Scorched Wings

After what seemed like hours, Mollie finally managed to carry- drag- the unconscious angel into her apartment. She swiftly closed the door behind them with her foot, safely enclosing them inside her apartment. The young woman took a couple steps towards her living space before her legs gave out on her. Both their bodies fell onto the floor, a heavy thud echoing through her quiet home. While dragging the man, a huge puddle of water had accumulated on her floor and she landed right into it. Mollie stifled an annoyed groan as the water seeped into her pants again. Heavy breaths escaped the woman's lips- her lungs felt dry, the air sucked right out of her lungs as she spent all her energy while dragging the man. Mollie wasn't the strongest, it was a struggle for her to even lift him up off the roof.

Mollie slipped away from the man, sitting up on her knees while facing him. The angel was heavier than he looked, it was all muscle that she felt against her back. Though the huge wings on his back added an unbearable weight to his form. It made things more difficult for her, as she tried to bring him into her home. As Mollie dragged him down the stairs and the hall, she had to be careful not to bump his wings into her neighbour's walls. If she caused a disturbance, her neighbours would be happy not one bit.

There was nothing Mollie could do about it now- the angel was already in her care and she was committed to this whole situation. The man needed help, she couldn't ignore the condition he was in. The only one who could care for him was Mollie. Sighing softly, she grabbed an armful of blankets before spreading them across the floor, constructing a make-shift bed. The young woman wasn't strong enough and didn't have enough energy to lift him onto the couch or her bed. The best she could do was lay him on the blanket covered floor. She slowly took off his rain-soaked jacket before throwing it aside. Mollie dragged him over to the blankets, gently laying him down. She inspected his wings, the scorched feathers causing her heart to quake. Angel's wings were beautiful and pure, their feathers soft and soothing. However, this man's burned wings were difficult to look at, they weren't supposed to look this way. Mollie barely had any experience in first aid, the best she could do was slap a band-aid on something and wait for it to heal. Unfortunately, an entire box of band-aids wouldn't fix this, would it?

Mollie ran her dirty hands through her wet hair, a soft sigh falling from her mouth. She had just finished clearing the clumps of dirt and lily petals away from his face and wings, throwing them into a nearby wastebasket. She went the extra mile to wipe his face free of mud with a damp cloth, the man's smooth skin coming through. She stared at the man's features, questioning how this angel could be so beautiful.

In fact, she was questioning how all of this could be real, she pinched herself, but her eyes widened as she felt the sting. Mollie wasn't dreaming, she was wide awake. She asked herself how angels were real and why this one crashed onto her roof. She gently picked at a feather left untouched by dirt or petals, the pristine white shining without restraint. She swooned at the softness of the feather, feeling the smooth texture between her fingertips. They felt just like how her grandmother described them, after all, she was the one who told Mollies about the stories of the angels. The old lady always told Mollie tales about those who rule the sky, and at this point, her words proved to be true. However, after her passing, Mollie had forgotten about the timely stories and tales, it was just too painful for her to remember. But now... now she has a reason to recall those memories.

Mollie couldn't help but smile down at the male angel- he reminded her of her beloved grandmother.
"Thank you," she whispered, brushing the hair away from his closed eyes.
The young woman threw another blanket onto his larger form, attempting to keep him warm. She pulled the electric heater from her bedroom and plugged it into the living room wall. Mollie quickly turned it on, a warm breeze began to fill the room.

"I guess I should clean up and head back to bed..."

... (Time skip brought to you by Jimin 😇😇)

Yet again, Mollie was awoken by a loud crash. At first she thought something else had fallen onto her roof, however, the sound felt closer. Ever so slowly, she peeled her eyes open, greeted by a new dawn seeping into her bedroom. Her entire body felt exhausted, she just wanted to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, her wished were ignored as another crash with a snarl reacher her ears. Mollie's eyes widened as she shot up from her bed, her mind on what was going on. The fatigue left her body in a flash as she attempted to get out of bed. However, her ankle became caught in her pile of blankets and she fell onto the floor face first. Her wrist hit the floor at an odd angle and a pained whimper left her mouth.

Before she could even tend to her wrist, the sounds of a table being knocked over caught her attention. Mollie sprang up onto her feet, ignoring the searing pain in her arm. Her mind flashed back to last night- she saved an angel and brought him into her home. She sprinted towards her living room, the last place she saw him.

Upon reaching the common space, her eyes fell on her trashed living room. Mollie's books and papers were thrown across the floor, the table they were sitting on toppled over. Her white leather couch was in a similar matter, out of place and thrown onto its side. The cushions weren't tucked into the couch properly, tossed carelessly against the wall. The succulent she had on her table wasn't sparred, the clay pot shattered on the floor, dirt piled onto the wood. Her entire living space looked like a tornado ripped right through it, both her living room and dining room area were ruined. The only things that weren't broken were her windows and electric heater.

Mollie's mouth gaped open, her jaw dropping to the floor.
"What the-"
Before the next words could bubble from her throat, a heavy force slammed into her like a freight train. She fell back from the momentum hitting her, the air leaving her lungs as her back hit the floor. Her eyes widened from the impact, unable to comprehend what just happened. Mollie didn't have enough time to regain her breath as an overbearing presence made its way on top of her. Mollie's wrists were pinned down on either side of her head, her injured one not being sparred. The woman's aching body tensed up as if a thin sheet of ice encased her figure.

The pain didn't register in her mind as she became caught in a trance. Her sapphire eyes became locked with a pair of glowing white orbs, finding herself unable to look away. The way those pulsing white eyes looked at her, it was almost as if her soul was being picked apart piece by piece. A huge shadow cascaded down onto her form as a gigantic pair of wings flexed outwards, blocking the sun from reaching Mollie's chilled skin. Despite their condition, they still struck her mind with wonder and awe.

The young woman was forcibly brought out of her trance as the angel's booming voice reached her quivering body.

"Where am I?!"