Wind roared in my ears as the ground approaches quickly beneath me. Oh my god.. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. This was it. I was going to die

And just as I thought my body was going to turn into a suicidal work of splatter art, a small sharp pain laces throughout my entire back, the sound of fabric ripping faintly reaches my ears and I felt myself rose steadily into the air.

I told you to trust me. The voice inside my head chuckles a little. Because I prefer not to die as well.

Slowly, I open my eyes to the blur of scenery below me. I glance over and saw black feathered wings moving in perfect sync. I barely even knew that I was moving them as if this was a natural feeling for me. Like I've done this thousands of times.

I let out a strangled laugh, feeling better than I had in weeks, perhaps months. I felt so free. Even though it was night time, I could see everything like it was still day time. Every tree was sharp, clear and bright green as I pass over them.

Oh my God this feels so right. So...

Perfect.. The voice finishes for me. I smiles as I angle my wings downward so I drifted a little bit closer to the tops of the trees.

You know, I thought to myself after finding a small clearing to land in. You're not so bad to be- I hit the ground so hard that I felt my teeth rattle a bit as I try to regain my balance.

Okay, the voice grumbles as I brush dirt off of my already ripped clothes. I can't blame you for having such a shitty landing because we've been locked inside of your head for too long.

The others won't be able to find me right? I ask it, glaring at the sky with such hatred. They all were a bunch of liars, including Phil. The voice chuckles inside if my head, distracting me from my angered thoughts.

Dear heavens no. Not even Jack can keep up with speed like yours. They're just a bunch of lesaers.

Um... English? I suggest to him as I pull my wings tightly behind my back.

Lesaers, it explains as I sit down with my back pressed up against the trunk of a tree. Are basically a bunch of useless angels. Some have powers-weak powers but still powers. Some do not. But they all rely heavily on weapons that either they make or that humans make. Pretty useless if you ask me.

Okay... but doesn't that mean I'm one of them as well.

Good God no! It says quickly as if I offended it. You're a psar de tamiao.

Patty de whoa? I ask lazily, not bothering to try and pronounce it correctly. The voice sighs.

It means that you're an Angel Of Death, Mark.

I just want to take the time and apologize for the very slow story updates. A lot of awful things are going on... but it's not going to stop me from writing every chance I get.

Most importantly, I want to take the time to thank you all for sticking with me through these rough and depressing times. Waking up and seeing comments on my profile like bluebuttercornflakes and comments in my stories of everyone joking around or being supportive, it just gives me huge motivation and hope to get up and get through another day. I just wish I could hug all of you and say thank you. Thank you all for sticking with me even in my lowest of times. Words can not describe how surprised, humbled and grateful for followers like you all. :)

Love you guys so much!

Until the next chapter,

»Kat«