Psyren: Fallen Angel Part 1

Psyren:  Fallen Angel Part 1

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy



Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy



Falling to Earth...The soft fabric of unconsciousness eveloped me...Fading, fading...A falling angel...
17-year old Angel Psyren has fallen from his home--his realm, to be exact. He wakes to find that he is unable to fly, and trapped in the mental ward of a hospital when he turns to the humans to help him return home. The only one who believes him is but another patient in the hospital, but one who believes he has a plan...
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Falling to Earth...The soft fabric of unconsciousness eveloped me...Fading, fading...A falling angel...
17-year old Angel Psyren has fallen from his home--his realm, to be exact. He wakes to find that he is unable to fly, and trapped in the mental ward of a hospital when he turns to the humans to help him return home. The only one who believes him is but another patient in the hospital, but one who believes he has a plan...

Chapter1 (v.1) - Psyren: Fallen Angel Part 1

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Falling to Earth...The soft fabric of unconsciousness eveloped me...Fading, fading...A falling angel...
17-year old Angel Psyren has fallen from his home--his realm, to be exact. He wakes to find that he is unable to fly, and trapped in the mental ward of a hospital when he turns to the humans to help him return home. The only one who believes him is but another patient in the hospital, but one who believes he has a plan...

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 30, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 30, 2011



Pyren: Fallen Angel

Falling to Earth...The soft fabric of unconsciousness enveloped me...Fading, fading...A falling angel...

"Psyren," said Gabriel, smiling up at the sun. "Do you think we'll ever get to go there?"

"Go where?" I asked. I looked up at the sun, squinting, wondering what he was staring at.

"To Earth, of course," Gabriel laughed. "Wouldn't that be the greatest?"

I shrugged. "What's wrong with here?"

"Nothing," Gabriel replied. "But, Psyren, I want to see the humans. I hear they don't have wings or anything." His blue eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought.

I looked away. "Angels shouldn't be thinking about things like this, Gabriel. It's not proper," I scolded.

But Gabriel still smiled. "I know."

He and I couldn't be more different. His blue hair, my brown eyes; his blonde hair, my brown hair; his pale skin, my dark skin; his white wings, my black wings. His ignorance, my pain.

Well, I suppose I should also tell you that Gabriel is my older twin. Always better, always loved. Me, I'm in the background. Always in my brother's shadow, but at least I'm not invisible. At least some people acknowledge me.

I have the bruises to show for it.

The day everything changed started out normally enough. Gabriel left early to work with his friends that dropped by. I was still at the table with our parents.

"Why don't you ever leave early?" my mother asked. "If you were like your brother, you could have more merits."

I was silent, staring down at my plate.

"Well," frowned Father. "Answer your mother when she speaks to you, Psyren!"

I looked up sharply at Mother and said briskly, "I'm not Gabriel! I never was and I never will be!"

Father's chair was knocked back as he stood up abruptly, hand raised, but I was already out the door. That was the first time I had ever spoken like that to my own parents. Now I had nowhere to go -- I had long since pushed away everyone but Gabriel -- but home to the wrath of my father.

All because Gabriel was better. Smart, kind, quick, handsome. Everything I wasn't.

I decided that I wouldn't go back. At least not until Gabriel was home.

I arrived at my safe spot. No one ever came around here to the edge of the Angel Realm. It was too dangerous.

Most humans don't know this, but Angels have a unique object that holds their ability to fly. It's different for everyone, and mine happened to be an earring. It was easy enough to keep up with -- a little red earring.

But what I hadn't realized on that day was that Father had followed me.

I felt his hand brush across my ear, then the sharp sting as he ripped out my earring.

I cried out in pain and jumped up, one hand over my bleeding ear, then other reaching for Father. But his eyes were cold as ice.

No trace of emotion on his face as he pushed me. I couldn't fly.

Certainly I would fall to my death.

Falling to Earth, enveloped by the soft fabrics of unconsciousness. Fading, fading, falling angel.

I woke to find myself in a white room. It smelled strongly of disinfectant.

I also found that I wore a thin gown with dinosaur print.

I was in a hospital.

"Are you awake?" whispered a girl, leaning over me.

I stared up at her. She was about my age, with big green eyes and wavy black hair.

"Are you awake?" she whispered again.

"Yeah," I whispered back, a little confused.

The girl smiled and sat back in the chair beside my bed. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Psyren," I replied.

"Psyren," she repeated. "I'm Shay. Shay McDarthie. You know, I'm the one who found you."

"" I frowned.

Shay nodded. "Yep. What happened? Why were you just passed out in the middle of the road? I almost ran over you, you know."

I was silent. Why did she say nothing of my wings?

"Do you not remember what happened?" Shay frowned.

"No," I lied. "I can't remember anything."

"Oh," she sighed with a mixture of pity and disappointment. "Don't worry. You can give the policeman outside your information and he'll find your family."

"I doubt that," I muttered.

"Aw, have a little faith," Shay laughed. "It's not the end of the world."

I decided to stay silent. I wouldn't be able to explain things to her in a way she would understand. But what I didn't understand was why she said nothing about my wings.

A knock on the door. A man in blue uniform entered and Shay stood respectfully.

"Excuse me," the man said. "May I speak with him?"

"Of course," Shay replied. She glanced at me with a look I couldn't decipher and left quickly.

The man ambled over to me, his large belly hanging over his straining belt. "Hello, I'm Officer Parolar," he said.

I waited for him to continue, but it seemed I made him feel a little awkward.

He cleared his throat. "I'm here to help you find your family."

"I don't remember anything," I said quickly. I realized that this was a man of authority. I definitely didn't want him to know I was an Angel.

"You don't?" Parolar frowned. "Do you remember anything about yourself or them?"

"My name is Psyren. I'm 17," I replied carefully.

"Anything else?"


Parolar hesitated, then nodded. "I hope you remember soon. I'll see you later." With that, he turned and left.

"No, you won't," I muttered as the door clicked shut. I threw the sheet that covered me off and raced over to the window.

I fumbled to get it open and clambered up onto the window sill, wings spread behind me.

"PSYREN!" Shay gasped.

Just as I jumped, I felt her garb my ankle, causing me to fall forward. My face hit the ground hard.

"Psyren, what are you doing?" Shay asked with disgusting concern.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, putting all of my weight on the leg she held tightly.

"You can't just leave!" Shay grunted, tugging my back.

"I don't have a choice! I can't let anyone know!"

"Know what?" Shay asked. She was winning the battle.

Suddenly I caught my reflection on the glossy coat of the blue car in front of me.

I yelled in shock just as Shay jerked me back, scraping my leg on the metal window sill.

I was still in shock while Shay apologized frantically for the blood and ran for a nurse. Shortly, she returned with a young woman in pink scrubs.

I slowly turned to her with wide eyes. "Where are my wings?" I asked her.

"Your what, dear?" she replied. She opened up a package of gauze.

"My wings..."

"Oh, no!" Shay cried. "The loss of blood is making him delirious! Help him, nurse!"

The nurse rolled her eyes. "Humans don't have wings, dear, "she said to me gently.

"I know that. I'm an Angel," I insisted.

The nurse paused, then continued to tend to my leg. "I'm sure you are," she said finally.

I felt sick and dizzy. This couldn't be happening to me. This has to be a twisted dream.

"Try to get some sleep," the nurse said. She ushered Shay out with her. "The doctor will be with you in a little while."

The door clicked shut.

Yes. That's what I'd do. I'll close my eyes, and when I open them again I'll be back home in my own world in my own bed.

Definitely, I thought as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

"So, you believe that you are an angel?" Dr. Hison said, looking at a clipboard. He flipped the page and glanced at it, then went back to the first page.

I scowled and kept my lips sealed. I hated the way he scrutenized me with his dark eyes.

"Psyren?" Dr. Hison said gently. "Is there anything you want to say?"

"I am an angel," I growled through clenched teeth.

"I see," Dr.Hison replied. He wrote something on the clipboard, then stuck the pen back into the lab coat pocket. He nodded to me and promptly left.

After a couple of hours of brooding on my own, a male nurse came into the room with a medical cart and a set of what looked like light blue pajamas. I recognized him as Ethan: a kindly man who always had a smile on his face.

"Good news," Ethan grinned. "You're moving to a new ward. And you get some pants." He tossed me the pajamas.

"Great," I replied unenthusiastically.

Ethan laughed. "I'll be back in a sec. I've got to give the girl next door her medicine." He backed out of the room with the cart.

I tore my eyes away from the neatly-pressed fabric and looked out the window. A fairly young oak tree furnished its green leaves, reaching up to the bright sun above.

I felt a pang in my chest; overwhelming home-sickness.

I sighed and dressed, finally out of the childish dinosaur gown. Then I sat and waited for Ethan.

He led me down the hall to the elevator. We went up to the top level: the Psychiatric Ward. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut after all.

"This is your room," Ethan introduced me to a room bare on one side (except for a bed) and cluttered on the other. Almost as if there were an invisible line down the middle that prevented disorganization from crossing over.

"What's with this?" I frowned.

"Ah, you're sharing your room with...Charlie, wherever he is," Ethan replied. "Well, I'll leave you to get settled because I have to go on my rounds. You can wander around on this floor as long as you don't go into the girls' rooms. Or bathrooms," he added. "Bye!"

"Dude," said a sudden boy's voice. "You're so lucky you got me as a room mate."

I jumped when a boy a few years younger than me stood up from inside a pile of clothing and trash, brushing himself off.

"The only other room was with Crazy Maisy," Charlie laughed. He had dark circles under his hazel eyes and his sandy hair was unkempt.

"Crazy Maisy?" I frowned, still shaken from his appearance.

He laughed as if he had heard some kind of joke. "Crazy Maisy. Jonah Maisy. He's crazy like me."

"You're...Charlie, right?" I asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, and you're Psyren. Angel boy," Charlie said.

"Angel boy?" I gaped. "You can tell?"

He thought for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. "Yes, I can see your wings. No one else can though. But then again, I am crazy." He shrugged. "Here comes Screaming Dina."


A sudden, piercing shriek erupted from the hallway. I flinched, but Charlie seemed completely unfazed. A woman ran by; I caught only a glimpse of her before she disappeared past our door. Her screams continued to echo.

"Now I really want to go home," I sighed with fear. I clenched my fists to stop my hands from shaking.

"Don't we all," Charlie said absently.

"Rule number one," Charlie huffed, holding up his fork. "Never look Maisy in the eye. He will shank you."

"Good to know," I replied, inspecting my sandwich carefully.

To my surprise, Charlie reached over and squashed it under his palm, making the peanut butter ooze out.

"Rule number two: Never eat peanut butter," Charlie said. "Crazy Maisy will cut you."

"What?" I scoffed. "Over peanut butter?"

"He has...issues," Charlie whispered, narrowing his eyes. His eyes quickly darted both ways, then he returned his facial expression to its normal image.

"Rule number three: Never admit that you like bananas or cats. It's a trap, I assure you. People here are very immature," Charlie continued.

"How many rules are there?" I sighed.

Charlie began to count on his fingers under his breath. "Five," he concluded.

I blinked my consent for him to go on.

"Rule four: Don't act gay. Rule five: Never go over your phone time limit. Crazy Maisy will shank you."

"Who is Crazy Maisy anyway?" I asked.

The girl who was walking by suddenly dropped her tray with a small gasp. She turned her head sharply and glared at me. "How dare you ask that!" she snarled at me. "He's only the most notorious demented man in the history of the Psychiatric Ward. Really." She stooped to pick up her tray and left haughtily.

"Ignore her," Charlie rolled his eyes. "Arial is always like that."

I sighed again.

"What's with you?" Charlie frowned. "Always sighing like you don't want to be here."

I glanced at him with a stupid look.

"Oh," he laughed, catching the hint. "So where are you from?"

"The Angel Realm," I answered.

He gave me a blank expression.

"Um. I guess you would call it Heaven?" I shrugged.

Charlie laughed for no discernable reason again. "So you want to go back there."

I nodded.

"How are you going to do that?" Charlie asked. "Pray tell." He rested his elbows on the table and leaned toward me, smirking.

I scowled. "How should I know? I can't fly, Charlie."

"That is quite a dilmna," Charlie replied, crunching a corn chip between his teeth. "Have you tried flying?"

"I can't fly without my earring," I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I really wanted to punch him in the face, but I refrained because of his mental instablility.

"I dont' want to talk about it when there are people around," I said.

"Oh, please," Charlie spluttered. "We're all crazy here."

I sighed and looked around. No one seemed to be paying attention, so I told him my story from the beginning as he crunched corn chips.

"No wonder you're crazy," Charlie said when I finished. "Your parents beat the hell out of you, huh?"

"I'm not crazy," I insisted. "I really am an angel."

Charlie smirked. "And I really do believe you. Only an angel could have wings like yours. Now, isn't there some way you coul summon your earring or something?"

I thought of that concept. I vaguely remembered being taught about it, but I couldn't recall it for the life of me. I told Charlie that.

"Then I know someone who can help, Psyren," Charlie said.

Charlie knocked softly on the door, slowly and cautiously. I was ready to run if need be.

"Crazy Maisy," Charlie whispered. "You here?"

"Who's there," replied a deep, gravelly voice.

"It's me, Charlie," he replied. "And Psyren."

After what seemed like eternity, "Enter."

I followed Charlie into the dark room.

And old man wearing the blue pajamas sat cross-legged on the bed. He held a mangled sketch pad and an unsharpened pencil.

"Crazy Maisy," Charlie said boldly, "we need your help."

After almost ten minutes of begging and pleading, Crazy Maisy finally gave in and helped us.

"Close your eyes," he told me.

I did exactly as he said for hear of being stabbed, which seemed to me to be Crazy Maisy's reputation.

"Remember what you were taught of summoning..." Crazy Maisy said soothingly. "Remember...Remember..."

Suddenly it all rushed back to me.

"A drop of blood on a chrysanthemum petal," Gabriel read from a book, "then chant whatever comes to mind. Sounds simple enough, right, Psyren?"

"I remember," I whispered in amazement.

"Of course you do," Crazy Maisy nodded. "That's my magic."

"Thank you," we both praised the man and left.

I scratched my head in annoyance. "Where am I going to get a chrysanthemum?"

"Not here," Charlie laughed. He rolled over on the pile of junk that covered his mattress, emitting a loud series of crunches and crackling sounds. "Gotta go the park or something."

"when can we go?" I asked.

"When you're not crazy," Charlie burst out laughing hysterically.

I rolled my eyes. "Guess I'm stuck here forever, huh?"

"Not necessarily," Charlie said seriously. "I have a plan that I've been working on ever sice I got here."


"Escape," he whispered with a twinkle in his eyes. "You and I are going to escape!"

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