You Can Watch Me Fall From Grace

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You Can Watch Me Fall From Grace ( )

Postby SaveYou on Sat Apr 11, 2009 5:03 pm

Darkness had long since descended on Disturbia, and no-one really noticed the young man making his way towards the gates of it. Disturbia was the first city on one of the routes to Hell, and the appointed leader of the city reached out and opened them, grinning to himself as he did so. Through here was the road to Heaven; and also where the Fallen from Grace dwelled.

There had been reports of an Angel making it's way to the road, frequently, to visit one of the Fallen. Even the Demon found the story unbelievable, slightly; a Demon had been made and Angel, and when he was disgraced and fell, they kept clinging to the "relationship" they had built up. Pathetic.

He was getting nearer to it, but something made him stop in his tracks, feeling disgusted. There was something pure here. An Angel. Ugh.

Well, he was at the right place, anyway. Withdrawing into the shadows of it, Bert settled down to wait for his target to come out, once the Angel had retreated back up to Heaven. He had a proposition for him; one he couldn't refuse.
He'd be back in Hell in no time at all.
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The streets of Disturbia were often deserted at night, but that was okay. Gerard liked it that way. Most people thought he was a mental recluse or something, but that wasn't the case at all - even when he'd been alive, Gerard had preferred his own company.

He was sat on the curb, aimlessly throwing stones at the opposite side of the street, waiting. She would be here soon; at least, he hoped She would. He desperately needed something to help him forget, just for a while, about the troubles of his hellish afterlife - quite literally - and She was the perfect distraction. He flicked a stone slightly off-target, and it bounced down the street, into the shadows. He thought he saw something move there, and he craned his neck to see, but whatever it was disappeared from view. He shrugged. Probably just a cat. It didn't even occur to him that he hadn't seen a cat since he'd died.

He sighed, and turned his head the other way, watching the road that led to Heaven - the road that She would be coming down. He wouldn't allow himself to think her name; you never know who's around, reading your mind, itching to get you into trouble for some extra credit with The Big Man - whichever one was in favour at the time. He sighed, and waited.
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The quiet of this place always unnerved Allys, but she always tried to ignore the eerieness of the place. It was harder than it should have been, but the thought of him helped her, even if it was depressing that he wasn't there all the time anymore; even if he did use her as an occassional punching bag. It wasn't his fault. He'd been with the Demons so long, he probably found it hard to get rid of his evil roots.

Or at least, that's what Allys told herself, anyway. But she didn't like to dwell on that part of their relationship. It was mostly good; why focus on the bad?
As she reached the gates of Disturbia, she quietly drew her wings in, hiding them from view. She knew it wouldn't help much; any Demon could spot an Angel a mile off - all of them had the same pale skin and white/blonde hair - but the wings made it just that little bit more obvious.

She flinched as she heard a scream coming from an alley close by. Some rouge Demon's torturing some poor, unfortunate soul. She quickened her pace, until she noticed a familiar face sitting on the sidewalk, and relief coursed through her. She always expected him not to be there, for whatever reason. She was always glad he was.

"Gerard," She said softly as she appraoched him. "I'm late, I'm sorry. It's getting harder to get out of Heaven, what with the rumours flying around about the army that's supposedly being gathered," She dropped onto the curb beside him, extending her wings a little; she couldn't keep them closed in for a long amount of time. Again, it struck her how strange Gearrd looked without his own wings; but his had been cut off when he fell from favour.
"How have you been?"
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Gerard looked up as Allys approached, and smiled softly as she sat down next to him. He reached out to wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her close to him; his fingers found her hair and he twirled a strand of it around his index finger and released it, so it fell in a perfect ringlet against her face. His smile widened somewhat, and he kissed the top of her head as he thought about her question.

"Not bad," he mused, thinking about all that had happened since they'd last seen eachother - which, in truth, wasn't much. "Got into a fight the other day, but I won, of course," - he paused as the smile on his face turned into a grin at the memory - "How about you? Has anyone said anything about you coming down here yet?"
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"Some people have," Allys said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Truth was, people were really starting to notice Allys' frequent disappearances, but she wasn't going to stop them. She was afraid that if she did, he might completely give into his evil side again.

"This fight.. you didn't seriously hurt the other guy, did you?" She asked tentatively; violence was always a touchy subject with her, seeing as the last time she'd brought it up, he'd flared into an anger attack and she thought he'd kill her (again). Thanlkfully, though, no-one Upstairs had noticed the bruises.

"I mean, we're trying to work you back into favour. We can't help you if you cling to murdering and all. You're not still doing it, are you?"
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Gerard looked down at Allys in alarm at her questions, but he understood the edge to her voice, and thought carefully about his answer. "No, I didn't seriously hurt the other guy. I just knocked him out... For a day. Or two." He shook his head, trying to steer the convesation away from the fact that he'd practically hospitalized the guy, and spoke quickly. "It doesn't matter, anyway. Look, you don't have to worry about that stuff anymore, I told you, I'm not going to lash out as much, I've got it under control."

He sighed, and looked away. He knew, just as well as she did, that this was a load of rubbish. His thoughts, like hers, were on the last time he'd 'lashed out' - on her. He'd promised her, and kept promising, that he would never do it again, but they both knew otherwise. He was a demon, he'd been a demon for years, and there was nothing he could do, despite Allys' efforts. Still, he couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop trying; he liked the idea that there was hope for him, although he knew there was none. It seemed to make her happy, too, thinking she was helping him. But they both knew that all it was leading up to was the next day it all became too much and he back-handed her into the wall again. Another sigh escaped him, and he kept his eyes on the floor, refusing to look at her.
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"Are you sure?" Allys pressed, taking his hands. Partly in reassurance, partly so he couldn't hit her if she pushed him too far.

"It's just.. you remember the army?" She knew she didn't have to give the name; of course he'd remember. He'd practically started it. "Apparently, someone's trying to restart it, to take down survivors of the way," She said, referring to the war he was blown up un. She herself had been another casualty of the war, as a night-nurse. One of the hospitals had been bombed, and she'd been crushed under part of the falling roof.

"Then there were rumours they'd start up on Heaven. D'you think that if someone asked you to rejoin it, you would? Because trying to stop it, it would garuntee you another shot at Heaven. And then there wouldn't be any need for secrecy between us,"

If it was hard for Allys to sneak out of Heaven, it was harder for Gerard to spend time with her without them both being caught.

In the shadows across the street, Bert smiled to himself, as the Angel finally let go of Gerard's hands. The stupid bitch. If she thought that the idea of Heaven could tempt him into being good, she was just a poor, stupid bastard. You couldn't convert a Demon. It was practically impossible.
Bert was looking forward to cutting off her wings and using them for himself.
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Gerard pulled his hands out of Allys', got up off the curb, and started pacing in front of her. "No, Allys," he sighed, looking at the floor as he walked. "I'm not part of it, I'm not joining it, I have no interest in it what-so-ever." He shook his head. He'd thought Allys, at least, believed in him, thought there was some good in him, but apparently not. Not that he could blame her; he didn't think there was any good in him, but it had been nice that she had. But that's what Angels do, a voice in his head reminded him. They only see the good in people, even when there's nothing there. It's in their nature. They can't accept that there are some beings - like you - that can't be redeemed.

Gerard looked up as he heard, once again, something shuffle in the shadows across the street. His eyes narrowed as he finally remembered that cats didn't belong in Hell, and turned to face Allys. "You'd better go," he said quietly, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. "People will start to notice if you're here for too long." He raised a hand to her cheek, and half-smiled at her; a rare, tender moment that a Demon hardly ever experienced, before clearing his throat and dropping his hand, and resuming his usual careless manner.
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Allys heard the movement too, and immediately drew her wings back in; she'd been unfurling them slowly over the course of their conversation, and she felt cheated of time with him. Even as he drew his hand away from her face, she moved closer to him and kissed him. She had to, because she didn't know when she'd see him again.

"I love you," She said simply, before starting off down the street, towards the gates of Disturbia. Once she reached the SwitchStreet, it'd only be a matter of flying back to Heaven, and God knew her wings could use the exercise. Quickly, she disappeared from sight and earshot, and Bert stepped out of the shadows, a sardonic smile on his face.

"How touching," He said, sarcasm dripping from his words. "An Angel and a Fallen, conversing with each other, literally, at the very gates of Hell. Very daring, if I do say so myself,"

Flicking a few stray strands of dirty blonde hair away from his face, he walked towards Gerard at his own pace.

"Gerard, isn't that what she said your name was? And what was hers, Allys? Lovely. Just lovely. And you sir, Gerard; or should I say, Lieutenant Death?" Bert smiled again. He knew all about Gerard's past life in the army.

"I looked up to you, once; when I was just someone you commanded, just one of your troops. But to see you know, kissing one of them... It sickens me, it really does,"

He came closer again, and clapped him on the shoulder.
"But we can change all that, Lt. We can return you to your glory days. We can make you free again. What do you say, do you want to rejoin the army? Or will you spend the rest of your afterlife clinging to some Angel in the hope of going somewhere you'll never see again?"
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Gerard sighed, and watched after Allys as she walked away; he was still watching when she had long disappeared from view. He was thinking about what she'd said; that she loved him. He wondered how many times he'd told her the same thing since he'd fallen; countless times, he knew, but had he meant it? Now that he was a Demon again, he didn't know what love meant anymore.

He looked round in surprise as someone spoke, and his eyes narrowed when he recognised the face. He didn't speak, and let Bert say his piece, with the intentions of walking away when he was finished, but his hand on his shoulder and the words following brought new meaning to the situation.

Shrugging out from under Bert's hand, he looked at him evenly, and barely suppressed a growl. "If you've been listening in on our conversation, you'll know that I don't want anything to do with your army," he snapped. "So go recruit someone who actually thinks it stands a chance. It was pure idiocy, thinking we could do it. We failed last time; you're going to fail again. Have fun pitching said idea to whoever it is you answer to these days, because He's not going to be happy when you fuck it up, trust me."

Rolling his eyes, Gerard turned on his heel and walked away, shaking his head in disbelief. What were they thinking, dredging up the army idea again? If it was going to work, it would've worked last time. Although, he had to admit, it was a tempting idea; the only reason it hadn't worked last time was because he'd developed a conscience at the last minute. He stopped walking. What if, this time, he didn't? It would work, guaranteed, but only because he was on the team. The rest of them didn't stand a chance. He shook his head, clearing these thoughts from his mind. He couldn't, not now; he'd been in Heaven, he had a conscience now, no going back from it - and then, of course, there was Allys. It bothered him slightly that she was the last thing that came to mind, but he shrugged it off, and started walking again.
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"Fine, fine. Walk away, and good luck trying to find someone to take you back into Heaven. I'll just wait here, until your little girlfriend comes back down. Think she'll look prettier once I cut her wings off?"

He was watching him walk away and wondering how he'd react. It wasn't exactly the best carrot to wave, so to speak, but it was all he had at the moment, knowing virtually nothing else about Gerard, and that was the best thing he could tempt him with for now. Hopefully, he'd agree - if the army got powerfull enough, the might even be able to attempt an overthrow of Satan, and that would be something.

Instead, he watched him carefully, looking for any sign he was getting through to him.
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Re: You Can Watch Me Fall From Grace ( )

Postby DyingHere on Fri May 08, 2009 2:59 pm

Gerard stopped walking, his fists automatically clenching at his sides. Turning around slowly, his expression dark, he started to walk back toward Bert. For someone who appeared so calm, he lashed out quickly, grabbing him by his collar and lifting him a good few inches clear of the ground. "Don't," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Don't threaten her. Touch her, look at her, even think about her, and you'll wake up dead. Again. Do you understand me?" He released his grip on the man and turned his back on him.

He sighed, bringing his hand up to massage his temples as he walked away. This is what Allys kept pushing him about; losing control of his emotions and throttling someone. He hated letting her down, as he so often did - but this time had been different, he told himself. He was defending her, protecting her. But would that matter? He doubted it. He didn't look back, upon Bert or the road that led to Switch Street, even though there was nothing more he wanted than to either follow Allys or pound that son of a bitch into the ground. But he couldn't do either, so he merely kept his head down and avoided looking at anyone as he made his way toward the shoddy, weather-beaten safehold that served as his home.
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