(Mild blood and violence warning...)

Angel

A weather-beaten statue of an angel stood with sword drawn and wings raised in the center of a cobblestoned courtyard. Rain poured down on its sculpted face, kissing its faded features before falling to the ground. Behind it, in the shadow of its wings the most beautiful girl in all the world crouched, loading a clip into a pistol. She froze as footsteps splashed into the courtyard. They stopped, and a maleficent hand reached down slowly to a holster. She caught her breath and held it between trembling lips as he tenderly stroked the top of the holster, then unclipped it and drew his weapon. He inspected his pistol absentmindedly, turning it this way and that to catch the light as he set a slow, measured tread towards the statue. "They say" he began, "They say when you were made, an angel lost her shining face to you." The malefactor cocked the chamber suddenly. The harsh sound rang through the courtyard and gradually died away to be replaced by the soft patter of the rainfall. "Seems poetic to do the same on the day that you die." He aimed without looking and fired. The statue's head shattered into a shower of dust and marble. A cruel jagged piece of angel flew across her face and dug a deep cut in her cheek before continuing on its path to shatter against a wall. Drops of blood and tears of pain fell to the stony floor, to mingle with the rainwater and disappear. Taken off balance by the sudden assault against her ethereal face, she dropped to her knees before catching herself with one hand. She paused, watching the rainwater run around her lily white hand, then tapped the last of her willpower and pushed herself to her feet.
He sidestepped slowly, keeping both eyes on the statue where he knew she was hiding. Her huntsman smirked for a moment, showing a flash of teeth, then whispered, "Come on Angel. Time to for the immortal killer to die." Angel gripped her pistol with both hands, closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath before diving from cover. She rolled when she hit the ground and continued moving with inhuman speed until somehow she got her feet underneath her and exploded onto her feet, pistol aimed unerringly at her enemy's heart. It never got a chance to fire. He had three rounds in her before she stopped rolling and another two while she was trying to rise. Angel blinked once, surprised. Her pistol was still aimed straight at him but now it was shaking and she couldn't quite muster the strength to pull the trigger and then she couldn't get the strength to keep holding it anymore and it clattered to the floor. She stood for a moment more, holding an empty hand aimed straight and true at his heart and trying desperately with lungs filling with blood to say something to the man who robbed her of life. He chewed on his lip for a moment, looking at the unexpected specter of a bloodstained angel with an outstretched arm, then shot her in the forehead.
Boots splashed through the water to stop near her head. He paused for a moment, then leaned over and brushed crimson-streaked golden hair out of the way so he could kiss the most perfect lips ever made. He rubbed his chin while he looked at her eyes, staring blankly up to heaven, then closed them slowly in a final act of mercy. He walked away, leaving an angel corpse sprawled on the cobblestones behind.
A shot rang out. Heart's blood exploded out of the exit wound in his chest and he slapped a hand over it. When his life seemed intent on escaping through clenched fingers, he resigned himself and removed his hand. He watched his blood pour out as the rain licked his hand clean. At length Angel spoke. "I'm sorry." He turned around, slowly, painfully. His vision hazed with the pain, and when it cleared his dying eyes beheld the most beautiful sight they would ever know.
Angel's pearly white dress was scarred by bullet holes and stained by angel blood, but she stood unhurt. Her silken hair was plastered to her face by blood and rain, but he could still make out the beginnings of tears glimmering in her eyes. Ethereal wings shimmered into being behind her as she dropped the pistol that took his life. Again she spoke, though she could hardly force words through a throat choked by emotion. "I'm so sorry!" Angel lost herself to grief then, stamping a dainty foot on the watery cobbles and watching the ripples caused by her passion subside. She looked up and cried with tear streaked lips, "I didn't want you to throw your life away!" Her hands shot to her face to try to conceal the liquid proof of heartache, and she sobbed quietly in their refuge. Her wings curled around her anguished face, and Angel sank to the sodden stone. Her killer shook the intruding blackness off for a moment and reached a questing hand towards her gossamer wings. He brushed her feathers with a trembling finger, then withdrew his dying hands and looked at her in question. Angel blinked back tears and ran her delicate hand over a feathery wing. "These wings?" Her gaze lingered on them for a moment, then shifted to the dying man in front of her. "You gave them to me when you said I was beautiful."