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▇ ✗ ◝ And in the burst of the light that blinded every angel ♡ ⤵ ___________________________________________
As if the sky had blown the heavens in to stars . . . ____________________________________
(♥ * Falling in to empty space ━ )) With no one to catch you in their arms . . .
As if the sky had blown the heavens in to stars . . . ____________________________________
(♥ * Falling in to empty space ━ )) With no one to catch you in their arms . . .
♈ One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.┃┃
Location - Office of ECS HQ.
A whole twenty-fours had gone by and Azrael had not slept a wink. All the paperwork had been finished and assembled in to a neat pile hours ago but sleep would not come to the young lady. This wasn’t the first time this had happened to her; on several occasions people would catch her working in to the dead of night. Her work-a-holic attitude could not be blamed on anyone but herself. A form a punishment that she had created in order to keep unwanted thoughts at bay. With a rank of Lieutenant Colonel, one would think the work amount would be fairly lax but not for her. A year go she swore loyalty to an opposing gang, the Chemical Rascals. Her eyes flickered to the scar that lay hidden beneath her sleeve. She had been attacked, underestimating the two soldiers that had beaten her down and forcefully taken her back to CR’s headquarters. How foolish she had been. Thinking that one woman could take down two men; two handguns against one rifle. The scar came from getting in to a fist fight with one the men, that b*****d so happened to have a knife him. The surprisingly cool metal sent a burning fire down her arm; the blood seeped out and pooled around her feet. If they had left her there in the alley, she would have not lived to see today. Perhaps it would have been better if they left her for dead but now she was stuck.
Rory, the leader of the Chemical Rascals, offered to spare her life. The condition? To act as a double agent and inform them of everything that happened within the East Coast Specialists. Already terribly wounded and fear practically written across her body, she accepted. When she returned the next day, many people commented upon her injuries which she simply answered with ‘got in to a bar fight’ excuse. There was only one person who had not been convinced by her lie. Lucile. He passed away at the age of twenty-eight; Azrael had only known him for a short amount of time. Lucile Cale Faust, the older brother she didn’t know about until seventeen years later after being switched at birth. He went in to the military, piloted Helicopters, and returned to discover that he had been spending time with the wrong sister. Like her, they shared the same color in eyes and hair, his build was slender but muscle was noticeable. They spent every waking hour trying to catch up on what had happened in the past seventeen years of her life. Needless to say, Azrael had fallen in love with her older brother, never realizing just how lonely it could be -being an only child. With his job constantly taking time away from their bonding, the young girl found herself growing lonely once more. It was during this time that she had joined the East Coast Specialist, in hopes of proving herself worthy and finally having people to interact with.
He had returned the day after the fight between her and the soldiers. It proved difficult to lie to her own brother and finally gave in and told him everything. Lucile had done everything in his power to convince his sister not to continue on with this gang life but Azrael refused to leave. Eventually, Lucile came to accept his sister’s decision and never brought up the issue again. There was no denying he still worried about her safety. About a month after the unfortunate gang incident, Lucile was to be sent overseas once more. On his last day, Azrael brought him in to East Coast territory figuring it would be safe and showed him the wonderful ocean view from the docks. When it came time for him to leave, they found themselves caught in the middle of a fight between two gangs, one being her own. Bullets whizzed past them and the two siblings had no where to hide. When they finally found an escape route, Lucile had been shot. Azrael watched her brother fall as she remained hidden behind a pile of crates. Her cries rang out in to the sky as she watched her brother’s life slowly fade away. He yelled for her to run but his words had fallen on deaf ears. Long after the fight had come to an end, Azrael stayed by her brother’s side before finally calling an ambulance. There were no words to describe the amount of pain and suffering she felt..
So torn apart that the girl was crazy enough to storm in to the General’s office and blame the whole thing on him. She had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him hard. Considering the things she had gone through in the past week, could someone really blame her for acting out like that? She claimed that if he had checked the area first, that if he had been more careful, her brother would have not died that night. He listened to her reasoning but only offered an apology in return. Angered and upset, Azrael said nothing more, silently swearing she would have her revenge on him. Her hate for Takashi had given her enough motivation to continue on with delivering any news to the Chemical Rascals. Over the course of the year, her hate for Takashi had simmered down but not enough to completely forgive him. It had also gotten easier to sneak out and meet with the opposing gang. No one would suspect someone like herself to be working as a double agent. She always kept her cool and knew what to say at the right times. It also helped that many people did not bother her, save for Takashi who simply visited sometimes to check up on minor reports. While she was probably going to hell for her criminal act against the East Coast Specialists, she did not hate them. Her life was on the line and that alone kept her from telling anyone.
Even though she was secretly betraying them, her attachment towards some of the members were real, true emotion. If someone was hurt then she would show genuine concern. Same for the Chemical Rascals. Underneath her cold shell, a layer of care resided within her heart. After losing her older brother, Azrael could not bear to lose anyone else she had grown close to. If it meant sacrificing her own life then by all means they could take it. It was the least she could for putting herself in such an undesirable situation. The girl figured she would get caught one of these days, maybe not tomorrow or the next month but sometime in her life. She even had her secret written down on a piece of paper, it was cleverly hidden between one of the pages of her favorite book - Fearless by Tim Lott. In fact, the piece of paper had been sewn in to the page, so if someone was to skim through the damn thing, it was as if the words were part of the text. The book was currently lying in a pile of other useless things in the bottom right drawer of her desk. Letting out a sigh, Azrael drummed her fingers against the wooden desk before finally deciding to get some fresh air. She had spent enough time in her room anyways; the sandman was not going to catch her today. Grabbing her things, she made sure to lock her door before leaving and headed for the roof.
Walking up the flight of stairs towards the roof, her mind was quickly going over todays schedule. There wasn’t much for her to do other than figure out the ECS plans and then head out at night to inform Rory. That woman got on her nerves sometimes, maybe not as much as Takashi but it was pretty close. Both were pretty terrible leaders and she didn’t really hold one above the other. To her, Rory was the puppeteer and Azrael played the puppet. One wrong move and strings would be cut off, leaving her to fend for herself. She felt the same way under Takashi’s command but he did not know her secret. No one did. On several occasions she thought about telling someone but it would prove useless to confess now. They would no doubt be furious for knowing that one of their own had been acting as a double agent for well over a year. Yeah, she couldn’t exactly see everyone jumping for joy. Maybe they would spare her though. After all she was under a threat but even that excuse shouted the words expired in her mind. If she had told them earlier they probably would have sympathized but now it was too late. When she finally reached the doorway that lead to the roof, a wave of relief washed over her. The cool morning air certainly had a way of calming her down. The roof was almost like heaven, peaceful and quiet. Not even the sounds below could reach her.
“I hate my life” she thought, peering over the edge of the roof. Now seemed like the perfect time to just end everything but her fear of the great unknown stopped her from doing anything. If there was anything she feared more than getting caught, it was death. It was funny really. Every one knows at one point they’re going to die but some can not accept it as easily as others, people like Azrael who fear that there is nothing but darkness once her eyes shut for the final time. It was a miracle she wasn’t dead yet. Her will to live was probably the reason. After about an hour, Azrael’s eyelids began to feel heavy. Not wanting to fall asleep on the roof, she headed for the door. Pacing down the stairs and through the hallways, she found herself back in her room sitting at her desk. There was a bed shoved against one of the walls but if anyone was to enter her room, she didn’t want to be caught sprawled across the mattress with the blankets in a mess. She remembered yelling at a recruit for not knocking loud enough and remaining in her room until she woke up. At the time, her hair had been a wreck, it stuck up in odd places and a small amount of drool trailed down her mouth. She recalled the recruit letting out a small laugh but he had not been laughing when he left.
Lowering her head on the wooden desk, the girl shut her eyes and allowed the darkness to sweep her away. What should have been a five hour nap turned in to nothing more than a ten minute toss n turn. It was hard sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. Although she was tired as ********, her mind refused to shut down. It was whirling with thoughts and the occasional memory of her past. Things had been pretty crazy for Azrael. She had been switched at birth with a young girl named Amelia. “I wonder how she’s doing” she muttered. For seventeen years she was raised under two politicians who really didn’t care about anything other than power. When she came face to face with her real parents, they were more than happy to give their daughter all the freedom she wanted. It was partially their fault for being so liberal, maybe if they been a little stricter, the girl wouldn’t be roaming the town at night, would learn to forget about the gang members that once excited her. Now that she was actually ‘living the life’, nothing seemed to be right. It had been a long time since she had made any attempt to contact her parents. For all she knew they were probably gone, not gone gone but moved away gone. Letting out a sigh, Azrael tried to fall back asleep but failed after yet another ten minutes worth of tossing and turning. Out of frustration, she pounded her fists against the desk until they started to throb. Well that didn’t help.
( Azrael Cillian Faust )
______________________________ ✩ ◞* THE ◞* TRAITOR ◞*
