‘The Evil Angel!’ is a continuation of ‘One of those days‘ , which was an earlier Tipsy Lit prompt about Billy who saw two Angels beat a man up. Changing over what was good to evil or vice versa.
The Evil Angel!
Years have gone by in this tiny padded cell. Day after day they forced those pills on me. I knew they wanted to keep me calm and it was nice to not feel my head spin so franticly. The wings have gradually have been growing back and are now big enough to help me glide through the air. Yeah 10, 20 or 30 years I cannot quite remember, I do remember however hearing my sister has been ill with something untreatable.
Nothing is untreatable here. We are angels, are we not? They said I was evil for saying I saw Angels beat a man up. “Angels are good”. They kept repeating it, sigh, I will show them how good an angel truly is. By playing along I had my straight jacket removed and was able to steal a piece of chalk. Ooh I am evil. I grin as I spit out my pills for that night. I know the cure one they do not want to speak of.
With some quick rips I hit the wooden board through the padding and started chalking. The scratching of the chalk as the circle and lines were drawn the thumps and breaking a piece on a crack between two boards. Bend lines and antenna like extensions created what look like some bubbles connected by a five pointed star. Drops of blood like red rubies fall to the floor after my teeth sank into my wrist, splashing apart in black ash when they hit the floor. Taking a big risk as I do not know where I will end up with this teleportation spell.
A whirl wind has the ash flying and is following the lines drawn, leaving behind a red glow. When the last inches were drawn I was blinded by the light. When I opened my eyes I was falling through the air towards what looks like an orange and red surface. I spread my wings and feel them braking my fall and have me start gliding down. The scorching heat burning the tips of my feathers, I scream in agony. In my head I was just repeating the same sentence over and over. It is for my sister. It is for my sister bear with it. Feeling my feet touch the ground I felt the burning sensation blacking me out.
Opening my eyes I find myself again somewhere else. It is all white and I am in a bed hands and feet wrapped in bandages. How did I get here? I cannot remember much what happened after that. It is all a blur of a conversation about good and evil. Sitting up in the bed has me feel something roll down from my shoulder to my chest. A glance down has me looking at a small tear like piece of glass, in it a black liquid and all of it feels hot to the touch.
‘It is all for your sister. She is right there next to you’ A dark low voice was saying making my head thumb with pain. Rolling my eyes to the side I see her laying there motionless. My dearest sister who had to bear having an ‘evil’ brother. With a tug on the cord the tip of the drop came off letting me pour the drop of black onto her lips. As if alive it founds itself into her mouth.
Alarms started ringing of the machine beside her bed. I need to get out of here, A glimpse of myself in a passing mirror and reflection of the window before, I shattered it showed a man covered in burns and open wounds excreting what looks like black dust. Eyes burning a bright fire I look back up to the windows I jumped out off.
“I may never see you again sis but it was all worth it, live a long and happy life.” I open my wings and fly into the dark night on my new leather wings.
This is brought to you by this weeks Tipsy Lit prompt. Where one had to take a big risk. For some reason this story came back up after I had the idea about a sick sister and I just continued on that. Hope you enjoyed this short story. Leave a thought or anything. I am happy with everything you think, good or bad. Sorry i could not keep it under 500, NOT. For some reason it got 666 words. Go figure. Want to know more about this or other prompts? You can click here.