Thread: A Religious Madman (Churchw/Fisticuffs)

White. All that he could see was white. Everywhere. It was soft to the touch, the white was and it reminded him of heaven. Heaven. Where was he? The man looked around, taking in the room. Now that he looked closer it was a dirty white, with a door on the side with a little slit that he could look through. He got up and pushed at the door, there was no handle on the inside. He looked through the thin slit and saw a hallway, a few people where walking around dressed in white pants and shirts. The grey eyed man looked back into the room and looked at his bed, a metal frame and a thin mattress. Flashes of his life passed in front of his eyes, not all of them human. He remembered heaven. He remembered doing things that God had ordered him to do. That was before he made his own decision about what was right and wrong. When he partner was killed, he went on a rampage killing every angel and demon in sight. He was punished by having his angelic powers stripped and being forced to live out the rest of his life in the body of a mortal. It had driven him crazy. He couldn't think straight and he was hungry. So, so hungry that he began to feast on the flesh of humans like him. The taste of their flesh was wonderful, though the people didn't find that cannibalism was a very appropriate outlet for frustration and anger so now he was locked in this cell with nothing to do and no sunlight. What he wouldn't give for a little bit of sunlight. Or his wings. God, how he missed his wings. Yes, the eating of flesh had changed him. He became shorter tempered and sometimes he would hallucinate. Usually they were angels, sometimes demons, wanting to talk to him or get him to do something, even though he always told them that he was locked in a pathetic body and even then he was on twenty four hour lock down by the human race for eating a few of them. Now that he thought about it again, some slightly charred flesh and muscle would be wonderful. Maybe when the next guard came in..... Selene? He said softly, blinking a few times hello Simon she responded softly, coming closer to him. He closed his eyes and reached out to her, pulling her close and breathing in her scent oh, I've missed you so much Selene, why haven't you been around lately You know why, Simon. I've been busy. And it's getting hard to find time to come and see you, I've got to do things all day long but I do wish that I could come and see you more often, you look tired Simon. The male wrapped his arms around her before he turned to the door, hearing the lock turn. He looked back to where his friend had been but she was gone. Simon looked angry when the doctor neared him, lashing out at him for ruining the chance to speak to Selene again. He clawed at him and bit at his hands though he was trying to get to his neck, where the flesh was softer, richer with the high flow of blood. A few guards came in and restrained him, shoving and holding him against the wall as he started laughing hysterically, just laughing as he felt a shot entering his neck. His body sagged though he was still laughing, licking his lips where blood had shot into his mouth when he had bitten the guard. Mmmmmm. Why don't you come over here handsome and let me have another taste of you he said, starting up another round of laughter.