Snippet #2428784

Scarlett was now screaming. No, not out loud. Just inside. Her expression might have gave it away, though. Her eyes, at first were like plates. If she were the demon, she would see her face as priceless. Yet, the thing was, she, truly, and honestly, couldn't fly. If she could, by now she wouldn't be afraid of heights. Oh yeah, especially when you're falling from them. And especially, especially high ones. Like now.
Scarlett had no idea what to do, due to the fact there was a demon above her, (With wings!) she was falling from a quite high height, and, of course, don't forget the ball of fire. There was nothing to grab, or grasp, but air. That was when she hatched the idea, which might help a whole lot, or fail horribly. She threw the knife at his wing. If it hit, he would start falling too, so they'd both be in trouble. If it missed....She was weaponless, and injured.
"If you're watching, God...Please let this work."
She muttered, so quietly she could barely even hear. Of course, she would have said something in angel tongue, but of course, she wasn't quite old enough, and she barely knew anything, since her Father refused to tell her until she was eighteen...She'd always resent him for that.