My Angel, My Demon, My Will

The Storm

It was 5 pm and dark clouds rolled over the city of London. Rain splattered the cobblestone pavement, a low rumble sounded in the distance indicating that a lightning storm was on the way. The streets below were deserted the only movement was the decaying autumn leaves brushing against the dirty pavement which was getting wetter by the second. Skyscrapers lined the side of the street. Normally you would be able to see your reflection in their shiny surfaces, but not now. Now, all the buildings were covered in a slick grey covering that could only be looked out of from the inside. They were designed to shield the habitants of the city from the impact of nights like this.

William Evans sat on a chaise long in his adopted fathers' penthouse sweet. He was facing a large floor to ceiling window in the hopes of getting a good view of tonight's events. And he wasn’t unimpressed, nearly 15,000 ft n the air he could see everything! Though if you were afraid of heights it may terrify you, but that wasn’t a problem for Will as he wasn’t afraid of anything. At 13 years old he lived for danger, and though he’d been told half a million times that these storms were dangerous and Will should stay far away from them, neither he nor his adopted sister Lucy could resist the temptation.

Speaking of the devil… The elevator in the corner made a ding sound to announce its arrival and Lucy Evans stepped out of the open doors. Lucy was 11 years old and extremely stubborn, she had long amber blonde hair that was always in a perfect curl it was exactly like her mothers, her luscious emerald green eyes were framed by long light brown lashes and her eyebrows were a perfect arch, her skin was lightly suntanned from the recent hot weather. 

Her mother always dressed Lucy in the height of fashion and today was no different. She wore a grey dress covered in lace flowers that reached just below her knees, red velvet boots stopped midway up her thigh and a baby blue trench coat was thrown over her shoulder. In her hand was a tray covered in all sorts of snacks and drinks

“Hello Will,” She said her tone chirpy as always, “Have I missed any of the fun?”

Will smiled at his little sister, “No, Lu, but it’s about to start come quick,” 

Lucy scuttled over as quickly as possible with the tray balanced carefully in her hand. She set it on the coffee table just as the first spark of lightning flew from the sky in the distance, a few seconds later there was a low rumbling sound.

“Ooooo, this is so exciting,” Lu squealed picking up a mug and pouring hot cocoa into it then passing it to Will who took it gratefully. A fork spiked through the clouds landing on what was clearly a suburban neighbourhood. Will could almost hear the sizzle as the lightning burnt through their thin, cheap borders. A loud banging rumble to prove how powerful that fork had been. 

Rain smashed against the glass and wind rattled passed the building with a whoosh. Another fork, closer now with a bang following after. More rain. More wind. Another fork with a bang. The cocoa is suddenly spilt on Will’s lap. Another fork Really close now. A bang.  A fork right in front of the window.

Images swirls in Will’s mind: 

The cell is bare except for a small uncomfortable bed in the corner and a table in the middle of the room with two chairs either side. Will is sitting in one of those chairs and a man is sitting across from him. In front of Will is a small bowl of a green gruel thing with a small mouldy spoon to eat with. Will begins to spoon the gruel into his mouth hungrily. It tastes like charcoal but he is too hungry to care much. The man across from him sneers at Will’s hungriness and says ‘Eat up my precious, you’re gonna make me a lot of money’ grinning showing a gold tooth.

The image swirls away to show another one; Will is in the same cell but a different man is there. Will is sitting on the ground and a man looms over him, clearly growing impatient he flicks the thing in his hand over Will’s thigh making him scream. It was a whip a silvery-gold whip.

The image is replaced.

He’s standing on the edge of a cliff with a sort of man-like creature. The creature has ink black wings protruding from his back and crimson horns sticking out of his head. He’s kneeling and smiling out at the distant sun, which is beginning to set. The view from the peek is gorgeous, surrounded by trees and grass there are animals trotting and moving to and grow, the only thing that ruins it is the city in the distance. But Will isn’t paying attention to the view he’s looking at the man’s silky feathers, leaning in he extends his small chubby hand and strokes what he already knows will be soft to touch, but they're smoother than imaginable, soft and silky, gleaming in the evening light. When the man feels Will touching his wings, he glances across at him with shining ruby red eyes and laughs. Swirling him up into his arms he leans in and whispers in a language Will has never heard before, but strangely knows exactly what was said.

‘Let’s go home little munchkin’

And Will replies in the same language a word he had never thought he’d said

‘Yes, Papa’

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Will snaps back to reality to find himself lying on one of his many beds in one of the Evans’ many homes. He’s wearing his blue and white striped pyjamas and his head is throbbing like mad. Will tried to sit up but failed and collapsed back onto the bed. 

A low chuckle sounded beside him. A chuckle he knew very well. 

“Took quite a blow to the head there didn’t you Will?” Arthur Evans exclaims.

“Y-yes, sir” Will’s head was still spinning, and he didn’t really feel like talking to Arthur not after what he’d just seen.

“Lucy said you just collapsed during the storm, hit your head on the floor hard,” Arthur sounded thoughtful, “What did happen? The doctor said it was probably that the lightning gave you a fright… But I know my Will and lightning doesn’t scare you, so what happened? Did you see something in your sleep?” He demanded

Will thought of his dream of the cell and the man telling him to eat up, of the man with the whip and finally of the creature he’d called his father so easily. He wasn’t sure if he could trust Mr Evans with that, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to him and even he wasn’t sure what had happened with the lightning.

Will furrowed his brow trying his best to look confused, “I don’t know, I can't remember”

Mr Evans raised an eyebrow, he hated people who lied and Will knew that, but “Ahhh, I see” was all he said. And with that, he got up and left the room. 

    Will felt a stab of guilt for not telling him but he couldn't. Those weren't just dreams and Will knew it. He knew that he was finally getting his memories back.