It's the End of the World.

Ha, ha. Just kidding.
Actually, that was the topic Kyleigh and I picked to do some writing about, and we're trying to pull a StephMey and write our favorite, most vivid scenes first. :)

Here 'yar.

The palm tree beside us burst into flames.
I stared at it for a minute, and then turned back to him. “Nice one, oh ye of large fury.”
“Yeah, thanks.” He responded sarcastically. “Now that I know you truly fear me beyond all rightful reason, we can get on with things.” He rolled his eyes. “You fickle humans don’t know when and what to fear.”
“Oh, and like you’re not human,” I retorted, irritated. He was treating me like I was something fragile and stupid; something to be kept in a zoo.
He looked over at me for a second, his bright green eyes almost curious, then turned away, chuckling.
“What?” I asked, fuming. “What’s so funny about that? I don’t see why…”
“I’m only half-human, Delilah.” He said in an every-day tone, not bothering to break his stride as I tried to follow him.
“You’re what?” I squeaked. “But… No. I mean, you’ve got the cool little powers and everything, but so do a lot of other people right now. So what; the whole city is wack! That doesn’t make you not completely human, and plus, I don’t exactly see scales or wings or…”
Zach spun around to face me, his emerald eyes glittering dangerously. “They save the wings for the nephilim.”
I gaped at him. “Are you… Angels…?”
“They’re angel mixed with human. Obviously, I’m not any part angel, or I’d be over there fighting in this stupid…” He drifted off, making exasperated hand motions. “This… whatever it is.”
I pulled myself back together enough to form complete sentences, and spoke slowly enough to make sure I was saying what I meant, and not what was rushing though my mind. “You’re saying that everything is happening because there’s some kind of war between half-angels and…?” I didn’t know what to say. ‘Hellions’ didn’t quote cut the mustard, and the way he was looking at me, cool and distant, made me think that if I’d said it, he would’ve most likely fried me.
He sighed, and dully quoted Isaac Newton. “‘With every force, there is an equal and opposite force.’ I think you have an idea what this force is, though I really doubt you have the slightest clue of how that force works, and I’ll leave it at that. Plus, you’re a good girl. You don’t need nightmares like this just yet.” He smiled sweetly, ruffled my hair playfully, and started walking again. All the sudden, I didn’t care if he fried me. I was so angry that he wasn’t telling me anything. “You’re a demon, then? Some spawn of Satan?” I blurted.
He laughed loudly, but didn’t bother answering me.
“Zach!” I yelled, as he started getting ahead of me. “Seriously! What if I can figure out why this is happening?”
He stopped walking and turned around, still smiling a little. “Then you’re as good as gold, love.” He shrugged, laughing lightly, and went back to walking. “It won’t save you. I know the reason for this chaos, and it won’t save me, either. But hey, nice try, you know.”
I groaned in frustration. He wasn’t making this easy, fun, or even simple.
“I’m fighting then!” I yelled at him.
He threw his hands up. “I don’t care, Delilah. Do whatever you want.”
“Well, good. I’m siding with the angel-people.”
It worked. He froze. Except I really didn’t expect him to do what he did.
His eyes narrowed, and he walked up, faster than anyone I’d ever met, until we were face to face. It reminded me of those movies, where the character thinks that they’re going to be dead; my heart started racing, and I caught myself holding my breath, like that would set him off.
“You don’t understand the concept of war. You don’t know what sacrifice is, and you sure as anything don’t know what the nephilim are and what they stand for.” His voice was deadly and smooth, his breath very nearly cold as it hit my face from above his staggered height. “You’re human. Any superior being would have the right mind to blow you away and leave you for dead in a time like this. You are nothing, and they are immortal. All humans ever do is get in the way.”
“So why don’t you kill me then, Zach.” I spat with force. “Get it over with.” I was shocked that I even had the guts to retaliate like that, and even more shocked that I was staring him in the eye with a brazen ability that I never knew I had. It apparently was new to him, too, and he seemed speechless for a moment.
“You want me to kill you?”
“It’s going to happen anyway, isn’t it? At least your freaky power is quick and easy to do it with, so I won’t suffer much.”
He moaned. “It’s not a freaky power. Stop calling it that.”