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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Nov 17, 2009 6:02:43 GMT -4
Fucking Demons.
That was pretty much Janaya's only thought as she hobbled, in the rain, towards her car. Fucking Demons. Fucking Demons and their fucking knives. Her right hand was pressed to her left side where her latest game had managed to skewer her. She was pretty sure it had missed any important organs, but that didn't stop it from hurting like hell. And it was bleeding. A lot. As most knife wounds did. And she knew that if she didn't stop the bleeding soon, she would most definitely bleed to death. Fucking Demons.
On top of being completely drenched by rain with a knife wound in her side, Janaya was also in the middle of fucking no where. For some reason the demon she had been chasing decided to lead her out into the center of 'why the hell would anyone even make a road here' and try to kill her with no witnesses. Even with the knife wound she had still managed to exorcise his stupid ass. Unfortunately the host didn't survive, but Janaya had long since come to terms with the fact that she couldn't save everyone.
Hissing loudly in pain as she opened her driver's side door, Janaya collapsed into the drivers seat. She reached out to close the door again, but realised that would involve moving both her legs, which had decided to stop working now that she was sitting down, and her arm, which was much too far away from the door to not tear her apart if she tried to stretch that far. So, continuing to be soaked was the only option. Was it even supposed to be able to rain this close to a desert? Janaya wasn't sure, but she didn't think so. It was probably just God fucking with her. He seemed to do that a lot.
Janaya clenched her eyes shut as she reached across to the glove compartment and could no longer suppress a loud cry of pain as she tried to curl her fingers into the latch to get it open. She was thankful both for the rain and for the lack of witnesses because if anyone saw her crying this much she would probably just let herself die. Finally, after much yelling and swearing she managed to get it open, only to find that her emergency first aid supplies were not in there. She stared at the empty glove compartment for several moments before screaming as loud as she could in frustration.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" she yelled, her head turned up towards the ceiling of her car. Just because she couldn't see God didn't mean he didn't know she was talking to him. He knew everything supposedly. "What the fuck did I ever do to you?"
Desperate, Janaya ripped off the bottom of her shirt and tied it tightly around her stomach. The shirt quickly soaked up the blood that was persisting from the wound, and Janaya put her hand back over it, pressing firmly to help the fabric staunch the flow. She moved herself into the best sitting position she could, a difficult feat considering her legs had decided to give up completely. Probably the blood loss or something stupid like that. It hurt so much. The more she tried to ignore it, the more persistant the pain became until Janaya was leaning forward, her forehead pressed hard against the staring wheel, her teeth clenched, and sobs of pain racked her body.
"Fuck you, God," she whispered. If he was up there like she had once believed with her entire being, then it seemed he had stopped caring. If indeed he ever had. "Fuck you."
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Post by Micah on Apr 27, 2010 0:32:40 GMT -4
Micah had a knack for finding people when they were at their lowest moments or when they simply needed a bit of guidance. It made sense really considering what he was...what his job was in the long run. The fact that he could help others was part of the job discreption even now a days when it seemed as if the whole world could use a bit of a helping hand. Half of the time Micah wasn't exactly aware of how he got to places it was simply a pull towards some place that he was needed.
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
Apprently he was needed.
"What the fuck did I ever do to you?"
Extremley so.
Micah was drenched within seconds as he stood at the back of the car before him. He wasn't entirely certain who the girl in teh car was or how she had come here or what she had done; no that all came with time but for now he new she was hurt both physically, emotionally and spiritually and if she would allow him he could help her with all of the above. For the moment he would be pleased if she allowed him to help her not bleed to death.
In the blink of an eye Micah was standing next to the drivers side window his crystal blue eyes staring into the girl in the car who's head was leaning against the steering wheel. He allowed his knuckles to gently tap against the galss in order to get her attention.
"Fuck you, God. Fuck you."
Very much needed.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Apr 27, 2010 2:09:17 GMT -4
Janaya jumped a mile out of her skin when she heard someone knock on the window of her car. Which actually hurt like a bitch considering the strain it put her wound under. Automatically, she grabbed her shot gun from the passenger seat and pointed it at the man. He seemed pretty normal, and for a moment she considered putting the gun down, but then her mind cleared and she realised a strange man was standing in the middle of nowhere, knocking on her car window. That was definitely not normal.
She slowly peeled her hand away from her wound and turned the keys in the ignition, allowing her to wind the window down. As soon as the rain began to hit her face, she pointed the gun further out the window and put her foot on the gas pedal. Just in case.
"Who are you? What do you want? And why shouldn't I shoot you?" she asked, wincing as she pressed her hand back into her wound. "You've got thirty seconds. Talk quickly."
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Post by Micah on Apr 28, 2010 10:28:38 GMT -4
Micah grimaced slightly as he watched the girl within the car nearly jump out of her skin in response to his knock on her window; he had hoped for a less then strateling entrance...he had apprently failed in regards to that. That notion was cemented even further as he quickly noted the shot gun the girl held within her grasp. Micah raised his hands in an act of surrender and took the smallest step back. It wasn't for his own safety as a shot from the girls gun would no doubt sting slightly it would do nothing in regards to killing him.
"Who are you? What do you want? And why shouldn't I shoot you? You've got thirty seconds. Talk quickly."
That was a rather easy and straight forward list of questions and as Micah squinted through the rain back at the girl he figured he owed her answers; answers which would hopefully ease her worries so that perhaps he could stop her from bleeding out in the seat of her car.
Glancing at the watch on his wrist Micah glanced back at the girl.
"Micah, to help you, and because this is a rather nice shirt," he explained with a faint smile.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Apr 28, 2010 14:51:43 GMT -4
Janaya noted the slight step back, and the hands raised in surrender. It didn't tell her much about the strange man, but at least she could assume he wasn't overly evil. Most evil things would have at least tried to take the gun from her by now... or maybe he was just really smart evil and was waiting for a better opportunity.
"Micah, to help you, and because this is a rather nice shirt,"
If she had been in a better condition, she might have laughed. Although, things being as they had been for the last few years, she was pretty sure she'd forgotten how anyway.
While Janaya's natural instinct was to remain suspicious. Trust no one. And definitely not let a strange man who appeared out of no where into her car, she also wasn't stupid. She knew she needed help, desperately, having glost so much blood by this point that she wasn't strong enough to hold her gun and it tumbled down the side of her car.
Figuring it was now useless to be cautious as she had no other weapons on hand to help her if he turned out to be dangerous, and considering the fact that she was probably on the brink of death anyway, Janaya pushed the car door open as wide as she could manage.
"Okay then," she said, voice laced with pain. "Get helping."
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Post by Micah on Apr 28, 2010 20:55:35 GMT -4
Micah flinched slightly on behalf of the girl as her weapon tumbled from her grasp. She was rather lucky he wasn't a demon or a poor excuse for a human male; if he had been she would have been in even worse shape no doubt.
Micah smiled and lowered his hands as the girl pushed open the door to her car. the smile was short lived though as he caught sight of the rather nasty wound the young lady was sporting as well as the massive amounts of blood she had lost.
"Okay then. Get helping."
For a moment Micah was frozen going through several different situations in his mind. Usually it was best for humans not to know of them to go about believing in what they wished and then when judgment came they would need to be at peace with their choices. But this girl she was too far gone for a simple stitch and push along. She had lost far too much blood and the wound was rather grave and Micah knew that a more direct course of action would be needed.
Kneeling in front of the girl Micah inspected the wound his eyebrows creased with concern.
"What is your name?...You after all already have mine," Micah asked hoping to keep the girls attention held elsewhere.
What he was about to do was severely frowned upon but he wouldn't let her die; he was a guardian angel after all and even if she was not his to guard he would take the job pro-bono. He had yet to touch the girl but when he did it would no doubt change the world for the both of them.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Apr 29, 2010 3:40:36 GMT -4
I should get kevlar, Janaya thought to herself, figuring if she wore something like that, even just a thin layer of it, she could greatly reduce the number of times she'd need to be rescued by miracle weirdos in the desert.
"What is your name?...You after all already have mine,"
Janaya frowned, staring at the man infront of her. Becaust that was something important that needed to be discussed right that minute. She didn't understand why he didn't just go about stictches or whatever it was he planned to do to stop her blood from leaking... but he did have a point, she supposed, she did have his name.
"J-Janaya," she said, her frown deepening at herself as she discovered she was having difficulty speaking. The edges of her vision wre going black and there was something wrong with where she had been stabbed.
"I c-can't f-f-feel it," she said, attempting to convey the problem she was having. "My s-side... it's g-gone n-n-umb."
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Post by Micah on Apr 29, 2010 7:36:08 GMT -4
Micah's eyes continued to search the wound as he did his best at keeping the girls attention focused elsewhere; though it could prove rather difficult since people rarley tend to make a habbit of forgetting they were dying no matter how alluring the company was.
"J-Janaya."
"That's a rather lovely name now what..."
Micah's words trailed off as he noted the frown that had crossed the girls face. frowning while dying was also a rather bad sign. Micah stared up at the dark sky and the unforgiving rain and looked for guidance which he knew he wouldn't be given. These days there were far more pressing matters to tend to the guardian angels...untilt hey did something they weren't supposed to do of course.
"I c-can't f-f-feel it, my s-side... it's g-gone n-n-umb."
Micah's eyes immediately snapped back to the girl in front of him. That was most definetly not a good sign. She was going to die; any moment the Angel of Death would come for her and that would be that as his brother did not give up a charge lightly.
"Forgive me," Micah whispered his eyes blinking to the sky once more before he tore them down to the girl's wound.
"Just so you are aware...you never did anything to God," Micah whispered his blue eyes locking with the girls for a moment before he peeled away the mangaled pieces of clothing which were semi drapped across the wound and he laid his hands upon the girl. His eyes slipped shut and a low barely audible prayer fell from his lips and a handful of seconds ticked by before a brilliant bright light filled the inside of the car. A light which steemed from where his hands touched upon the girls skin.
Several more seconds passed the power within the car pulsating before every window in the vehicle shattered and the light flashed out. The absence of the light was followed by a loud clap of thunder which caused Micah's eyes to snap open and stare down at the perfectly intake skin beneath his hands. Pulling his hands away and pulling himself back to his feet Micah cleaned off the blood from the girl on to his jeans.
"No everything is fine; must have been the blood of another...nothing is the matter I assure you," Micah explained with a forced smile.
He detested lying; it was the tricks of his brother Lucifer.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Apr 29, 2010 8:15:26 GMT -4
Janaya was beginning to panic. The numbness was spreading quickly and in what felt both like no time at all and an eternity, she had lost the feeling in both legs and was quickly losing it in her torso. Her vision was almost entirely black and she really hoped it was just because she was closing her eyes.
She was going to die. She was going to bleed out, in her car, while this strange man tried to save her. That was going to suck for him... Having people die on you was not a good feeling, she knew that too well... And just because she had fuck all to live for, did not mean she was looking forward to death. Janaya had done some stupid things in her life time... she was bound to pay for them when she got to the otherside.
"Just so you are aware...you never did anything to God,"
Janaya managed to meet the man's eyes before being blinded by an intensely bright light. Even when she closed her eyes, she could still see it. Bright and hot and... comforting.
And then it was gone.
Opening her eyes, Janaya stared at Micah, then down to where her wound was... or rather had been. There was nothing there anymore, just mended flesh. She wriggled her toes and noted complete feeling in both legs... she prodded where she'd been stabbed and felt nothing but the faint pressure of her finger tips. She was completely healed.
"What did you - ?"
"No everything is fine; must have been the blood of another...nothing is the matter I assure you,"
Janaya gave him a look, but decided not to bother dignifying that lie with a response. He should know that she wasn't about to forget being stabbed, and nearly dying. Not easily forgettable experiences.
She looked the stranger over, trying to figure out what he could possibly be. He was most certainly not human... no matter how gifted a person was, NO ONE could do that. But what had he done? Bright light... healing... that comment about God...
Oh no. No. Fucking. Way.
"No," Janaya said, shaking her head and shifting herself back until she was semi-crouched in the passenger seat. As far away from Micah as she could. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no."
How many no's was she up to? And how many would it take to make it all unreal?
"You're a fucking angel, aren't you?" she asked, scolding herself automatically for her language. If she was right, he probably wouldn't appreciate it. "A real life, honest to God, harp playing, wing fluttering angel?"
She watched him closely as she felt at her side. He had healed her. An angel. An angel had healed her. "Well, shit."
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Post by Micah on Apr 29, 2010 23:30:55 GMT -4
Micah avoided Janaya's gaze as she looked back at her once teh absence of pain had dawned upon her. This woul be about the time where any sane human would notice the complete lack of deadly wound; thus being the time that Micah would need to be heading on his way.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no."
Micah frowned slightly as the girl pushed herself away from him. He hardley saw the need for such actions; especially considering that he had just save dher life. If he had meant her harm he wouldn't have healed her before killing her. Death was messy and more times then not people did not getting their hands dirty.
"You're a fucking angel, aren't you? A real life, honest to God, harp playing, wing fluttering angel?"
They weren't exactly the words Micah would have used to discribe himself but he figured that if the shoe fit there was really no use in lying to Janaya.
"Angel...the type isn't really needed," Micah explained his eyes scanning the world around them. Even though they were very much alone Micah couldn't help but feel as if a million eyes were on them in that very moment.
"And my harp playing is rubbish and our wings hardley flutter," Micah explained hsi eyes still on the girl as she examined him just as closely.
"But since you seem to be healed I'll be on my way," Micah explained with a small smile as he took several steps away from Janaya and then turned and headed back into the rain. He didn't want to walk away from her but he had to if not then things would be drastically different...not that running into a guardian angel on teh side of the road was soemthing you did every day.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Apr 29, 2010 23:49:44 GMT -4
"Angel...the type isn't really needed,"
Janaya had half expected him to deny it... of course by now they were certainly past that point. There was nothing else he could be. Nothing else had that kind of power.
"And my harp playing is rubbish and our wings hardley flutter,"
The hunter put a hand to her forehead and relaxed into the seat. An actual angel. She'd known they existed of course. They had to. If demons existed, there had to be heavenly counterparts to balance it out. Why an angel was suddenly chatting to her was a bit harder to grasp though.
"But since you seem to be healed I'll be on my way,"
"Oh no you dont," she growled, scrambling out of the car and stumbling after him. She grabbed the angel by the shoulders of his jacket, pulled him back and pushed him against the side of her car, one arm across his chest to try and keep him there. Though realistically and angel would be able to fend her off easily.
"Why," she said, looking at him with wide eyes. "Why me? People die of stab wounds all the time. People get killed by demons all the time. Why save me? Why appear out of nowhere, save my life and disappear again?" She pushed harder against him with her arm. "Why?"
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Post by Micah on Aug 1, 2010 22:19:06 GMT -4
Micah had truley expected Janaya to allow him to leave; not because she didn't have questions or that she didn't need answers but he had counted on the shock of nearly dying and being brought back to life to slow her down a bit.
"Oh no you dont.
As Micah felt himself pulled backward and slammed against her car he realized that he had severely underestimated how quickly Janya could heal...both physically and mentally. That would no doubt be something he would need to remember in the future; should either one of them had one which lasted any long period of time.
Micah eyed the girls arm which held him in place against the car and then locked eyes with her once more. She no doubt realized that if he wanted to he could move her but considering all she had been through Micah guessed it served as a security blanket of sorts and allowed her her victories.
"Why? Why me? People die of stab wounds all the time. People get killed by demons all the time. Why save me? Why appear out of nowhere, save my life and disappear again?"
Micah held his silence as the girl rushed him with question after question; every single one that she brought up was very good and Micah wished he had the answers which would calm her soul...sadly he had left those in his other coat pocket.
"Why?"
Micah shifted slightly against the car as the girl continued to press him forcefully into the side of it. If she kept that up she would no doubt dent her vehicle and she already had enough issues with the blood and the lack of windows. In the blink of an eye Micah vanished from in front of Janaya and re-appeared behind her as he brushed at the wrinkles in the front of his shirt.
"Why not you? You are a child of God just like an other" Micah explained addressing her first question though he knew she would hardly buy his answer.
"And indeed people do die every day...several at a time...by the minute and it is no pretty thought to think upon."
Micah wasn't a fan of death; as a guardian angel he figured he didn't have to be since it took everything that he stood for and went against it to have a person die.
"I don't get to pick where I go I am just sort of pulled to locations and set into specific situations and am allowed to do what I would with the current situation. You were here and I was here and since I wasn't bleeding to death it seemed only fair to share that with you," Micah explained.
"My job is done...hence the exit."
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Sept 25, 2010 19:50:41 GMT -4
"Why not you? You are a child of God just like an other"
Janaya thought she was going to scream. Not out of fear or pain, but out of intense frustration. That wasn't the answer she had wanted... and in truth she didn't know what she had expected him to say. A real reason maybe. A reason why he had saved her when she knew she didn't deserve it. When she knew that it should have been someone else.
"Well where the hell were you when it was Dorian? Dorian who had done nothing wrong. Had only ever served your stupid God. Where were you when that demon killed him? Huh? Where were you when he fucking drowned?!"
She released her grip on the angel as she practically screamed this last, and took several steps back, her body shaking slightly but whether from cold or overwhelming emotion, she wasn't sure. It must have been far too long since she'd had anyone to talk to about anything... that was the only explanation she could find for her outburst. Keeping all her rage and pain bottled up inside for half a decade had clearly not been a good idea.
"I don't get to pick where I go I am just sort of pulled to locations and set into specific situations and am allowed to do what I would with the current situation. You were here and I was here and since I wasn't bleeding to death it seemed only fair to share that with you,"
Janaya opened her mouth to try and thank him. He had after all saved her life. It was normal for someone to thank the person that saved them. It would have been the polite thing to do.
Unfortunately, all of the crap that Janaya had been holding onto for the last five years hadn't finished escaping so instead of "I really appreciate you saving my life," what she really said was;
"Then what is the goddamn point of you?!"
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Post by Micah on Sept 26, 2010 3:56:14 GMT -4
"Well where the hell were you when it was Dorian? Dorian who had done nothing wrong. Had only ever served your stupid God. Where were you when that demon killed him? Huh? Where were you when he fucking drowned?!"
Micah cringed slightly in response to the woman's anger. He had no idea who Dorian was but he could very much tell that he had long since passed to the kingdom of his father.
"Dorian is with my Father if he was as you explained a follower; he is no doubt much better off then you or even I," Micah explained though he was rather certain this bit of knowledge would not be at all helpful...it was the truth just the same. Micah kept his eyes trained upon the girl as she stepped away from him. He was skilled in knowing people and how they felt and he flinched slightly at the emotional pain emitting from the girl. He wasn't certain he had done any good at all in saving her...which was not something he cared to admit.
Micah offered Janaya a slight smile as her eyes found his once more. He could on;y hope she would be well; but his job was now complete...and a bit more and it would no doubt be a very short time before someone took notice of what Micah had been up to.
"Then what is the goddamn point of you?!"
Micah stared back at Janaya his bright blue eyes wide as he found his mouth open with no words to fill it. She brought up a very good point and he wished he had a fantastic answer for her but in truth the point of him was sadly simple and had very little to it.
"To keep humans alive...until it is their time," Micah explained his eyes slipping away from the girl and focusing towards the sky for the briefest of moments.
"I'm sorry about your friend but I am not sorry about you; you were my job."
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Sept 26, 2010 6:52:58 GMT -4
"Dorian is with my Father if he was as you explained a follower; he is no doubt much better off then you or even I,"
Janaya held back a bitter laugh. People always said that. "They're in a better place now." But it was never really a comfort to any one. Even if it was true, they were still gone. And it still hurt.
"To keep humans alive...until it is their time,"
She could hardly believe that at 21, it had been Dorian's time. And being drowned by a water manipulating demon hardly seemed a natural way to go. And then what about Nora? Still missing... who even knows what happened to her. And her mother in that stupid bloody plane crash... Why was it all there time to die? Why them and why not hers?
"I'm sorry about your friend but I am not sorry about you; you were my job."
Janaya stared at Micah for a minute before taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. "You're right, I'm sorry," she said, all trace of the overwhelming emotion she had felt before gone. Pushing it down to the bottom again. Back to the normal Janaya. "Thanks, for saving my life... I owe you one."
Drying her face of tears - a futile act considering the rain that still drenched her - Janaya moved back towards the front seat of her car. It occured to her that an angel was hardly going to call in the favour of a human hunter but it felt right to say it. She owed Micah her life, whether or not he acknowledged it.
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