Gali the angel was walking down the road, angered and about to kill someone. Not only had she been hunting this person for the past three days, she had caught up to him and he had escaped. She tried to tell him she was carrying a message. But just like all men, he just turned and ran from her. It didn't make sense, as Gali kept her wings on. She hated being ran from, for she was just trying to help. Combined with the fact she was getting groped form every men near her, she was ready to snap some heads. Gali rounded a corner in the dark alleys of New York. She hated these towns; the mortals suck at understand beauty. Beauty was found in a gentle wave- ironic because she had an anger issue sometimes -and water was pure, not electricity. Fire and Ice were even more potent in creating beauty, not even that. Sometimes she pittied these people, for they were dull and stupid. Finally, the angel saw her prey. She turned and followed the angel whose name she did not even know.