widening and her smile finally lost.

"Stop calling me Cheshire. My name's Sparks."  I gaped at her.  A mind reader?

"Yeah, I can do this too," she said, holding her hand out and snapping.  Red sparks shot out of her fingers when she did so, the light reflecting off the damp walls.  I used the opportunity to get a good look at my surroundings, only to discover that I was in some sort of a room.  Well that helped a lot.

"What are you?" I asked, turning my attention back to Sparks.

"I honestly have no idea," she said, her grin returning.  I was glad, she'd looked wrong without her prized smile.  "Human parents, blah blah blah..." she continued, looking bored.

I smiled and her grin broadened in return. My attention turned back to what we'd  been discussing.  Sides...how was I supposed to know whose side I was on when I didn't even know there was a goddamn war?

"The war against the parallel world...it opened up and is trying to get back over to this side," Cheshire, Sparks, explained.

"Holy shit..." I breathed.  The other world had been created long ago, before I'd been created, when war had broken out across the universe and God had had to split it into two sections to prevent total destruction.  But wasn't that just a myth...that would mean that vampires, demons, and werewolves existed, locked forever in a universe parallel to this one.  Only now it had opened up.

"Are you on our side?" Sparks asked.  I stared at her. "Remember I can hear your thoughts."

"Yeah, I guess I am," I replied.  Sparks smiled and untied my aching wrists.

What had I gotten myself into now?