Vincent's body was glowing red and orange. He looked handsome in that evil sort of way and it looked like he was literally on fire. His eyes were glowings read sockets and his whole body was a ball of fire. Chasity was terrified but intrigued because she never had seen Hell break loose in Heaven. It was just un heard off.
"Calm down," she pleaded but the ball of آگ کے, آگ just grew wilder. Before she knew it, the fireball was traveling down to Earth. "Wait, آپ can't do this Vincent. آپ can't kill for your own selfish needs!" She dashed after him in the human world as everything he came into a 30 mile radius blew into flames. Luckily, there were no humans nearby. "Vincent!" She tried calling while running because she didn't have her wings.
Vincent left her somewhere in the New York in an alley. She was completely lost and she couldn't find Vincent anywhere. She tried searching the whole city for a flaming boy. She was just about to give up when Chasity found him in a building that was burning. He wasn't a ball of fire. Instead he was a whimpering boy with his head in between his legs.
His was obviously crying and she didn't have the دل to confront him. Why should she? Wasn't she the one who got him into this mess int he first place? The last thing Vincent wanted was to be near Chasity. She sat close سے طرف کی him. Her pale silver eyes (perks of being an angel) sparkled. She was one tear away from crying. She closed her eyes but when she opened them she saw the gentle arms of Vincent wrapped around her.
She was 8 when she died but after centuries of maturity she should be the one craddling Vincent. She was too crushed to do anything. He was still crying and now she was too.
Vincent stared at the girl in his arms. She was small even for an 8 سال old. He had let his temper reach a breaking point. Was he sorry? Nope. He reacted the same way any normal person would have done but he was dead now. Plus no normal person would burst into flames when they were mad. "Will I go to hell, Chasity?" He asked. He had unfortunately let his temper get the best of him.
"I hope not," she replied during sniffles. "You are really nice for a dead person." They both let out a nervous chuckle. The building had a window for a دیوار so they was able to see the human sunset.
"You know in Heaven these sunsets are much magnificent." Chasity looked up at him. His were surprisingly stained red. "Why are your eyes red and why do i see color in you?"
Vincent stared down at himself. No doubt he wasn't transparent یا pale. He had color in him now. It was a surprise because he had almost go use to the idea of being a pale ghost. "I'm not sure." He glared at the tan skin before him.
"Oh my gosh!" Chasity jumped up. A gigantic smile appeared on her light tan skin. "Your eyes are silver! You've done it!"
"Done what and how?" Vincent asked. He was shocked but he had a clue as to what she was referring to. "Do آپ mean?"
Chasity was too busy being sucked سے طرف کی a white light to anwser his question. Her whole figure changed. She became taller and prettier. Her hair turned snowy white and she grew . . . WINGS! She looked older and مزید experienced then ever. Vincent admired her new found beauty. She actually done it. She became a true angel.
"But how is that possible?" She questioned. "Did آپ do something?"
"No," Vincent replied.
"I did," a booming voice answered. "Chasity, آپ have made a friend and helped someone come to a relax point. آپ made a difference. When Vincent was upset, آپ helped him and he helped you."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Although, I am not happy with the damages, I still think آپ have earned this also Vincent. Welcome to Heaven," the booming voice continued.
Vincent looked at Chasity and gave her a powerful kiss. They made it.
"Calm down," she pleaded but the ball of آگ کے, آگ just grew wilder. Before she knew it, the fireball was traveling down to Earth. "Wait, آپ can't do this Vincent. آپ can't kill for your own selfish needs!" She dashed after him in the human world as everything he came into a 30 mile radius blew into flames. Luckily, there were no humans nearby. "Vincent!" She tried calling while running because she didn't have her wings.
Vincent left her somewhere in the New York in an alley. She was completely lost and she couldn't find Vincent anywhere. She tried searching the whole city for a flaming boy. She was just about to give up when Chasity found him in a building that was burning. He wasn't a ball of fire. Instead he was a whimpering boy with his head in between his legs.
His was obviously crying and she didn't have the دل to confront him. Why should she? Wasn't she the one who got him into this mess int he first place? The last thing Vincent wanted was to be near Chasity. She sat close سے طرف کی him. Her pale silver eyes (perks of being an angel) sparkled. She was one tear away from crying. She closed her eyes but when she opened them she saw the gentle arms of Vincent wrapped around her.
She was 8 when she died but after centuries of maturity she should be the one craddling Vincent. She was too crushed to do anything. He was still crying and now she was too.
Vincent stared at the girl in his arms. She was small even for an 8 سال old. He had let his temper reach a breaking point. Was he sorry? Nope. He reacted the same way any normal person would have done but he was dead now. Plus no normal person would burst into flames when they were mad. "Will I go to hell, Chasity?" He asked. He had unfortunately let his temper get the best of him.
"I hope not," she replied during sniffles. "You are really nice for a dead person." They both let out a nervous chuckle. The building had a window for a دیوار so they was able to see the human sunset.
"You know in Heaven these sunsets are much magnificent." Chasity looked up at him. His were surprisingly stained red. "Why are your eyes red and why do i see color in you?"
Vincent stared down at himself. No doubt he wasn't transparent یا pale. He had color in him now. It was a surprise because he had almost go use to the idea of being a pale ghost. "I'm not sure." He glared at the tan skin before him.
"Oh my gosh!" Chasity jumped up. A gigantic smile appeared on her light tan skin. "Your eyes are silver! You've done it!"
"Done what and how?" Vincent asked. He was shocked but he had a clue as to what she was referring to. "Do آپ mean?"
Chasity was too busy being sucked سے طرف کی a white light to anwser his question. Her whole figure changed. She became taller and prettier. Her hair turned snowy white and she grew . . . WINGS! She looked older and مزید experienced then ever. Vincent admired her new found beauty. She actually done it. She became a true angel.
"But how is that possible?" She questioned. "Did آپ do something?"
"No," Vincent replied.
"I did," a booming voice answered. "Chasity, آپ have made a friend and helped someone come to a relax point. آپ made a difference. When Vincent was upset, آپ helped him and he helped you."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Although, I am not happy with the damages, I still think آپ have earned this also Vincent. Welcome to Heaven," the booming voice continued.
Vincent looked at Chasity and gave her a powerful kiss. They made it.
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his دل started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his دل started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
I wrote this a while back, for my language arts class. Please don't copy, enjoy!!!:)
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
دکھائیں that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
یا cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
دکھائیں that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
یا cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes آپ feel free, and then drags آپ to the ground
It tells آپ that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes آپ see what آپ want to see
Let’s آپ feel what آپ want to feel
It puts آپ in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at آپ in the face for your mistakes
It can help آپ find love یا heartbreak
In the end reality gives آپ the same outcome
The very outcome آپ tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes آپ feel free, and then drags آپ to the ground
It tells آپ that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes آپ see what آپ want to see
Let’s آپ feel what آپ want to feel
It puts آپ in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at آپ in the face for your mistakes
It can help آپ find love یا heartbreak
In the end reality gives آپ the same outcome
The very outcome آپ tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
