Changed the name of the chapter 'Metatron' to 'Unfortunate Timing of Self Care'. Most of you probably understand some of what is happening, but you won't understand the full picture until it's explained later in the story. Also, understand that this is my own take on the concept and duties of Angels, not guaranteed to be fully accurate to their actual biblical references. Some of the angels I've done research into, such as Kepharel, I was unable to find information on. In what way I'm interpreting them is up to you to figure out, at least for now :)
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"What is better? To be born good? Or to overcome your evil nature by great effort?" - Paarthurnax, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
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"I thought joy would add more flavor, but instant coffee is just as terrible as always."
Chastity and Alexandra sit at the small table, the former with coffee in hand, and latter with a piece of buttered toast.
"The more things change, the more things stay the same."
"You're trying too hard on the 'dark and mysterious' persona, Alex."
"Hmm? This is how I've been raised to talk, though."
Chastity's smile turns neutral.
"I-"
"Please, don't ask. Not now" Alexandra says, looking down towards the half-eaten bread in her hand.
"Our emotional states are still too raw, at least mine is. I'm not used to showing so much emotion, so this past week and a half has been new territory for me, mainly caused by you."
She looks back up at chastity, a now not-so-rare smile gracing her features.
"Most of it is joy, an unrelenting amount. So I don't regret these moments we have, even if they have an undertone of sadness. It's more than I've felt in many years that isn't overwhelming despair."
Chastity's smirk returns in full force, moving the mug around in her hand.
"I'm that charming, hm?" she says, hand travelling down her own body."
"Don't tempt me with something you can't handle, Chastity" Alexandra replies, biting down on the last piece of toast with a little more force, making a show of exaggeratingly gulping it down.
Chastity shivers.
"Anyways, I've realized that we haven't given each other our proper names. I know we purposefully didn't, but it would be rude to continue forward like this."
"Well, after you" Chastity says, regaining her composure, gesturing towards Alexandra.
"Alexandra Kennedy."
"Jennifer Martin."
"To be honest, I expected a Christian name, what with your self-made moniker."
"And?" Jennifer questions, somewhat irked.
"It changes nothing. Just a little observation. Can't help it."
Alexandra takes her plate and walks towards the sink, taking Jennifer's coffee mug from her hands when she passes by.
"Hey! I was still drinking that."
Alexandra looks down at the mug, stopping in front of the sink.
"You were still drinking an empty mug?"
Jennifer sputters, before walking up behind Alexandra and looking over her shoulders.
"...Huh. How did you even notice that?"
"You faced it towards me for a second, and I saw inside."
"You're too perceptive for your own good."
"For you? From now on and forever, always."
Jennifer blushes, but continues on.
"I doubt that you're only observant of me."
"Silver."
"Huh...! You didn't..."
"I already said that I was stalking you. Emphasis on 'was'. Don't think I'll have to do that anymore" Alexandra says, a dastardly smile creeping up her visage.
"...You're a strange woman, Alexandra."
"Solitude will do that" she responds, using a burst of unnatural strength to pick Jennifer up by the waist in a hug. A loud squeal sounds from Jennifer's mouth, surprised at the show of strength.
"You're skin and bones! How the hell are you picking me up?"
Alexandra snickers.
"Emotional adrenaline."
"That sounds like bullshit."
"That's because I made it the fuck up."
Jennifer deadpans, and Alexandra's snicker forms into a loud laugh, her whole form shaking in joy.
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Finally escaping(unwillingly) from the den of joy, Alexandra walks down the street, heading to the parking lot behind her house.
'Guess I won't be living there anymore... Maybe I can make it into a planning room. I need a place that most people won't check... No, the city electricians won't be kind when they see an armory in a city-funded area. Guess I'll just have to find somewhere else."
In my time alive, I've found that a simple house is usually enough of a cover up, unless you plan on being nomadic.
'Unfortunately I can't own a house. Would put a target on my back. To many people would come looking.'
From what I saw two days ago, not only is the matter of your identity already revealed, but it seems to strike fear into people.
Alexandra is about to respond, but Nick continues.
I suppose that no matter what profession one is in, those that want to prove themselves will find you. Or, more likely, those who lost family to you.
'Especially the latter. I only killed those in the crime syndicates, as I refused to kill civilians and the like, and got more than a few beatings because of it, but I've still done many things I'm not proud of.'
Trust me, I know what you mean.
'What was your job?'
A simple question with a complicated answer, but Nick simplified it.
...I protected the world.
'From what?'
Everything.
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.I created a group with different powers and abilities. They were named 'The Avengers.'
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Driving her bike down the road, Alexandra rode down the streets near the Vespucci Canals, intent on finding a mark to rob.
Eventually reaching San Andreas Ave, she notices a chain of stores lining a walkway. She gets off of her bike, kicking down the kickstand, and walking down the path of Prosperity Street Promenade, looking for any easy opportunities.
looking to her left, she sees a mime performing, but with nobody watching him. She decides to watch his performance. As she walks up to him, he looks back up from his feet and notices her approach. He smiles happily, and gets back to enjoying his hobby.
After he was done with his performance, she gives him a $20 bill, something at which he, seemingly from his actions, thanks her profusely for, before she nods, walking away.
'...I really need to be more careful with my money.'
Walking back towards her bike, she suddenly feels a pistol at the back of her head.
"Inside. Right fucking now.