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Michael had watched you your whole life, from heaven. Watched the happy child with loving parents play on the playground, color in school, have friends, but that changed when you turned ten. Gabriel had to hold him back, many of his brothers did, when your parents found out you had a gift. A gift of seeing the world as it truly was. Angels, demons, you saw them all, and this frightened your parents. They thought you were pretending, trying to get attention, but when you described what you saw your parents they pull the lever. 

The world was cruel, that's what you learned, during the ten years of living in the mental institution. The doctors tried everything to "cure" you, medications, electroshock therapy, all of which came with horrible side effects but living in the ward was just as dangerous. The others there were off their rocker as well, many of them worse than you, more violent than you, and it took everything not to end up stabbed in the middle of the night by your roommate who had stolen a knife. 

After five years of treatments your parents gave up on you, abandoning you all together in the ward.  Sure they paid your shock treatments and stay at the ward but they refused to visit you until you stopped your nonsense. It wasn't nonsense that Paul had a demon hanging over him all the time, directing him to do evil things and it wasn't nonsense the day an orderly had a seizure and got up with black eyes and shark teeth.  

You grabbed the closest thing to you and stabbed the orderly through the chest and watched as he slammed ot the ground, dead.  With shaky hands you grabbed the keycard off his belt and ran to the door.  Once you got the door opened you rushed to the nearest storeroom and locked the door.  

As you dressed in extra scrubs you heard the the hospital outside going crazy.  It wasn’t uncommon for the hospital to be crazy, you lived in Las Vegas, Nevada, but this was different.  You heard screaming outside the store room and you couldn’t help but flinch when someone slammed against the door and left a bloody handprint.  You grabbed a bag and stuffed it full of water and food before approaching the door.

You waited till the screams seemed to lessen before you opened the door.  Had you not grown up with seeing demons your whole life you might have thrown up at the amount of bloody mess of bodies that was over the ground.  Your bare feet avoided the bodies as you got to the stairs and started the long trek down until you hit the ground floor.

You could hear the screams of the lobby, the cries of children, all of which readied you for what you were about to face.  You needed to get out of this hospital, away from the city, find somewhere safe til you could get your bearings again.  With a deep breath you opened the door and ran out.

It was chaos, pure chaos.  You dodged and wove through the chaos, your eyes solely on the sliding glass door.  Just as you were about to reach it, you felt someone grab your pack and you turned to see an angel who had possessed someone's body.

“You.”

“Sorry, don’t know you.”

“You, you were Michaels favorite.  I wonder what he might do if we held you-”

The angel didn’t finish his sentence.  You heard a loud gunshot and you felt the blood spray your face.  The possessed person slumped to the ground and your eyes landed on the man.  He was an angel, you could tell, but you couldn’t see his wings.  His eyes landed on you and his breath seemed to catch in his throat.

“Your…”

A scream broke his trance.  He grabbed your hand, pulling you with him to a police cruiser just outside the doors.  You needed no further instructions, opening the door.  You threw your pack in, halfway into the car you felt a hand grab you and try to yank you away.  He yelled, his voice full of worry, but you grabbed a gun that had been on your seat and pulled the trigger.  Your breathing was labored as you got into the car, slamming the door.

He followed suit, starting the car and took off down the road.  Watching the bright and colorful lights of the city you had grown up in bleed away into the background and finally relaxed.

“Are you alright?”  He asked, looking at you.

“I’m fine.”  You said, closing your eyes.  “Why are angels attacking us?”

He smiled.

“Your gift is truly amazing.  I knew you wouldn’t be one of the weak ones.”

“Weak ones?  So angels are possessing weak humans and are attacking the strong ones.  Why?”

“God is tired of you.”

“Sounds about right.”

He looked at you, finally getting to see you in the flesh.  He noticed you still had blood all over your face that was now dry.

“You might want to clean your face.”

You did just that, grabbing a spare wash cloth you had stolen and washed off all the blood that was on your face.  Sighing you curled up in the seat, watching the dessert pass by.  After an hour you spoke again.

“Your an angel, why aren’t you killing everyone?”

“Because I don’t believe in Gods order.  Yes, humanity has gone off the deep end but not all of you are bad.  You are a key example of that.”

“You say that but he didn’t do anything while they gave me treatments.  What is your name?”

“Michael.”

Later you pulled into a motel to fill up on gas and grab any food that was needed.  You walked around the corpses on the ground, grabbing any food you could as he filled up the car and you could feel him watching you.  The angel at the hospital had said that you were Michael's favorite, why? 

You tossed the extra food in the trunk, taking note of the mass amount of guns in it, before getting into the passenger seat again.  You took small bites of the beef jerky as you waited, mulling over all the information you had acquired.  

When Michael got back into the car you spared him a quick glance.  He was handsome, that much was obvious.  Cold blue eyes, a defined jaw, it made sense that he was an angel.  As the car pulled away from the motel you spoke.

“Where are we going?”

“A gas station.  There is a woman who is pregnant with the child, this child can save humanity.”

“Do you think we deserve to be saved?”  You asked, looking at him.

“Not all.  But those who have survived are worth saving.”

“Perhaps you should drop me off somewhere.  Not sure I’m worth saving.”

The car was quiet after your statement.  The drive was quiet til you found a cabin to stay for a few hours.  

You took a shower, letting the warm water wash away any blood you missed.  The warm water relaxed your body and sooner than you would have like you stepped out of the shower.  Wrapping a towel around your body you walked out to the room to grab your clothes, noticing at Michael was still sitting on the bed, not having moved at all.

“Michael?”

“You truly believe that you are not worth saving?”

You sighed, turning back to your pack, pulling out a clean set of scrubs.

“Of course.  I spent ten years in that ward and I learned that the world is cruel.  Why would I, a freak who can see things, be worth saving?”

“You are not a freak.”

You scoffed.  “Sure.  Seeing angels and demons is completely normal.  Seeing a demon crawl out a child mouth and hiss at you before squirming back inside through the ear is totally normal.  Seeing a monster kill other humans with a set of wings and a smile on their face in normal.”

“You were given a gift.  God himself gave you this gift.  You were to be an instrument in his fight against the darkness-”

“And now he’s exterminating us all.  Michael… perhaps it would be best to just leave me here.”

Michael didn’t respond.  He stood up, walking over to you.  You felt his chest against your back and you couldn’t stop the chill that you got.

“I wont allow that.  I waited years to see you again.  To feel you against me.”  Michael gently tugged on the towel, making it fall.  “To feel you.”

His hands moved up your sides, sliding over your arms to cup your breasts.  The actions sent a shot down to your core, making you gasp.

“Despite my mission… I cannot just leave you.”  

You moaned as Michael played with your nipples, his lips finding your neck as he kissed it.  One of his hands moved down, finding your core and a bundle of nerves.  As he played with you you could feel his cock growing hard, and you wanted it.

“Do you want this?”  Michael asked.  “All you have to say is-”

You turned on him, pulling his face to meet yours in a hungry kiss.  

“I want this Michael.”

He lifted your body up, setting you on the table with your legs wide.  He stepped back, pulling his clothes off before meeting you again in a kiss.  

Now wasn’t the time for foreplay, it was the time for passion.  And Michael would give you that.  He lined up, giving you a final kiss before pushing in.  

Pain was what you first felt but soon it turned to pleasure and he moved his hips slowly so you could get used to the feeling.  Soon you were moaning again, making Michael speed up.  It was bliss as you both finished, holding each other.

“I’ve waited so long to be able to do this.”  Michael whispered in your ear.  “I wont give this up yet.”

You shivered against his body at his tone.  You could live with this.