Angel MacLaren
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Early Life
I thought I had been through hell growing up as a ward of the state, jumping from foster home to foster home. I never knew what the next family would be like and when I was young, I always hoped that they would be the family that wanted me. The ones that didn't turn me away. Eventually that turned into, "I hope this family has a bed and I don't have to sleep on the floor again." Or "do you think they can cook or will we be eating cereal for dinner every day?" I never made any friends back then either. I mean, why bother when I'd just have to change schools again in a few months? I thought that was hell too. | |
Escaping the System
I thought it was hell when I aged out of foster care and for the first time realized just how alone I was in the world. I had no one to be proud of me for graduating highschool or being in the rangers program for two years. Sure, my mentors on the force were there for me but its different for a kid from the system. All we ever wanted was for someone to want us. In my case, I never got that. When I graduated from the academy and made it onto the Millennium City police force, it was the happiest I had ever been but I still didn't have anyone there for me. I had accomplished a lot and most of it was completely on my own. I had a job waiting tables at a coffee shop in City Center and it paid enough for me to get my own little place. A one bedroom basement under an old brownstone apartment building. The rent was cheap and no one bothered me there. So when I looked out at the crowd at my graduation and saw everyone's families, all the pride and support for everyone except me, something finally snapped and I knew I needed to go looking for my Ma, the woman who got rid of me the day I was born.
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Finding The Truth
It took years to track her down but I finally did it. Her name was Crystal Blevins and her address was right in Millennium City but when I tried her apartment (which looked like it needed to be condemned) a neighbor told me she was at St. Mary's hospital and she wasn't doing too good, "so if she owes you money, you ain't getting it." the woman said before she slammed the door on me. I thought it was hell walking into that hospital room and seeing this woman who had my nose and my hair laying there unconscious with her breathing ragged and her skin scarred and infected from years of shooting up. She was skinny and I could see we were the same height. Her hair was the same color as mine but only shoulder length. She may have been pretty at one time but the years and the drugs had not been kind to her. I put my hand on hers,"Ma?" And suddenly Crystal Blevins eyes shot open and her skin lost all its color, "You." She coughed, "Angel." I couldn't tell if she was happy or upset that I was there because she started to cry. I've never been much of a crier but seeing her tears made me wish I was. That first day was pretty emotional. The nurses came in and had to give Crystal a shot of some medicine to calm her down. But once she had slept off the hysteria that came with seeing me for the first time in 27 years, she seemed stronger and more stable. She didn't even flinch when she told me she was dying. "What do you mean you're dying?" I said, my breath catching in my throat, "you can't die. I just found you." Crystal looked at me in a way that only years of experience can teach you, "Angel, there are no such things as coincidences. I think you found me because God knew it was almost my time to go." I scoffed. I believed in God but we didn't have the best relationship. Crystal grew serious, "Angel, I've done a lot of bad in my life but I did two things right. One was having you and the other was giving you up." Her honesty was brutal and I didn't fully understand at first. I felt like the same scared and abandoned orphan that was bumped from foster home to foster home every couple of months. "I had to give you the chance to become you." she said finally. Crystal made it another three days. She told me about her life before and after she gave me up, told me that my father was a musician named Jim that loved pizza and bad movies, that he died right after I was born and she told me that I had an Aunt Trisha in Hudson City but she didn't know her phone number anymore. She gave me all the advice she could think of and told me that if she had to go, she was glad she was able to finally be my mom and pass on some of her hard earned wisdom to me before she went. "Angel, I'm glad I gave you up because you became a strong and beautiful woman all on your own but don't think for a second that I didn't love you every day of your life. You were on my mind from the moment I woke up until I fell asleep and no matter what I drank or smoked or shot up, I never stopped thinking about you. I love you, kid." "I love you, Ma."
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The Deal
After Crystal, my mother died, I just held her hand and dry-wept. It wasn't long before a noxious odor filled my senses. It wasn't death, I knew what death smelled like. It was something else, something foul and unearthly. I stood up, inspecting the room. And there in the darkest corner, a shape appeared. It looked like a shadow at first, until it stepped away from the wall and made its way to my mother's bedside. "What the fuck are you?" I asked the shape. It snarled in surprise, and said in a voice like nails on a chalkboard, "what indeed? What are you that you can see me?" It stepped closer sniffing at the air in front of me, "ah..." It said, half disgusted and half intrigued, "I'd like to take a bite out of you...but I have a job to do." He turned back to face my mother's corpse. I threw myself in front of her, "leave her alone" I choked out, the smell of this creature gagging me. It opened its maw showing sharp broken teeth sticking out at odd angles and covered with blood and filth. It was smiling. The smile made me want to scream, cry, crawl under the bed, and wait for it to be gone. I stumbled a little but held my ground, "leave her alone" I repeated with more force, emphasizing every syllable. | |
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Notes
Her apartment is a mess no matter how often she 'cleans' it. She cannot cook to save her life. She has an inherent love of Big Mac's. Angel's surname was Smith until she turned 18 and took on 'MacLaren' after her Captain from the Ranger's program. Her middle name is Faye, named after her maternal grandmother (which she discovered after her mothers passing). Her confirmation name is Maria. | |
