Fallen Angels, rebellious saints created by God and cast down out of heaven. That's who we are, that's what we've learned to become. Our government, our laws and regulations are all constructed from the idea of Christianity. Some say religion is the cause of our imprisonment as citizens. That we are a Christian Nation, bound to the ground by our own worship and faith, but I don't believe that. I believe it's in ourselves to follow what's right and disregard what's wrong. Were the one to make our own choices in life, be they right or wrong. I'm a victim of making wrong decisions, but I don't dread on them. Do I believe in a God? What's important is that you will. When you get to read this, I want you to understand who we were and decide decide for yourself who you want to become. But allow me to tell you that having an extra friend upstairs isn't a bad thing. Have faith not only in your family and friends, but him. I wish I'd of learned this a long time ago ~ Abel Huss. Abel then stepped away from the bar table, put his mini composition book in the right inside pocket of his patched leather vest and moved on to join the others near the pool table. Walking down to accompany them, he could smell the stench of burned cigarettes and raw alcohol. His eyes narrowed down to the coffin held upon its stand in the center of the bar for everyone to see. Billy "Baldman" Rowdy, a seven-year member of the Fallen Angels was put to rest just last night. He was found breathless and still on his old 94 burgundy leather Simmons recliner. He was taken to the hospital where it was concluded he died of a heart attack. Old geezer had it coming with how much he usually stuffed in his mouth. He would always complain about his high blood sugar levels and how fast his heart would beat every time he took a few steps. The man was comical and was fortunate to die a humane death. Unlike Billy, most of the previous members who have already passed didn't get the luxury of a peaceful death. Either they wounded with bullets in their carcass or left by the side rode, tire marks breaking them down to bits. This line of business seemed to bring forth misery and sorrow most of the time, but at the end of the day it's usually satisfaction. Despite losing brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, the club had created unity. Everyone tied to the Angels was family and would get all the benefits of having others by their side. So today the family united at Cook's Corner to celebrate the passing of a brother. Everyone cheered and partied unlike a traditional funeral. It was the way things have been done since the beginning. Christopher, captain of the Angels, would always tell stories of the history of the club. Some of the other members have been around nearly as much as Christopher and also share their stories. So as the night continued, Christopher raised his beer can and shouted for everyone to listen. "Alright guys, cut the music will ya! Listen up! I propose a toast. For one, thank you all for being here tonight and joining us. But it's not about the free beer and the good food we so dearly love that we meet at Cook's this day, we are here for an old friend - a brother in arms. Billy Rowdy was.........a strange man I remember. The first time we met was actually at a strip bar, please don't tell my wife" Chris laughed, the crowd giggling with him. "I love you honey" he smiled, waving at Regina who was on the other side of the crowd next to Abel. "But anyway, Billy had approached me and complimented my vest. At the time, we still didn't have many patches, just our rank ones right here" he stated, pointing at the captain patch on his right peck. "I told him to back off because he seemed a little weird. Then he said he knew who I was, told me I looked like a cop he saw on some show. At this point, he was getting so annoying I wanted to kick his ass, so I stood up and told him to back off. You know what he did then? Old man punched me straight in the face, oh yea, not afraid of nothing. So were at a strip bar, money's flying everywhere, and can you just imagine to old farts like us fighting it out while the girls continue to dance" Chris busted out laughing. "Well, to cut the story short, after Billy fought me, we both stood up with a smile on our faces. The man could throw a great right hook. I offered him a spot and brought it to the table the next day. The others got to know Billy before letting him join of course, but in the end he was a great addition to our family. Everyone please raise your drinks. To Billy!" Chris finished up, everyone repeating him. Abel put his hand on his Regina's shoulder, giving her a smile and nodding. He then started for the coffin, pulling out his box of cigarettes and placing an individual one on Billy's chest without saying a word. Chris also came up, putting his own Fallen Angels whiskey flask inside the coffin. Both men then looked at each other, went around the coffin and hugged. "You alright son?" Christopher asked while embracing Abel. "Yeah" Abel responded, letting go and nodding to Chris too. "Meet up in the back in fifteen" the Captain instructed, patting Abel then returning to drink with some other people. Abel watched Christopher take his leave then turned to the right to meet the eyes of his girlfriend. He gave a faint smile as he made his way towards her. Abel leaned onto the wall and just looked at her for a couple seconds, silent and staring at the ground. His right hand then took a tight hold of hers, feeling the warmth of her hand. Though everyone else didn't seem all that affected by the death of their comrade, Abel always took these kinds of events personally. These were people that had been with him since he was a child, so losing one of them struck the heart. But the fact that he now had someone like Sam to be there for him, it was kind of nice. Of course, they hadn't been with each other for that long, but she was great. She understood Abel for him rather than for the man he becomes when he puts on that vest. "Thank you for being here" he said to her, looking up into her eyes. "You sure you don't want to go check on your granddad?" Abel asked her, turning back to the coffin, hoping they wouldn't have to bury anyone else anytime soon.