Do it again and ill kill you. Simple as that.

the other one

Flying thought the air as if she had wings in her feet, Cristiene bounded with little ambition for the smaller things in life prefering to fly through the air like a prancing gazelle. Most angles/deamons preferred to stick to the ground wishing animosity over publication. but not Crisitene. she wanted to fly and she wanted everyone to know it.

Cristiene being amazing in anything and everything was not often told to land or yelled at for getting in others ways. they way she flew could only be explained as art. every muscle in her body had been memorized by all the males that went to her school. all envious that she had never taken a male for herself thinking that she is above all of the drama of relationships. having the perfect lips, hips that would make any man jealous, thighs that accentuate her figure, beautiful green eyes that seem to pierce through any and all make of people. the most beautiful white fluffy wings that could at will be turned into a cloak or any other form of clothing.
when she landed the grass layed down to cushion her decent even when they didn't need to knowing full well she would land with little more than the light nuisance at knowing that gravity had returned. as usual the boys from class A-1 were there to try and convince her that she should go out with them to a diner or to watch humans or some other form of perverse entertainment. she might have the body but not the will to do anything of that nature.
Since an angels/deamons wings were controlled with the mind of the user if someone was shocked their wings in whatever form they were supposed to be in could almost to fast for the eye to tell a difference change back from something like clothes to small compact wings on their back. Because of this on school grounds it was not allowed to startle a deamon or angle for any reason. Most of the teachers wore actual clothing for the very reason that if a young deamon or angle got a little agitated at their instructor they could startle them and embarrass them in the middle of class.
Cristiene walking past all of the wooing boys trying to keep her mind on the wonderful flight she had just had didn't notice that some of the older boys were waiting outside her classroom and without a second thought she walked right past them and they trying to be cool and "professional" kept starting down the hall ignoring her completely.
the three older boys that were outside of the room were her older brothers. they were at least three times her size. but also three times her strength. they made sure to look after their little sister knowing full well that some of the other little angels and deamons could get a little rowdy sometimes. the three brothers were almost always around to help Cristiene when she needed it. most of the time she didn't.
it is said that in their family they are most closely related to Gabriel but there is a little demonic blood that seems to have somehow gotten into the family tree. most notably on Anton , The oldest of the three brothers, he was born with a beautiful shade of purple wings that he was able to use almost at birth.
Cristiene seemed to get none of the "cursed" blood as some would call it. even after the Angles and Deamons desegregation act 14 millenia ago there was still some anger felt between the two similar and all together different races.
since Cristiene and her brothers are of "noble blood" they can go to any school they wish. their parents being one of the family's that headed the Angles and Deamons desegregation act insisted that all of their children go to combined schools.

Cristiene finally able to sit down in her desk summoned her materials for school out of her wings. the wings opened up perfectly and displayed a quill and some spare paper she had placed in there earlier.
"HAY! Cristiene! HAY! you all there in the head?", asked Nathan as he walked up from in front of her attempting to not startle her.
"Hi Nathan" she responded with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Nathan takes this as a sign that she wanted to talk instead of getting the hint that she wanted to be left alone continued the conversation.
"I saw you fly in today. How do you fly like that every day and never get tired?" he asked.
"Its simple. I exercise my whole body not just my muscles" she said adding a little hint of sarcasm and venom in hopes that he'd get the hint and buzz off like a good little pixy.
getting the hint "Alright ill talk to you later i still have some things to get to before class starts" he says as he turns and walks over to his bench.
Today of all days she had to be guarded. today was a field trip day. sure field trips are fun. if you have people to go along with you. but Cristiene didn't have many angles she could really call her friend. field trip usually included some group of random males trying to get her to hang out with them sometime. or to "help them out with something" or some odd thing or another.
The teacher finally walking in wearing some odd form of clothing that he didn't seem at all comfortable in wearing. and speaking in his oddly nasally voice for and angle.
"Ok class as you all know we are going on a field trip today to Earth to view how earth people get from one place to another."
The class being full of hopeless idiots roars in happiness thinking that its just a great thing that they get to go to earth for a little while. woo hoo. big deal.
Since her brothers are to old to be in her class she will be going on this field trip alone. with her class but in that sense she is still alone. only able to fly as if goddess herself had imbued her wings.
on the matter of goddess. no one really likes god cause he and Zeus (another god. a different religion but still another god nonetheless) used to play cards with Yahweh and some of the other gods and goddesses. and one night they got a little to rowdy and leveled a couple of city's and ended a civilization or two on earth. since time has little meaning it looks like they were all random events when in actuality its cause god (god god) was to busy throwing a fit cause he was losing at cards. and Zeus in retaliation was throwing thunder bolts at god and god being god just deflected them and instead of canceling them out they struck earth all at different times and in different ages.
Goddess in her need to cover for her clumsy husband did everything she could to help the waining humans who in their plight prayed to all the gods that had ever existed giving all of the god near unlimited power. In her wisdom she was able to get almost all of the gods and goddesses to help with the reforming of the failing earth.
Needless to say. angels and deamons don't like god much. hes a stupid drunk.

As the predominately angle class walked to the courtyard of the school where some of the stronger more holy and demonically attuned were in a trance with runes carved into the ground and drawn on their bodies. the trance seemed as is if it was a dance that when watched it looked simple and as if anyone could pick up the dance and do it themselves. but upon further inspection it is near impossible to get all of the intricacies correct. the foot movements to he hand movements to the body movements. one was required for the other to be correct. of the times the portal opening had failed it was always something minor it was near impossible or something bad to happen.
goddess surprisingly made an appearance at the beginning of the field trip to wish everyone luck. normally this would be a momentous occasion but as of right now nothing could seem to perk me up out of my gloom.
"ugh" Cristiene said out loud. if only my brothers were here she thought. if they were here i wouldn't have to be alone and have no one to talk to on this stupid field trip.
the summoners were nearing the crescendo of the summoning where it is the best possible time to cross from the one world to the other.
The portal changed from a white hue to a much darker shade of purple as the demonic energy was influxed into the mix of magik.
Cristiene watched with increased intensity waiting for the spell to reach its climax. even tho she was very uninterested in the field trip as a whole. spell weaving was something she enjoyed to no end. so watching a spell of this magnitude was like treating a small child to desert after a slim meal.
The air crackled with energy. even though lightning wasn't required for this type of spell you still felt the hair raise on the back of your neck in anticipation for the coming light.

cause im bored

Introduction


Now usually a story starts off with once upon at time or some other macabre form of introduction and in hopes that this story is introduced just a little different we will start with the beginning of the story instead of the end and then jump back to the beginning. its creates unwanted and unneeded tension if your as good a story teller as i.
This is not a story about boy meets girl, boy is endangered and goes on a almost Rambo style killing spree, or any other form of standard plot or story line. if you dont like my story then thats just to bad cause if your still reading this im going to assume that you would like to hear it. turn off the computer and go outside. cause everyone knows you dont see enough sun as is. im sitting here actually typing up this wonderful little story that i dont even know im going to write yet im just putting words on a page wasting time in hopes that a good idea comes to mind. so far nothing remarkably remarkable has popped into this head of mine. well just start off and hope for the best.

as memory serves it was a cool summer morning. rather rare but still it was a little chilly non the less. standing out on his porch drinking his coffee, wearing a bathrobe, waiting for the morning paper, contemplating the white picket fence, surveying his lawn, and comparing it to his neighbors. Mr. James lived a life of normalcy that dictated little else.
He worked a dead end job in the middle of Chicago for just enough pay an hour to keep the electricity and just enough for food twice a day. His wife, Mrs. James, worked at the local grocery store in a managership position. the two of them brought in a good enough income for an average family of 2.7 children. With one in junior high, another in grade school, and one still in diapers. their family was a parade of normalcy. their life was a parade of normalcy.
Then it all went downhill as Mr. James was laid off right after summer started. his only friend that had stayed with him through highschool decided to run with his at the time girlfriend had his daddy hook him up with a nice job in a nice high rise office coincidentally in the same area as Mr. James. Mr. Smith, Mr. James's old friend, had asked Mr. James to fax a document from one floor of the building to another for him seeing as how he had no time to get it done himself. being so busy and all. Mr. James being the one on the lower pay cut agreed to fax the paper. seeing as how what had happened between then was many years in the past he had no reason to be suspicious.
following procedure Mr. James put the document face down in the fax machine dialed in the number of the floor that is was being sent to when he started thinking.
Since Mr. Smith is such a big shot executive doesn't he have a fax machine in his office?
Mr. James thought this thought a little to late as the fax machine started to smoke and as he frantically tried to cancel the command it lit on fire.
there had been a full ream of paper in the machine as the fire caught hold and started spreading to the machine next to it.
Mr. James is frantically yelling for someone to help wondering why no one is there to help him put out a fire that could endanger the lives of other and not just his own.
The fire moving as if by its own will lept up the wall of the cubicle up against the fax machine.