Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin

Finally! I have been visited by my Muse! :D OKay, I don't know if I'll make a story out of this, but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it....Holy Hell....this text is SMALL! And P.S. this is about suicide and stuff and it's morbid. So yeah.

The sounds of the city seemed so far away on top of the twenty-five story building in New York City. Gazing down below, the street lights and car lights looked like flecks of glitters painted over a cement canvas. The people looked like little ants, bustling through the city as they each walked fastly to their next destination so that they wouldn't become the victim of a random shooting or mugging or be caught in a gang war. Some, though, were hoping for the blood and the pleasure of causing someone else's pain.

Zachary smiled, standing atop of the building in his red suit and black tie with the wind doing nothing to his slicked back hair. None of these people knew of the forces behind theirs lives, deaths and rebirths. Vampires, werewolves, faeries, angels, demons are all very real. Even Grim Reapers are real. That is, of course, exactly what he is. An Angel of Death or, to be more correct, an Angel fo Suicide. No one really knows of them, or that they exist really. People usually thinks that suicide victim's cause their own deaths by themselves. They couldn't be more wrong. Of course they have their own helping hand in the suicide, that is if they succeed in their own death.

Sighing, Zachary looked over at his next victim and he smirked. A lonely old man who never succeeded in life, who has never done one good thing, and who is overwhelmed by guilt for raping and beating his neice. A deserving victim of death. "You are the cause of all their pain, George. Everything is your fault." Zachary whispered in the man's ear, disguising his voice as George's.

"It's my fault, all my fault." George's voice wavered and cracked as his eyes filled with pityful tears. He took a step onto the ledge, not looking down.

"This is the only way to rid your loved ones from their pain. To rid little Stacie from her pain." Zachary went on. It is very easy for The Angel of Suicide to know the reasons behind their victims' pain. Getting inside their heads, their every thought and memory. Some are even assigned to humans....the stubborn ones with strong wills to live and stalk them, causing other people pain so that they will take their own lives.

"It's the only way..." The old man looked down at the ground finally, feeling compelled to see his landing spot. People were already looking up at the jumper with panicked eyes though only some of them just wanted the show. A woman with curly blonde hair pulled out her cell phone anc called the cops. Zachary couldn't afford to lose another charge through the police again. Though he was the head of all Angels of Suicide, he still had to live up to his standards as a boss. George started to panic and his thoughts read that he was slowly changing his mind.

"George," Zachary said sternly. "Do you want to cause your family more pain?" The man shook his head, quietly sobbing into the sleeve of his night shirt. In the distance, Zachary heard the police cars, ambulances and fire trucks making their way there. "Jump, then. End their pain, end your pain." George kept shaking his head, his thoughts full of doubt. "Do it before you cause anymore damage, you filthy rapist." George's hands fell to his sides and he looked up towards the Heavens, praying for forgiveness. Zachary's charcoal colored eyes bore into the old man, working his magin on him and breaking into his mind, feeding his thoughts of how his death would make Stacie feel so much better.

George inhaled deeply, like he was about to jump into a swimming pool. He took one step forward and felt nothing under his feet. He felt like the ground was coming up to meet him rather than he was falling. Zachary leaned against the ledge and looked down with an accomplished look on his face as George hit the ground with a loud thud. He could hear George's bones breaking from the top of the building. He heard women screaming and men cursing as George's blood splattered on their shoes. Zachary pulled back from the building, letting his black wings stretch out behind him. The flashing lights of the authorities and firetrucks made Zachary smile. The pleasure of success took over him again, and with that, he took off flying, searching for his next charge.