Fallen Friend > Muke

A Rampage begins

A/N: Had to give a little shoutout in here to cristyalan for her support of this story :-) Hope you like your little character mention x

"Thanks for letting me stay here again, Harry. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Don't even worry about it, Michael. You know you'll always be welcome here," Harry smiled, patting Michael on the back.

"But what about Cristal? Won't she be upset that you didn't tell her first?"

"You know Cristal loves you, and she wouldn't dare be upset that I've let you stay here. In fact, the only reason she'll be upset is that she didn't know the extent of the situation. Trust me, prepared to be fawned over."

"Thanks Harry, I really appreciate it."

"Like I said, no worries lad," Harry grinned. "Now, are you hungry? Cristal cooked some lasagna last night and I think we might still have some left over."

"I'm not really hungry, but I appreciate the offer. I think I'm just going to go head up to the spare room and clear my head for a bit."

"Well, if you need anything let me know."

Michael just half-smiled in response and trudged up the stairs to the spare bedroom. He wasn't even tried, but he needed an excuse to get away from Harry. Not that he didn't appreciate the British boy's hospitality, but Michael just didn't it have it in him to fake a social interaction with him. Michael flopped onto the giant comforter and released a loud sigh. There were a thousand and one thoughts flying through his head, but he couldn't concentrate on a single one because the pain he felt in his chest overpowered everything. Michael was frustrated. Better yet, Michael was annoyed. Annoyed at the world, annoyed at the stupid guardian laws, annoyed at Luke, but most importantly, he was annoyed at himself. Nothing seemed to ever go right for Michael. Not when he was alive and not even after death. Being an angel was a lot less like Ghost and Casper and more like a miserable chore filled with rules and regulations everyone needed to follow. It might as well be considered a High School - Michael definitely hated High School. The only thing that made him happy was having Luke by his side. But now that had been taken away from him, he had nothing left to hold him here. Without Luke, being an angel held no value to him. If the two never got back together then where would that leave Michael? Nowhere. 

There's no point in moping about and feeling miserable for myself, he thought. Luke obviously didn't care about him anymore so what reason did he have to stay? Michael decided then and there that he was going back down to earth. If the council wanted to strip him of his wings then they could go right ahead. Michael was ready to face the consequences of his actions. Michael carefully snuck out of Harry's house in sights of the portal. 

The portal in front of him glowed with a fierce power that never failed to astound Michael. Bright rings of purple and blue swirled together to show the image of earth and the humans that paraded its streets, oblivious to the supernatural around them. Without a second thought, Michael pushed his way through the floating mass and landed in an alley somewhere in his hometown. His excitement bubbled; watching the humans walk past without sparing Michael a glance. Well, he's made it this far, he thought. Let's see what kind of hell we can stir up, hey?