The Last Angel - The Beginning

         "Damn it!" I yelled.          
To be blunt, I'm getting my ass kicked. I was one of the strongest in my school, but one against eight? Not a chance in Hell. I mean, I can hold myself for awhile, but I'm already half exhausted.          
After what seemed like an hour or a decade, I was finally out of it and was pinned against the wall. The leader came up to me with a grin on his face. Bastard.          
Through my reddened vision I saw the leader was Matt Mercer, one of the biggest d-bags in the entire school. In the entire nation for all I care. He was wearing his gang's colors; Black leathered vest, blue jeans, black Vans, and camo, fingerless, gloves. How I always knew he'd have the "manhood" to take me on. Of course, he has his gang with him, but ,eh, what can I do?          
"You know" he said, "I always thought the biggest punkass of the school would have a little big more fight in him...how dissapointing..."          
He pulled his fist back and I felt clear contact with my nose. The second he released I felt it become warm, then hot. Crap, I know its bleeding. After a couple of seconds, I felt blood drip down to my lips. Ah, the sweet taste of blood. Joy.          
"Turns out your fragile, too!"          
He laughed and his friends slowly joined in. You know how the insane people have that really creepy annoying laugh? Try listening to that, but 8 times more haunting. Part of me wished they'd hurry up and finish it, so I don't have to listen anymore. It's driving ME insane.          
"Hehe, maybe after we finish this loser, we can go after that bitch of his...THAT oughta teach him to mess with us!" He yelled.          
No...they coudn't mean...NO! That was a step too far! They can beat the hell out of me but they won't DARE touch her!          
Just then something inside me snapped. My body was flowing with heat. I felt all my wounds and cuts vanish, as if they were never there. Matt stepped back with what looked like terror on his face. Good. That's EXACTLY how I want him to feel. Scared.          
"What...What the Hell are you!?" He looked back at his men, "Don't let go of him! keep him bound!"          
This was it...showtime.          
I shrugged the guys off with wasy effort. It felt like they weren't holding on at all. If they were, then I have slight pity for them. No, wait. I lied. I started walking towards them, when I felt pressure on my back. Slowly the pain became greater and more devastating. After a couple of minuntes, the pressure seemed to fade and that's when I saw something in the moonlight shadow. It looked like the outline of...wings? Wait, what? Wings? Ah, Hell... WINGS! Holy crap... I looked in a smashed window that someone throw out in the alleyway and saw that they WERE wings. All the feathers were black. As I stared I saw that my eyes were becoming all black too. Just black, no pupils or anything. I looked like an Angel... an Angel of Death.          
It was totally kick-ass!          
"Look whose scared now..."          
My voice...wasn't my voice. It sounded Angelic. Like part of a choir. If I wasn't so unAngelic looking, I could probably put a baby to sleep.          
Do not over use this new found power.          
What the Hell was that? The question left my mind the moment I said it. The only thing I wanted was to tear this gang apart. Well the gang. Not the people.          
The gang pulled out guns. Wait...does the school know they have guns? Their parents for that matter?! Oh well, as soon as I get done with them, they're about to.          
"Do not waste a single bullet! I want this bastard dead!"          
Well so much for trying to do it the easy way. I braced myself for the impact of the bullets, but felt...nothing. I looked up and saw that the bullets were suspended in midair. Like that guy from The Matrix. Had I become a modern day God?
No.          
Wait...Who WAS that? What the Hell?!
You are not a God my son, you are the Last Angel.          
Yeah... cuz that answered ALL my questions...