Is this Earth ...or is it Hell?
The world had suddenly gone very, very cold. Angerona sat up on the black, cold pavement. She looked around, closing the light, breezy dress she was wearing around her neck and shivering. As she sat up her hair dragged a bit on the pavement, picking up some of the wet dirt that was strewn across the damp ground. She looked at the ends of her platinum blonde hair curiously, not seeming to be disgusted or phased by the tiny black peices now tangeled within it at all. She shook, crossing her arms over her chest and exhaled. She turned her head and watched the steam from her breath gently float upward and disappear. She exhaled again and waved her left hand through the mist as if trying to feel it. As her eyes followed the path of the heaven bound mist, then squinted as the glare of a street-light reflected in her icy blue gaze. She lifted the hand to sheild her eyes, noting how dark it was outside the rays of the streetlamps of the parking lot.
Slowly she began to learn the workings of her body, the way the street felt beneath her bare feet, the harsh cold and sharp peices digging into her skin. She walked on curiously examining her surroundings as if encountering life for the very first time- though, she new this not to be true. Life was just... different now. Foreign, forgotten and long past.
The woman passed down an ally-way stepping over garbage, cardboard boxes and what appeared to be a sleeping man in rags. She looked down at the man for a few moments, bending down toward him. She closed her eyes and prayed, gently placing a hand on his foot which was wearing a grey sneaker that had many wholes in it. Not much of the man could be seen. He was covered in newspaper from head to toe but she knew he was there. She felt it in her soul. She knelt down and prayed for him. Once her prayers were spoken, she stood and quietly walked passed him, undetected. Walking out onto the sidewalk she approached a busy street corner. Many people glanced at her, once then twice and she noted just how different she appeared from the citizens. They were clothed from head to toe and she was still wearing just a flowing white gown made of satin and silk.
Two men approached her from behind. One grabbed her around the waist and pressed himself up against her, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol. "Ehhhh, sexy!! How much you charging?" he asked her as the other man laughed and tugged at her arm. Angerona gently slid out from his grasp, looking deeply confused and shaking her head. She said nothing but shook her head as if to deny him. She walked backward slowly and the two men watched. Suddenly, their faces turned to expressions of alarm. "Hey! WATCH OUT!!" the second man called to her gesturing toward something to her right. She turned just in time to be blinded by the bright white headlights of a thick metal truck struggling to brake. But alas, the heavy metal machine collided with the poor woman and she experienced the pain of the horrific crash from head to toe. Her head collided with the pavement to which she made contact back first. Three ribs were broken and peirced her lung. She spat up blood and stared terrified at the red liquid that marked her as a mortal. But what alarmed her most of all was the fact that she could no longer move her right wing.