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Chapter Two: Falling Fire

Michael Pushed and Shoved along with the other kids as they all hurried to get out of the boring classroom. Lunch had begun and you had to grab you seat fast other wise you were stuck wondering along the tables for a stray seat that someone was nice enough to give up to you. But for her she just couldn't wait tell after lunch, her favorite class was coming up and who wouldn't guess that it would wasn't art class.

Before she could head to the lunch room like everyone else she went to her locker where she dumped everything in her locker. All she needed for her last class was her sketchbook and she never went anywhere with out that so no problem with that. She closed her locker and carried her sketchbook with her lunch money in her pocket, heading toward the lunch room. She took her usual seat at the end of the gothic/emo table where her friend Black sat and set her sketchbook down.

She opened the book to the page of the angel engulfed in flames. The angel's one wing was black and the other was white showing how non-angel he was and how non-demon he was too. She began to draw his facial features and hair. When she had sketched in some of his hair and looked at it to see if it looked right she realized with shock that the half angel/ half demon looked like the new student, Fall. Counting back as she flipped through her book to see the other pictures of him, she realized with shock again that this was her 8th time drawing him. She had drawn the same guy 8 times in a row!

Suddenly whispers rose in the cafeteria and when she looked up she saw why. Fall, the new student had finally walked into the lunch room. She noticed unsurprised that all the girls were already flirting with him but he seemed not to notice them, he just kept walking, walking past them like if they were just people in the hallways that were in his way. She found it funny the way they stared after him disgusted at how he had just treated them like they were suppose to be treated with honor and respect like they were queens or something. Her smiled disappeared though when she saw him walking toward her table. She looked at the only empty seat in front of her, her eyes getting big. He was going to see her pictures of him. She stood up, thinking that she could just continue to draw in the library she wasn't going to eat today anyway.

But when she stood up she was almost immediately pushed to the ground. She fell forward on her hands and face as her sketchbook skidded across the lunch room floor. As she looked up hurriedly trying to see where it had gone, not liking the idea of someone getting there hands on it or worse, it having landed in a mess of some kind. That would just kill her. But when she found it she was paralyzed in horror, her sketchbook lying at Fall's feet.

She didn't hear the laughter of the other kids, all she heard was her own heartbeat thumbing against her chest as she watched Fall pick up the sketchbook. The color in his face seem to drain like someone had turned on a sink drain flushing all the color out of his face making him seem more unreal with his strange eyes. He looked down at her, angry and fear overpowering the soft color that had sat there when he had looked at her before.

Next thing she knew is that her arm was being grabbed and she was up and out of the cafeteria, being dragged into a deserted hallway. It took her a while to fine her voice but when she found it she regained control of her body too. "Let go of me!" She cried yanking her arm, trying to break his grip. It didn't work and he still dragged her further into the deserted hallway. Abruptly they stopped walking and he let go of her arm. She immediately tried to get her sketchbook out of his hands but he just moved it above her head out of her reach. Did anyone mention that he was like 6 feet tall! Why did he have to be so tall!

Eventually he batted her hands away before shoving the sketchbook in her face so that she was staring at the flaming angel/demon.

"Why did you draw me like this?!" He exclaimed at her. She looked at him then at the picture. It was ungodly how closely the picture looked to him. She had even gotten the sharp angle of his eyes right. "Hey! I am asking you a question." He exclaimed again making her snap out of her wonderment. She glared at him then.

"Don't yell at me! I didn't know you when I drew this so how can I have possibly drawn you!" She cried back at him. He seemed to consider this while she added, "So please just give my sketchbook back." She cried angrily that he had randomly just started yelling at her for no good reason. She leaped for her sketchbook, Fall just moving it higher out of her reach every time she leaped.

"Exactly right you are. We don't know each other so how in the world can you have possibly drawn me…but then you did. So…why draw someone you don't know?" He said his voice loud now but not yelling at her.

She made a face at him getting angrier at him. She didn't know what to tell the guy. She couldn't tell him that he was in her dreams or that she drew him constantly, the 8 pictures in that sketchbook there were proof though he hadn't seen them. Suddenly the guy's face went more white and paler than it was already and she seriously thought that if he went any whiter he was going to have spray paint himself tan to

get himself a color back.

"You have more pictures of me?!" He exclaimed as he started flipping through he sketchbook her mind screaming no as he did that. She had written poems in there beside the pictures. She didn't want someone like him to see this. She tried to get the sketchbook back again but failed. "Hey don't go through things that aren't yours!" She yelled at him. The guy suddenly turned toward her, having turned around to block her prying hands, his face not angry but questionable. "Who are you?" He asked suspiciously. She glared at him folding her arms

wondering why he was asking that now.

"Who are you?" she asked back trying to hold her glare on him. She failed and gave into his question after he didn't answer her question his purple piercing eyes staring at her making holes in her skin.

"I'm a girl trying to get her sketchbook back from a b*****d." The guy glowered at her as she said that.

"Why did you draw me in flames with wings?" He asked becoming serious. She groaned in frustration.

"I don't know you. I don't know why I drew you. I don't even know who you are." She said shrugging defensively. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Do you really think that I have wings or that I can control fire?" He asked her randomly. She looked at him confused. 'Was he mental? Angels and fire-controlling-people don't exist!' She thought. Color seemed to enter his cheeks again but he still looked pale. 'Was he naturally pale?'

"No!...Why are you asking me such a weird question?" She asked. The guy shook his head as he dropped the sketchbook on the floor. "Whatever." He mumbled as he turned, walking away. She stared at him in disbelief as she picked up her sketchbook. She began to get mad at him. What right did he have to critizes what she drew?! She hadn't drawn him…well not on purpose. She had drawn a guy with wings that could control fire name…FRED! She ripped the drawing out of her sketchbook and crumbled it into a ball. She then threw it at him hitting the back of his head as she shouted angrily, "His name is FRED!"

She immediately took it back as she saw him turn around his eyes hard and cold as ice. "Oh crap." She said and thought now afraid as he stormed toward her. She tried to run but he grabbed her by her neck, shoving her into the lockers. She started freaking out when his hand was starting to flame into orange fire and she knew it wasn't from the sudden lack of oxygen. She got more freaked out when neither of them cried out in pain. All she felt was heat nothing else.

"That's not my na-" He began to growl but stopped abruptly when someone yelled , "You a*****e."

The flames and heat disappeared immediately as Fall released her. She turned to see who her saver was just as the bell rang. Kids stormed into the hallways as she saw Black hurrying toward her concerned but pissed off. "What do you think you were doing?" She yelled infuriated pushing him more away from her and he slammed into the lockers. She heard a crack but didn't think anything of it as he stormed from the locker to Black but stopped short. He just stared at her disregarding her before turning to look at Michael.

He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders shoving her against the lockers again and leaned close to her face as he breathed out, "You better not squirm." He released her before Black could do anything and stalk away kids moving away terrified of how pissed off he looked.

She let her body go limp against the lockers, leaning against them as she breathed, her hand going to her neck. Why hadn't she gotten burned? More importantly why hadn't Fall gotten burned or how had he controlled the fire to engulf jus this one hand? Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped thinking it was Fall back to damage her more but it was only Black.

"You okay?" She asked worried written on her heavily make-up face. Michael just knobbed in answer, hoping that her face showed the opposite of what she actually felt.

Black knobbed, knowing not to ask more even if she had high doubts. Michael watched as Black picked up the sketchbook that had fallen on the floor. She was about to had it back to her when she noticed what the picture was, who the picture was off.

"You drew him again?!" She exclaimed peering closer at the image on the paper in front of her. Michael signed, the picture that had started it all. She took the sketchbook from Black closing it as she said, "Yeah, there is more of him." She started walking toward here next class just wanting the day to be done with. "I'll show him later." Black followed her in dismay. "Why can't you show me him now?" She asked. Michael didn't know how to answer. All around her mind there were questions storming about, questions about random things all connecting to Fall and the pictures and dreams she had. How could this guy exist? Ow does he have …powers? And how did she guess them right?!

"I'm not finished with him yet." She answered truthfully. It was true she wasn't done with the picture and she would still like to finish the picture before she showed it to Black. Black looked at her and said, "Whatever. I need to get to class." She watched her away feeling bad knowing that Black knew that she wasn't really telling the truth.

She shrugged and headed into her class. She couldn't do anything about it now. She could deal with it after school catch her before Black headed off with all her friends. Yeah that is what she could do.

Fall rushed to the bathroom ignoring the kids staring at him, he just glared at them as he disappeared into the bathroom. His right wing was killing him more than the thought that he had just exposed his powers to a mere human. A human he might kill very soon…

He looked under the stalls to make sure he was alone before looking the door and praying his shirt off. He spread his wings, flinching as his cracked wing spread brokenly apart like it was being forced to look deformed. He cursed. Stupid female.

Suddenly his brain started beginning to buzz with power and intensity. He signed. He had known that they would call him soon. "Yes." He said out loud. They could hear him no matter what even if he hadn't thought the word yes they would have answered anyway.

"What are you doing, Anukea? You exposed us to a human!" The voice droned in his head as the buzzing became louder and rang into his ears. "She won't see through me. She thinks I'm a picture come to life." He joked through closed teeth. The buzzing in his head was becoming a serious problem for him. He closed his wings slowly, trying to do something besides talk to himself. His black wing, the cracked broken one hung limp behind his back as he signed in irritation. The voice was still blabbering on making him more mad to the point where he shouted out angrily, "Look what she did to my wing!" he saw himself in the mirror not liking the image. He gritted his teeth together as he put his shirt back on.

The voice came back, softer but still firm and in command. His outburst heard but forgotten, "Do your job right…Anukea." It warned him of what he would have to live with if he didn't get this right as the buzzing fade away along with the pain in his shoulder and wing. He frowned. 'He hadn't asked for that.' He thought not liking that they were going to have to give his pain to some unfortunate soul. He could deal with it. It was his pain after all. He whispered a thanks though, while unlocking the door to find one angry teacher glaring at him.

As the last class of the day progressed relief began to wash over Michael. Fall wasn't going to be in her class; her favorite art class that she wished she could have every single day all year long for as long as she had to go to this school. But mid-way through the class when everyone was painting on the canvases the fruit display placed in the middle of the room, she almost choked on her own salvia when she saw chestnut brown hair flash outside the classroom door window.

She actually did choke on her own salvia when she noticed the purple eyes with the chestnut head. While choking she accidentally knocked over the paint cups she had placed on a stool next to her. She cursed the gods in her mind as she ignored the laughter, picking up the cups frowning at the spilled paint and her now messy apron.

"Would someone please help clean up that mess." said waving her hands in the air and explaining more of the different styles of brush strokes. She guessed that the Fall had already been introduced to her and she had sent him on his way.

Michael mumbled a thanks as she saw hands beginning to wipe up the paint that had fallen on the floor. She couldn't think of him now. No, look what he had caused her to do. She certainly must stop thinking of him. Her brain kept going on as she stood up with her two paint cups and paint-drenched paper towels. She saw who had helped her and saw that it was him. She was so shocked that it was him and so afraid (how wouldn't be) that he might trying choking her again that she started backing up, trying to get away from him. It was a bad idea though since she tripped on her own to feet, falling backwards, the paint cups in her hands spilling the remaining paint all over her. Everyone burst out laughing again, louder this time and Black came to her rescue throwing the cups aside as she helped me up, slipping and sliding on the now, newly paint covered floor.

frowned at us. "Someone clean that mess up!" She yelled at everyone. So students, the goodie-goodies started to do it as the teacher pointed her finger at us and almost growled out, "Michael for everyone's sack go clean up!" Black gave Fall a dirty look as she pulled me out of the class and rushed Michael to the girl's bathroom.

As they got into the bathroom Michael took off her apron and to her dismay saw that the paint had gone through to her shirt. Black gave her a sorry look as she pointed to my head, pushing me closer to the mirror, "It's in your hair, look." She was right of course. White and red streaks covers random parts of her hair and her hair looked like a clown's suit mishap.

Michael made a face as she touched her hair the wet paint coming on her fingers, "I can't go out like this!" She cried out turning to face Black. She couldn't go out like this in the hall, she was a nobody anyway and she didn't want to make it worse and give herself an actually nickname and face. People would never let her live it down, never. And she had to walk home, she didn't own a car. She was too poor to own one.

Black immediately began tugging on her shirt, "Take it off." Michael gave her a confused looking thinking something else but was corrected, "So that I can wash it while you try to get that stuff out of your hair." She immediately then pulled her shirt off shivering at the cold air and going to the other sink as Black began to wash her shirt. She began to wash her hair dunking her head under the faucet and letting the water run as she moved her hands throw her horrible mess.

They washed until they heard the bell ring for dismissal. Michael flipped her head up and cried out in disbelief. "Black! I look like someone had turned my hair into wet cotton candy!" It was true too. Her hair color was the dull auburn brown but a dark hot pink. The paint hadn't come out at all but washed into her hair and mixed making this horrible color. She looked at her shirt that Black was holding out to her. Everything had gone out except the red. She signed as she put the wet shirt on and shivered at the cold touch of the wet spots as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. Small strands of pink hair hung limply by her face and she looked like a too old kid dressing up that had gone horribly wrong.

"Michael…I have to go." Black said sorrily looking at me as she inched toward the door. She turned to Black. Why had she freaked out that way? He was just a guy right?...Yeah a guy that had tried to strangle her moments ago. She thought sarcastically as she said goodbye to Black, watching her only friend run out the door like a kid having just got permission to go to the mall with 200 dollars in his pocket.

She waited a while before snailing toward the door and peeking out to see if anyone was out there. No one was out there. She signed in slight relief as she walked out her heart hammering in her flat chest. It scared her to think that someone could just jump out from one of the doors or hallways and see her, snap a picture and voila! She would be tomorrow's next big laugh. As she looked around, it was like the school was abandon, like it had done something terribly wrong and now it was just waiting for someone to come and find it. It was weird.

She spotted the front doors, feeling her heart beginning to pump blood to her veins, her breath catching every few minutes. If someone was out there she would just die. She stopped in front of the door and breathed. She had to calm done. She knew for a fact that there were people out there. There always is. She knew where they were too. The jocks on the fields or at the expensive, parent bought cars. The nerds in the library, the cheerleaders in the gym, the emos and scenes out on the front steps or in the circle, and the drugies/potheads also in the circle where of course they would do the oblivious.

She breathed once more. She was going to have to go out there sooner or later. She had her job to still go to no matter how she looked. She still had to take care of her two little siblings and she had to go out there! She cracked the door open, pushing it further as she stepped out to face her own high school doom of humiliation.

Fall waited by the front doors. He was angry, pissed off that he waiting for someone that had caused him so much pain. Well so much trouble, he couldn't feel his pain and he wondered, frustrated, who was suffering for that.

He could have been gone already, gone and be doing his mission that he was sent here to do. But no, he had to feel guilty at how this stupid girl had to have fallen in the paint and walk home. He had heard her friend's thought as she had raced onto the bus: 'Is she going to be okay walking home like that?'

He didn't even know that he'd grown up to be that scary, so scary to make someone fall over themselves. He didn't think he looked that scary, but then again everyone thinks they look unfrightening. Who would want to look like that anyway? A person came to his mind immediately and he shook his head to get the thought away. He looked at the oddly dressed kids sitting on the steps. They weren't paying attention to him but just laughing and joking with each other. He wondered what the high school cliché they would be in.

He looked down as he thought to himself. He wasn't full demon yet but everyone here thinks he looks like a trouble maker. Did he really look like a guy that would cause trouble; did he have that kind of look? It was in his blood, people would say if he caused trouble when he was back home, but here they knew nothing. He wondered if this was a good thing. All the girls see the angel blood in him, well most of them, that's a good thing. He was looking for a girl.

The only annoying part of his angel's blood and his new fondly girls, is that they stalked him. It was an annoying thing he knew he was going to have to live with while he was here. It just scared him a little when they swarmed around him like bees ready to strike at any moment; maybe it was a human thing. Yes a human thing, a human thing that scared the crap out of him.

Suddenly he heard the breathing of someone else than the group sitting on the steps near him. He also heard the fast heartbeat and he wondered if this person had been running. He guessed it was the girl; she did have a rather fast heart beat. He wondered if it was normal.

He walked toward the door pulling it open, right when it opened and she stepped out. He watched as her eyes got big as doe eyes. Her heartbeat actually got quicker to his amusement and he smirked. He caught her thoughts as his eyes trailed up to her cotton candy darkened damp, pink hair. 'Great, now he is just going to make fun of me! Or he was he just going to-' He looked down at her, surprised that she had just thought what she had. "I am not going to-"She cut him off her eyes narrowing in angry, "Would you move I actually have to be somewhere unlike you." She glared at him and he just laughed. He was caught of guard with her new angry for him. All he had seen was the timid side of her. Guess there were two sides now. Good thing for him or she would have caught him exposing himself again. He really should stop doing that.

He looked back at her, her glare was more like a plead than a command and he smiled sweetly at her. 'What is he laughing at? Jerk!" He stopped smiling when he heard that looking down at her, liking that he was so much taller than her short height. "I am not a jerk. I am not the one who broke someone's wi-"Suddenly buzzing pain entered his head and he had to lock his jaw or else he would have made a sound or surprise and pain. She caught his weird behavior in her mind, it going off in questions. It didn't help the pain that was raising in his head. It went away after he argued, yelling in his head, 'I have it under control!' The bussing faded leaving him with a headache.

He shock his head before asking irritated once again, "Never mind, I just want to know if you need a ride home or not?" His words came out forcefully, not how he wanted it to come out. He slapped himself mentally. If he continued to act like this then he will surely never find the sacrifice that is suppose to save them all. He would be known surely of "the jerk" for all girls to steer clear of him. She didn't answer him so he just let the door go and walked away, his offer…he had no idea.

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