The cavern was even more unsettling when it was illuminated with the crimson bulbs screwed into the rock walls. Michael stormed past the bikes and their owners, his gaze and strides laser focused on the doorway leading to the cells.
He glanced briefly at a lamp as he passed. Maybe the rest of the gang felt a little more at home surrounded by so much red. Heaven knows he wasn’t. He never made it that far.
No, he was cursed to remain on this fucking planet for eternity.
A blood-curdling scream echoed off the stone, amplifying it and hurting his ears. It sounded like it came from a horror movie and made him even more anxious. He spun toward the noise, ready to stop it from ever happening again. The woman it came from stood naked in the corner, her head arched towards the ceiling as she forced her black, leathery wings into her back. Most women strutted around the place with not a stitch on their bodies. They only got dressed to go to work, typically at the strip club.
The irony wasn’t lost on Michael and the whole situation didn’t phase him. He didn’t find any of them beautiful. At least not as beautiful as she was.
He sacrificed everything for her. He was thrown out of his home and disconnected from all that he knew because of her.
As Michael was falling from grace, she was rising. A car accident took her life, sending her to paradise and away from him. He couldn’t fight the feeling that it was intentional.
He let out a growl as a familiar face appeared between him and the door to the cells. “What do you want, Typhon?”
“Where are you going, big guy?” Typhon countered.
“To watch the prisoner like you ordered me to do. So why don’t you get out of my way so I can?”
Oh, wow, this is such a tumult of tragedy and emotion. Going to be good!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a scene. I could see the wings and feel his angst. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSo much angst. Love it.
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