A/n: this is my first time writing a short story so please be kind! but i wouldn't mind a review! criticism is most favorable! =)
In the end it didn't matter. It was dark, just pitch black. It seemed inevitable that he would end up here in the abyss, fate was merciless and it just so happen that he had angered God the almighty, his savior.
He was scrunched up in a ball, his face on his knees, arm warped tightly. It was hard for him to breath, his chest was burning, throbbing. But he couldn't have cared, for he knew that he needn't breath, it was just a hard habit to break. He was trying to remember what it was like, to have the sun kiss his cheek, the wind lightly breathing, and the feel of the tickling soil beneath his weight.
He was trying to remember what it was like to be a child of God. It was hard when his world had no directions, no sense of life except his own. He was beyond himself, he no longer existed, he was nothing. His life was slowly fading away from him, the darkness was engulfing his light, his soul. He didn't care, he couldn't see, it was interminable.
Then he began to hear them, cold whispers, murmurs, telling him things- Even at a time like this there's not a single word of rescue from the one you worship. You see? That is the truth of this world. He doesn't watch anything and doesn't save anyone…
"Stop… stop please! STOP!" he screamed in desperation. Silence cut him like a blade, but the taste of silent bliss was soon shattered. The voices are getting louder, it's harder to silence them, to fade it into the background and melt them into the shadows. He was a part of it now. It was harsher, louder, the voices drowned his mind and began to drive him to insanity.
But as soon as the pandemonium upraised, it stopped altogether, as if there was never any to begin with. Then the voices started once more but this time, they stayed no louder then a mouse. He strained to listen to what they were conveying-
"He has come! Beware!"
"Hiss! Shut up! Do you want to be banished for eternity?"
What's happening… Slowly he lifted his head to see who hadput fear in their very being. He was blind, but he felt it, an icy cold stare that seemed to pierce through him, it was like his soul was being violated.
A man appeared out of the shadows. His hair was a light curly blond and his face radiated nothing less then the sun. His eyes were the sky itself, it's blue glory and all. To sum it all up he was the perfect image of an angel. The boy buried in misery thought that God had forgotten him and this angel was going to bring him back to His kingdom.
"Angel sent from God! Forgive me-" the boy began, now on his knees and his hands clasped together.
"Ha…ha-ha…" the blond broke out into a laughing fit.
"What? Why are you laughing?" the boy was confused and he had a terrible feeling bubble up inside him…
The blonde broke out into a grin, "Why, because I am not the angel you wish for. I am here to see that judgment will take its course rightfully. And you are my victim, oops! I mean, well now, what's the word…" the blond pondered with his index finger on his pouting lips.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Moving on, you will have to defend yourself against your mortal sins and if I think you're passable then you might get another chance for heaven!" the blonde smiled brightly.
"So let the Trials BEG-" the blonde rumbled but was cut short.
"Wait! What would happen if I don't pass my judgment?" the boy was shaking, his nightmares had taken a turn for the worst.
"… Well you would be stuck here in the bottomless pits of Tartarus for ALL eternity!" the blonde gave a big smirk and his eyes lit up with excitement.
"I-… I'm not-" stammered the boy, fear clear as day shook through him.
"No more questions? Ok, then let us resume, the trials shall begin!" the blonde yelped with glee. He turned his back and spread his arms out making him look like an angel, sending a cold chill down the boy's back and a face caked with fear.
"Pitiful shadow cloaked in darkness. Thy action cause men pain and suffering. Thy hollow soul drowns in thy sins. How would you like to see what death is like?"
"In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen." the blonde's voice reached its height and he felt his soul fall and scatter away like the petals of a dying flower, and then his world went black.
"Allen! Hey Allen Winters! Wake up!" Allen awoke to a gentle shaking. He opened his eyes to see, and the light blinded him. He flinched away as if it burned him, he kept his eyes closed and was trying to remember what had happen. laughing…
"I'm so glad you're awake! I thought you weren't ever going to wake up again. I was getting pretty worried there Allen." he said happily.
"What? Where am I? What happened?" Allen croaked, his throat had a burning sensation.
He snickered, "You're Allen Winters, 18 years old, have steel blue eyes, 5ft 8' tall and your best friends name is Luke, Luke Summers."
Allen turned his head, his hand covering his face moved a bit as he pried open his eyes to see his friend. Luke had a relieved look on his face, his eyes were a bright dark green, he has a baby face and his hair was a light breeze blonde which partly covered his face. Behind Luke there were machines with wires all leading to him. He turned his head towards the ceiling and saw the familiar white tiled lights.
"How long was I out?" Allen croaked, his throat burning for water.
"3 months." Luke had a strain to his voice and his eyes were downcast.
"3 months? No wonder why I feel like shit and my throats burning. 3 months… have you been with me all this time?" Allen slowly pushed himself up in to a sitting position, his body stiff and weak.
"Yeah, visited every weekend. But don't think it was all for you, I went because of the nurse here." Luke had an embarrassed smile but hid it and leaned close, "Just between you and me, she was smoking hot!" Luke's eyes were looking back and forth making sure that no one heard that. And he looked back seeing an angry face on his buddy Allen was quite a sight.
"Hey, don't be mad," Luke exclaimed putting his hands up, and in an innocent tone, "I didn't even hit 1st base with her yet!"
Allen let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back. "What is it with you and babes? You commit to them like it's a religion."
"What? Do you know what the greatest and worst invention that humans ever made was? Television. Television controls people using information and steals their sense of reality. Yes. Now television itself is a religion." Luke closed his eyes and shook his head with his hands on his hips, "I'm telling you, television is evil."
Allen stared at him and burst out laughing. When he was done he wiped away a tear from the corner of his eyes and sighed, "Religion huh? Hey, Luke what do you think happens to fallen angels?"
"Hmm, I think angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils."
No choice? "So, where is my dream?" "It is a continuation of reality." Luke replied. "But where is my reality?" Allen confronted. "It is at the end of your dream."
"This is the end of my dream. My wings forgot how to fly, since I only kept pretending to flap them. Is there a meaning to wings that can't fly?" Allen was fuming."Perhaps, but the distant part of the sky always seems clearest, so that we will always strive to reach it ." Luke's voice was raised, "You sound like you're on the verge of death, asking me all these questions…you don't plan on dying by any chance do you?" Luke looked straight down into Allen's eyes, searching for some kind of hint.
"I'm not going there to die. I'm going to find out if I'm really alive." Allen glared straight back. "I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for eternity."
Luke returned the glare but he didn't find the hint he was hoping for. "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Right?" Luke broke off and sighed in defeat. "But just promise me, one thing. Do you know why snow is white? Because it forgot what color it was. Do you understand what that means? Allen don't forget yourself, I'm not always going to be here at your side when you wake up. You're this world's only hope Allen. Your dreams are our keys to winning this war." Luke stood up and went to the door.
"…Yeah I know. I… promise not to forget myself and I'll also promise that I'll wake up at least once more to see you before you die." Allen spoke slowly, thinking to himself can I even keep this promise?
Luke chuckled softly, "Don't make promises that you can't keep. Goodbye Allen, sweet dreams." Luke closed the door behind him and walked down a dark corridor, when he reached the end he took a left turn and kept going for about another few minutes. At the end he opened a door that led upstairs and he opened another door, 'til finally he reached the outside.
The land was barren, debris and corpses were littered all around him, not a single breath of life was within 5 kilometers of this place. Luke began his journey eastward and he looked up to the sky as he walked and prayed a silent prayer, the year of 2066, a war began between devils and angels has tipped the world off balance, humans are classified as going-to-be-extinct specimen and the civilization has long since crumbled.
Mankind's only hope lays in the hands of an 18 year old boy named Allen Winters, his vision sent from both angels and devils can stop this war and save mankind. Will he awaken before its too late? Luke doesn't know but he silently prays that it will be enough as snow the color of blood silently falls towards the earth.
A/n: And you like?