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cheesesicily had been stuck in a prison cell for about four days and counting. maybe more, maybe less, who knew? the three meals a day thing led her to believe that a total of four days and a morning had passed since she had been left in the tiny encasement to die. surprisingly, after all that she had been though, dying still didn't seem all too inviting in her mind. she still wanted to fight, still wanted to breath, still wanted to see. it was disgusting how selfish she was being.
cheesethe angels had taken her in a similar way to the way they had taken her sister. an all of a sudden ambush that she didn't expect. how could she have expected it anyways? she didn't know she was being targeted. after all, she was nothing but a mere human, the angels shouldn't had cared what happened to her. they had grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her high in the sky, and simply kidnapped her back to their fortress. she had pasted out along the way their. sicily had waited for the angel soldier guy to drop her. kill her off. the wait had been too much, and her body simply gave out.
cheeseshe found herself waking up, scared to death, in a dank, dark, cell with no windows, a strange sense of relief flowing through her blood stream that wasn't suppose to be there. what scared her the most wasn't the prison cell, though. it wasn't the mice that showed up every time food was delivered. it wasn't how young angels sometimes showed up outside her door, staring at her as if she were a rhinoceros in a zoo exhibit. nope, none of the above.
cheesesicily was terrified of the way new york looked now, in present time. she had hid out in a large building, located next to the new york public library, with plenty of supplies for a while, and hadn't seen even a bit of the scenery for months, until she finally set foot out for the first time to take a small breath of fresh air. she had taken about one, before being snatched up into the air. the big apple wasn't a very magnificent thing anymore. times square was nothing but a ghost town, while the statue of liberty was simply gone. all of the cafes, the hotels, the bookstores, piles of rubble. surprisingly enough, the empire state building was still standing tall and firm. sicily guessed it was there to prove a point. that the angels were superior, or something.
cheeseshe had arrived, bright eyed and bushy tailed, to a brightly lit metropolis that never seemed to sleep with her sister. the days back then were spent in excitement, excitement to finally be taking a look the juilliard school of music in the flesh. the angels hadn't even given her a day to go sightseeing before it was all torn down. now, sicily had nothing but the pictures in her brain. she had booked tickets for herself and her sister to go to a nice show at carnegie hall, that still rested, unused, in her back pocket. it was nothing but a souvenir of life before the apocalypse, now. life before her sister and herself were separated forever. she didn't even know if her parents back in arkansas were still alive. she could only hope.
cheesesicily was also scared herself. scared of how quickly her personality had changed. how emotionless she seemed these days. was that normal? was she going crazy? obviously, she couldn't go consult in a therapist, because those didn't exist anymore. nothing existed anymore. it was the sad truth, a truth that sicily had finally accepted after her sister's death. brooklyn didn't deserve to die. it should of been sicily.
cheeseand now here she was. awaiting death himself to come through the doors of her cell and kill her off in an act of mercy. the guilt bore into her every day, and she didn't like that. it was destroying her from the inside.
cheeseat least the angels had been courteous enough to let her keep her stuff. they hadn't even bothered patting her down. too confident, in her opinion. if she busted out of the place, which was something she doubted she could do, they wouldn't except it. she still had her knives, her signed copy of "the miraculous journey of edward tulane" that she had stolen out of a library, her last stash of marshmallows she had been lucky enough to pick out out some rubble, a first aid kit, and finally, her journal. the thing was very special to her. it contained both herself, and her sister's thoughts, plus some snippets of peanuts comics that she had added in there to help her keep going. too bad she couldn't read it. there was no light, and therefore, no way she could stare at anything. she was officially considered blind.
cheesethe angels were a lot more fortunate. they could see in the dark. they regenerated quickly by simply closing their eyes and falling asleep. they had more power than a average human, and apparently out did everything a person could do. it was unfair. if the world was still normal, they would be considered something along the lines of superheroes. at least they couldn't read her thoughts. she had tried it out by calling them whatever came to her mind, in her mind, and they hadn't reacted. probably because they couldn't hear her thinking.
cheesethe door to her cage suddenly opened, a sudden ray of unfortunately artificial light slipping though and rendering her defenseless, her backpack already on and her eyes little lines as she tried to get her pupils to dilate faster.
cheesethe cruel bastards didn't waste any time dragging her out to the light. her eyes shut immediately as her blood pressure went up with a sudden wallop. she let a groan slip out between her lips. "chain her up with the murderer," a voice ordered as the... the thing holding her gave a murmur in response. what murderer?
cheesejust like that, some kind of cold metal suddenly made and entrance on her wrist. a click. they're cuffing me. her ears perked up a little as another voice suddenly penetrated though the air. it was obvious whoever it was was fighting against the angels. maybe it was another human? another click. more silence. she could feel someone next to her. sicily was suddenly shoved ahead roughly. stumbling a little at first, she quickly righted herself, only to run straight into another warm body, her eyes still stubbornly shut. taking a deep breath, she breathed in nothing but sweet, morning air. fresh air? were they letting her go? why was so bound to someone else? what was happening? she opened her eyes for a fraction for a second to glimpse another person. wait. she opened her eyes for a second again, this time, a little longer. not a human. open feathers. an angel. her sister's murderer.
cheesesicily freaked the freak out.

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indent Martha remembered when the world was sane and everything was abnormally normal. Looking back at those days, she wondered if those were just dreams. Maybe there were. For all she knew, they could have been amazingly wonderful dreams where people roamed the streets without having to worry about dying right that second. Or worse, take part in an inhumanly experiment. Martha had heard what they had been talking about when she had been kidnapped. She remembered the day like it was just yesterday they took her.

indent The brunette had been hiding in am abandoned torn down warehouse when they had come for her. She didn't remember how they had found out where she was but she had heard slight murmurs of them talking about how perfect she would be for 'the experiment'. That was all she knew before she found herself in a dark prison cell. It wasn't like she had anything to live for. Her family had been completely wiped out before the angels had taken over New York City by cold blooded murderers. Since the age of fourteen, the girl had been alone and had fended for herself. She had lived in her school's attic, stealing some food from people's lockers and eating it. Just when she turned sixteen, she had gotten a part-time job at the nearest coffee shop to the school so she could at least buy new clothes and food instead of relying on stealing. Friends had never come easily to the girl. She had been shy from the beginning but after losing her family, she had shut down completely. She didn't trust a soul.

indent Thinking about her past made the girl feel queasy and uncomfortable. Martha had always hated that part of herself. She could never do anything right. Never. But maybe she could prove something to the angels because she knew she had a purpose. To save people's lives. She didn't want anyone else to turn out like she did, which was odd considering the fact she was shy and hated dealing with living breathing humans. However, ever since she was young, she had always wanted to be a doctor. With her situation though, she had found it nearly impossible until she reached the age of seventeen and worked extremely hard to be able to get into an ivy league university. All of that now was pointless though. Her hard work had been thrown down the drain along with all of her hopes and dreams. Now she just needed to go with the flow. That was what the brunette had decided while being in here for nearly more than three days.

indent Martha shook out of her thoughts as the prison cell abruptly opened and she felt two rough pair of hands pulling her up. Bright light entered the darkened cell and she tried adjusting her eyes but not nearly quick enough. "Bring him here," she heard a rough voice say. Bring who here? What were they going to do to her now? Martha clearly wasn't ready for whatever was happening and as she tried adjusting to the light, she realized her hands being cuffed to another person. What the hell are they doing? She could feel the other person breathing beside her and when she opened her eyes to see who it was, she noticed feathers. A lot of feathers.

It was an angel.

[ sorry i got it up super late and it's really bad but it's 12:40 am here and i wanted to get something up. ]

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xxxHow long had he been sitting in this position? It felt like hours. It most likely had been. He groaned an unintelligible curse, running a hand through his now matted hair. For a moment, Raphael wondered if it would have just been better to stay in the cell — to rot for eternity in complete and utter silence — rather than being shut in against his will with who knows what out there. At least in jail he knew his fate, one he snarled and fought with every single day. Surprisingly, Raph's determination hadn't lessened over the years he'd been locked up, and although his visual appearance had taken a toll, his mind was still very much intact. In fact, it was so much intact that he had gone over plans day and night, visualizing and preparing himself to get out and enact on his revenge.
xxxBut of course, they had to take that away from him. No matter, it wasn't like they hadn't already taken everything else. He had a vague idea on what he was doing here after being consistently thrashed and insulted by guards because of his misguided conviction, being called things such as "scum," "traitor," and a fairly popular one was the "destroyed prince." It seemed suiting because of his previous rank in society, a well-respected young man whose life seemed to finally be getting in order. God it pissed him off at the horrible timing everything had hit and the lack of emotion he felt for anything besides pure rage. Whatever was about to befall on him, he prayed he'd get over with it soon.
xxx"On out." He blinked his eyes open, stretching, and then rolling over to his other side. Like hell he was getting out. "I said out." The tone was much more venomous now, threatening. He'd have to implore me to get out before I'd even think about it. But the guard wasn't very forgiving and his patience had been tired out in only the few days that Raphael had been here. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he felt his body lifted up and slammed on the ground, the cold hard floor coming as a surprise. "Get the hell off me! Where the f**k are you taking me?" he snarled, another guard soon coming in to force him outside of his cell. The familiar feeling of a cuff wrapped around his wrist and he was once again thrown onto the floor, his head making an awful ringing sound. With snark, he managed to sit himself up and push on his left temple before a scream burst through the air.
xxx"Oh my god! What are you doing?" The high pitched sound caused him to squint his eyes, biting down on his lip as he turned to see what in the world was having such a reaction as this. His eyes landed on a rather attractive young angel, though she appeared be worn down and tired from the last couple of days. He understood that he wasn't exactly loved in society at the moment, but wasn't this a bit extreme? He could feel his ego already beginning to burn and he'd just been out for a few seconds. How much had his friend, well ex-friend, told everyone? "Oh for the love— shut up!" his voice rang, rising loud to go over the other voice. In any case, he was still an angel — he was still a normal being. He didn't deserve this sort of treatment. He was having a hell of the day, attacked by a huge headache, slammed on the ground, and now handcuffed. Raphael wasn't in the mood for anything to annoy him, not at all.
xxxBut suddenly, he noticed the lack of any sort of feathers or wings. He saw that there was absolutely nothing on the back but clothes, no quills to which she could glide from. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned backwards to further examine her. It could be possible that they were folded, or she was uncomfortably sitting on them, right? But he was met with no sort of comfort. Raph was in the presence of a 100% pure bred human being from Earth. Well, that would explain the screaming. What were they doing? What could anyone possibly accomplish by putting two people like them together? "Just calm down, its not like I'm going to hurt you or anything." Yet, he thought, because to be perfectly honest as soon as he got his break he was going to do anything to get out of these handcuffs and escape. Who cared about a human anyways? Leaving this wretched place mattered more than anything at the moment. His own orange wings rustled as he looked back up to the guards, tapering his eyes to slits and with a snarl plastered on his face. "What is this?" he demanded, his fist coming down on the floor with a loud thunk, "I have my rights! I want to know what the hell is going on!" This was proving not the be a very good day for Raphael, not at all. And there was something that twisted in his gut that the day was only going to get worse.

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xxxxxleave it to the angels to make a fancy hotel feel like prison itself. the rooms appeared fit for kings and queens, the beds soft and plush, the walls painted pure white, refreshments placed in a mini fridge for those who dared, and a bathroom with the finest water pressure you could summon on the human planet. what wasn't noticed as you surveyed the beautiful rooms was just how constricting they could be to someone who didn't wish to be in that position, who hated confined spaces. the second you had grown accustomed to the fancy look of the hotel room a door was slammed shut behind you and several large locks clicked from the outside. gabriel knew all too well the momentary rage brought on by the betrayal of brothers and sisters as they condemned you to a fate no one truly wished to partake in.
xxxxxthat rage had been focused into shattering a window and escaping into sweet, sweet freedom, but as it seemed, the other angels were no fools. each and every attempt to break the resilient windows was just a waist of strength and time that could easily be directed elsewhere. all of that occurred days ago for the butt-hurt angel, his will to escape the constricting hotel room having resided back into the depths of his mind. a time would come when that door opened and when it did, he'd fight tooth and wing to get free. those he once called friends had turned on him with a mere order from higher-ups, apparently his exquisite fighting technique and cocky attitude was exactly what they needed for their little experiments. all of that seemed to be their cover story, because quite frankly, gabriel knew all too well some of the angels envied him to the point of wishing him dead.
xxxxxfive days now, it'd been five boring days since they'd sealed those doors shut and walked away. the angel was sprawled out on the plush bed, his face buried deep into a pillow with his wings spread out wide enough to engulf the rest of the bed. most of his time had been spent just like this. sleep seemed to be the answer to everything when in a sticky situation such as this. truth be told, he'd been a stomach sleeper for only a few days now, having found the most comfort in spreading out his wings rather than crumpling them up underneath him. it was a sad day when a glorified angel such as him had resulted to thinking about sleeping positions and which would best suit him. add that to the list of other things he began to resent the other angels for, the list was getting quite long.
xxxxxat last, the sound of a lock being turned jolted the angel from his sleep and into action. another lock clicked and he stood up, eyes narrowed at the surprisingly sturdy door with chipped paint and slight cracking under his doing. three more locks clicked open before three angels cautiously opened the door, acting as a barrier if one of their precious experimental angels tried to escape. gabriel noted their cautiousness and applauded them for doubting his cooperation. being held in a room against his will didn't do anything but anger the already dangerous angel. with a smirk splayed upon his lips, he launched at the three other angels, using his wings as a little nudge forward before they tucked into his back for safety purposes. immediately things spore to life as a fight to escape commenced.
xxxxx"just let me go!" he roared, the barrier of angel bodies proving to be the most irritating thing he'd ever been faced with. a few solid punches were delivered, some headway gained, but at the end of it all the outcome was obvious. those same three angels, although now decently bruised and frustrated carried the struggling spitfire down the hall and out into the open. he too bore quite the nasty looking cut above his brow, his feathers ruffled up from being relentlessly pulled at and groped. "funny. you guys are so funny. that wasn't a fair fight at all." he muttered bitterly, some form of cruel humor dripping from his tone. one angel didn't seem to find it very funny though and sent an elbow into gabriel's stomach to once more reinstate the silence.
xxxxxwith a grunt, he finally got the message and stayed fairly silent as two of the angels loosened their grip and began fumbling with something metal. anger seeped through his body as he stood still, deciding it best not to have another outburst if he'd like to go into these experiments with a pretty face. there would come another time when he could get back at those who betrayed him and left him at the mercy of whatever science had in store for him. cold, hard metal enveloped his wrists, a jingling noise made as the clacked together. all he could do was stare down at them in disbelief, they'd handcuffed him. without another word those same three angels brought forward another being, adding her to the messy lock of chains before leaving without a sound. green eyes stared at the girl for a moment, noting the lack of wings and oddly familiar facial features. he knew this girl.
xxxxx"uhhh... hi there."

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xxxxxNo one had been expecting such a catastrophe, which increased the entire magnitude of its effect. Especially for the people of earth. Cities had been decimated, torn from their holds and crush into little bits against what were once asphalt streets. It was a shame really, having to slay almost the entirety of a species. Having to demolish the marvels they'd spent life times creating. But war was war, and the humans had started it. Laurette knew. She had been told, by many angels, even over-heard the conversations of those who had been on the angel's very first line of defense after the initial attack. Years ago, she never would have imagined humanity's fate versus her kind. They had been neutral in feelings, the two races that was. Although, the humans didn't exactly have an idea the angels had existed, or at least that was what everyone had thought until Gabriel had been murdered and chaos had reigned.

xxxxxA girl, who looked the young age of nineteen, but was deceitful and held centuries under her belt, sat crumpled into an empty corner. Her room was nothing to scoff at, a giant suite in an old hotel. Something once fit for a king. But now it was empty, and cold, filled with nothing resembling life other than the girl. The girl, Laurette, who had grown miserable from the lack of contact she'd been allowed in her dressed up prison for days now. She knew she only had herself to blame for her confinement, but she needed this. Despite the horrible sensation of her skin trying to tear itself from the inside out and then stitch back together in a mannerly fashion and the way her feathers had begun to grow matted into ugly knots where she could not reach; Despite it all, Laurette had signed herself up for the experiments. She had a lot to prove.

xxxxxAs an angel, Laurette knew she was not magnificent, or respected in the least, but she had heard of the experiments and hoped that they would hold the key to changing that. She was growing weary of being looked at with pity, or being avoided because of her unfavorable reactions to situations that often involved her limbs. She didn't want to hear name whispered in secrecy whenever she passed another angel by. It was so frustrating, she wanted to be appreciated just as anyone else did. So, she'd joined the program; The reason she was huddled into the dark of her room just like the martyr she was.

xxxxxLost in pity, she hadn't been paying any mind to her surroundings, and missed the sound of the solid wooden door swinging open into her temporary room. An older gentleman, with angels flocked to his wings, strolled into her space, wrapping a hand around the flesh of her upper arm. She wasn't sure if he was purposely ignoring the sight of broken glass across the floor from where she'd earlier stumbled and broken a vase, or if he just truly hadn't noticed it. The grip on her arm grew tighter, tugging her entire weight upwards and ruffling her already disheveled pale wings. The man-handling made her stomach heave nauseously, so she complied in silence standing beside the men.

xxxxx"Out with you now." the man grumbled, his face stoic, and void of emotion. Despite her compliance, Laurette was still shoved out into the hallway and her rough treatment didn't end there. A single hand cuff was clipped tightly around her left wrist, the other left dangling against her side. She was then corralled down the hall and even further from her room.

xxxxx"Watch it! I bruise like a peach!" she hissed to the man along her right side, after an awfully forceful shove resulted in her left wing connecting painfully with a wall, forcing an ungodly squeak from the girl. Pain gripped her left shoulder, pulsing through her wing. She certainly hadn't had the rough housing in mind when she'd volunteered to be lab rat of the week.

xxxxxShortly after they'd dragged Laurette from her room, she was being pulled towards what looked like, like jail cells? While she wasn't certain she was willing to bet they were cells. She tried to crane her neck, see if she could examine them further, but her view was suddenly blocked when more angels came surging into the open space she'd been dragged to, surrounding one of the barred off rooms. Whoever had been locked away in there was certainly creating a ruckus, attracting the attention of almost everyone occupying the room. She watched in rapt attention as whoever it was they were trying to restrain struggled with minimal effort, until out of no where, he was right before her.

xxxxx"Oh my god." she chattered, stumbling backwards, too late to pull her arm away from the guard beside her. He grabbed the cuffed appendage swiftly with ease, taking it upon himself to attach the vacant cuff around the arm of the boy who had been forced out in front of her. The first thing Laurette would like to admit she noticed, was his darling appearance, but it was not. Instead, she was startled even worse by his lack of wings. Despite expecting this when she had signed up, the reality of the situation had not hit her until now.

xxxxx"You're a human. They really cuffed me to a human." she gushed all at once, her heart beat skyrocketing with in the cavity of her chest, "Oh. My. God." she gushed even louder. She wasn't sure which emotion it was filling her to the brim; Whether it was the fear and anxiety, or the excitement and awe, but she knew it was distracting her big time. What a mess.

xxxxxWith no fore-warning, a giant palm landed between Laurette's wings and shoulder blades, pushing her forward towards the boy. She panicked, her eyes widening in fear, and she forgot where she was, accidentally trying to fly her way out of the situation she was in. Except there was no where for her to go, and the expanse of her wings was too great for the space she was currently in. So instead of achieving any sort of distance from the ground, Laurette ended up crashing into the few people that were around her. The main object of her unintentional assault being the human who she'd tried to turn away from unsuccessfully, smacking into his entire being with her right wing. She too, then crumpled to the floor, her legs tired from being twisted together.

xxxxx"I am so sorry" she mumbled quietly against the ground, her blue wings a protective shield above both her and the boy who was secured to her wrist.

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xoxoit was hard to keep your strength up when there was nothing left to fight for. the streets were bare and empty now, filled with debris from crashing buildings and trash that people had loitered on their way to get out of the city. no one was safe, at this point. the only people that dared to venture out here were those who had no money to leave, those who were forced to stay behind and rot slowly in the depths of this town. but it was not just one city that the angels had destroyed- it was thousands. all across the world, news reports were stating that humans were perishing as quickly as flies, populations dropping to numbers that were unbelievably low. even miles had a hard time believing that it was happening- but without a doubt, it was. opening his eyes carefully, the boy took in his surroundings. the prison cell he had been cooped up in for almost a week now was dark and musty, the smell that wafted in from the outside unbearable to think about. the floor was cold and hard, the only thing keeping him sane a small rock laying in the corner of the room. it's presence was so unnatural, sticking out to him like a red marker on white paper. but no matter how hard he strained to make this situation seem normal, it never worked. sighing out heavily, the human sat up before rubbing his eyes and forcing his ears to stop ringing. they had always seemed to ring since he had gotten there, maybe from the fear of never getting out. but what was there to get out to? his family was all dead, nothing left but a crumpled body that resembled his kin. miles remembered the day like the back of his hand- he was crying when someone told him this, that his only mother had died of a heart attack. it ran in his family, all these heart problems. miles remembered her running a hand through his hair, telling him to be brave for everyone. and that's what he did.
xoxosighing in exasperation, the nineteen year old stood and stretched his limbs, his body aching from sleeping in such an awkward position. sleeping was an odd term to describe what he had done. altogether, he had only managed to grasp four hours of sleep before waking up panting and sweating heavily, screaming out a fellow soldier's name. because he had worked in the army for so long, he was used to this unhealthy sleep schedules, waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. fear had wrapped it's way around his heart, and at the moment, it didn't seem like it was ever going to go away. walking over to the edge of the cell, he gripped tightly onto it before turning his head to look at either direction. there were still people standing guard and watching them silently, angels or human, miles couldn't tell. allowing his grip to tighten in anger, he stepped back before picking up the stone and drawing a line against the walls. he had kept track of how many days he had spent in this hell, and so far, seven was the amount he had written. seven days.. i've been trapped for seven days. when i came here, i didn't expect it to take so long. he thought, before gritting his teeth in anger. it was true- miles cook was one of the first humans to step forth into this program, and ever since the first day he had watched the humans scream and cry to get out, each and every one of them put into their own cell. it was torture, to hear someone screaming to get out. but slowly, everyone seemed to grow silent, and there was nothing he could do or say to make that change. dropping the pebble, the boy allowed himself to lean against the wall and run a hand through his hair, trying his best to stay calm and not get angry. but as the days went by, it was proving to be impossible to do this simple task.
xoxosomehow, as he was closing his eyes, he heard something click in the front of his cell. immediately they open and he sprung to life, reaching desperately for something to use as a weapon in case he needed it. but the only thing he had was a small pendant that he had shoved into the pocket of his jeans. it was his dog tag for being a certified member of the army, and he had kept it with him to remind him that he needed to fight no matter what happened in this cruel world. artificial lights flashed in front of him, and miles had to squint to see past them. someone was walking towards him, a body that looked strong and burlesque. he narrowed his gaze, allowing rage to flow through him, before yelling out to him. "you can't keep holding us in here like dogs! we're not you're pets!" he hollered, his voice cracking slightly. it had been a while since he had last spoken, and ever since then he had kept his mouth shut, only murmuring things in his sleep when he had no willpower to control his vocal chords. before he could tell what was happening, the man had a strong grip on his arm and slowly started pulling him out of the prison cell. terror flashed through him as he fought against him, struggling to get back into the room. "i'm not getting out.. you're torturing us, i hear everyone screaming!" miles called out, but before he could tell what was happening, the man hit him straight across the cheek, a small bruise beginning to form there. while momentarily in shock, a cold circle of metal was chained to his wrist and locked tightly against his arm. he's putting it a notch tighter on purpose.. he thought, and narrowed his eyes at that moment exactly. before he could even tell what was going on, another had been chained to the opposite side of the handcuff, a female so to speak. but she was no ordinary human- there were two large, feathery wings protruding from her back, each making her seem elegant and graceful. but miles didn't care about wings- he wanted out. "let me out of these!" he hollered, fumbling with the metal but failing immediately. sighing out in frustration, he ran a hand through his hair with the other hand before turning to look at the female angel. "i guess we're stuck." he murmured, and he was right.

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indenthow many days had it been now? ashtyn searched her brain for the answer, eager for something to do. she came to the conclusion that she had been sitting in a jail cell for around five or six days. those days spent doing nothing but crawl around in a pretty much pitch-black, cold, musty cage. it wasn't really a cage, but she felt like she was in one; trapped. it seemed pointless to hope for escape; she had decided that she would probably die in this place, on freezing stone floors, in some sort of angel territory. she almost missed her old long hair, to help shield her from cold, but alas, it had been cut short.
indentin these lonesome, dark days she had recalled the events directly before coming here several times. her and her father had been hiding in a barely surviving grocery store with a few other people for quite the long time. they had been shopping for groceries there when the angels had crashed, and too afraid to leave without being killed, had stayed. some people in the store had panicked and left, and well, she had seen the result. that, she did not want to happen to her. it had been nearly a year since then, and though she had grown used to the nice, large store, she missed her life. missed how everything used to be, but knew that it would never be like that again. she had prepared herself for that conclusion mentally, and had gone on with her life, as you do. then a rather anxious lady had gone in a frenzy when an angel had deliberately dropped in front of the door, staring at them menacingly but staying outside. she'd realized the angel had been mostly staring at her and her father, so had managed to push them out eventually, right into the arms of the winged creature.
indenther father had escaped. bless.. who, she didn't know anymore, that he had, because though she would feel less scared and alone right now in her prison with him, she couldn't bear to have him trapped. he would trap himself in his mind for awhile; she had seen it before, right after her mother died, right when the apocalypse started. if something drastic happened to him so suddenly (or not so suddenly) he was always affected very badly by those things, and she couldn't blame him. several tragic things had happened to him in his childhood, leaving him bruised and battered for life.
indentthe angel had seized her by the shoulders and, after accepting the fact that her father had escaped, started flying, spiralling upwards into the sky. the only thing was she was afraid of heights. to see the whole world shrink into an ant farm in a matter of seconds wasn't exactly helping cure that fear. she passed out after fright had conquered her soul and seeped into every ounce of her body.
indentthen she had awoken, not like sleeping beauty by a kiss in a gorgeous place with flowers and stained glass and prettiness everywhere, but scrambling awake herself in a terribly dark and cold jail. the stories don't exactly blend together in harmony and song, do they? fairy tales don't exist in real life, but apparently, angels do.
indentthe cell made ashtyn depressed, and that was that. she was rarely sad, but all she wanted to do was curl into a ball like a pill bug (or roly-poly as she had called them as a child) and cry. she distracted herself by three things most of the time; sleep. that was kind of obvious, and she seemed to need extra rest in a dank cage. inspect her few possessions. she had a pen and notepad (useless in the blackness), a tiny dagger (for emergencies, though she wished she had her bow and arrow), some bandaids and small tube of polysporin (for emergencies), an empty bag of cool ranch doritos (eaten), and a good luck charm. it was a miniature elephant, silver-colored with it's trunk curled upwards, a sign of good luck. her little lucky elephant, she called it. it was special to her, given as a last present by her mother. and of course, the last main thing she did in the prison, was dance. she couldn't see, but she didn't care. she would never be able to become a professional dancer in this world, but she didn't care. she didn't care. she didn't care. she was going to do it anyways, no matter what the circumstances.
indenther current circumstance was that she was weak, barely fighting, but hanging on. she shivered in a presumed corner of the room, hugging her body blanketed by a hoodie that seemed to do nothing. a sob escaped her unused, somewhat dehydrated throat before she heard locks being unlocked, a few clicks awakening her senses dimly. finally, the seemingly permanently shut door opened, and brought forth the first light she had seen in nearly a week, though artificial. she squinted her eyes at it and took longer than normal to adjust, since she hadn't seen it in days. "come out," a gruff voice barked at her, and she shivered. "why?" she croaked, voice weak, but they were already dragging her from her corner out into the light. she didn't protest, at least not until she felt cold metal encasing one of her wrists.
indent"hey! what?" ash yelled in a confused tone, waking up after the now familiar cold feeling after being shoved towards something. she was cushioned by what felt like another body, and she whipped her head around in every direction before locating a face she seemed to recognize. "uhhh... hi there." it said, and her wide eyes relaxed on the face, breathing in what seemed oddly like fresh air that she barely noticed. she blinked. he blinked. she was a human. he wasn't. she saw feathery falcon-like wings protruding from his back, but an otherwise normal appearance. she fingered her elephant figure resting in her hoodie pocket for reassurance. "who are you?" she asked slowly, thoughtfully, eyes gradually narrowing in confusion.

[gallifrey falls.]

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❝ You don't always need a plan.
Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, leg go, and see what happens. ❞

Chasity put her head on her hands, wrapping her lavender wings around herself. The view out of the window was dismal, to be perfectly frank. Buildings lay in ruin, rubble was strewn across roads chocked with overgrowth, and the sky was a grubby grey. It hadn't always been like this, of course. Once, the city had stood tall and proud, its people as unique and diverse and human. The angels had watched on, proud of the species their Father had created. Most of them were, anyway.

The war had changed that. Gabriel, the first Gabriel, had descended from on high, as bright as the sun, but his peaceful decent was met with sudden violence. He had been struck, and fell out of the sky, another victim of human folly. The angels had reacted with calculated and sudden warfare, enraged that a species barely able survive had struck out against them. Humans had responded in kind of course, and the planet was plunged into absolute chaos.

Now, a year later, a few chosen humans and angels had been relocated to New York, with or without their consent. They were being taken for an experiment; a human and angel against other groups of humans and angels. She had not been given a choice in her involvement, but had been interesting in joining ever since she had heard about it. Chasity was confedient in her abilites; though she was often criticized of her lack of a plan, her improv was usually better than anything she could come up with sitting down, anyway. It would have been nicer to work by herself, but it really wouldn't been an experiment then - Earth's state had already proven how well humans vs. angels worked out.

The door to the hotel room opened suddenly, and Chasity was greeted by the sight of two angels. They did not speak, merely stood there. She knew what they had come for; it was time to begin. She gave a shallow nod and rose to follow, carefully tucking her wings behind her back. No one had informed her whom they would be partnered with, or even what their humans would be like. It was mildly frustrating, but there really wasn't anything she could do about it.

The two angels brought her to an unmarked prison cell, where a human was being kept. He was roughly handled and forced to stand to one side of her, at which point one handcuff was placed on her, and the other on him. They were chained together, for better or for worse. The male had been silent throughout the whole ordeal, and remained so after the two other angels left. Chasity couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at their departure. What were they supposed to do now? Escape the cell?

She looked around with annoyance. This was much less exhilarating that what she had thought it would be. At last, she focused on the human chained to her, noting the lack of wings and oddly emotionless facial expression. Lovely. They had chained her to a robot. Pulling at the chain briefly, even though she knew it wouldn't work, Chasity gave up a moment later, and instead cleared her throat. "So, looks like we'll be working together for a bit. At least until we can get out of the handcuffs. Name's Chasity, what's yours?"

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location unknown, a rubble heap
items thumbtack, paperclips
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it is unwise to keep prisoners unoccupied for long periods of time, such of a young man like kellen himself. for the last four days, he's had quite the time to plot an escape out of his shadowy containment. the angels that were supposedly posted by his cell rarely glanced back at him, let alone kept to their stations for long. arrogance was the race's fatal flaw. despite being a rather gifted breed, they often neglected their abilities, allowing corruption to take over. mankind was already warped in the first place, but in kellan's opinion, the angels were much worse. for one, his escorts failed to at least pat him down before throwing him into a dark cell. no one could believe what kellen's clever fingers could pick up in one hostile walk across the corridor. although he wasn't complaining, especially since he snagged a couple paper clips and a thumbtack. the paper clips will be of great service to him if he needed to pick a standard lock. to his convenience, the bolt that kept his jail together would have been pretty easy to crack, but what's the use of an escape if he'd utterly be outnumbered by a bunch of superhumans with wicked swords? for the days that followed, he played along, ever so growing weaker by the day, saving his resources for another time... if he was lucky to live that long. at least he got a little more to eat during mealtimes than what he could have scrounged up in the nyc rubble, clean water was a plus. he didn't worry about what was in his food; chemicals, steroids, serums, poisons, he was already a test subject, and between consuming what nasty variables the angels have come up with versus getting involuntarily injected by it, kellen would gladly keep the little dignity he had left. he shoveled his food down without a concern, and slept at night never feeling the repercussions of what he may have consumed the day earlier. his food was safe.

there was the sound of iron clanking on iron, an angel was hastily trying to unfasten the threshold to kellan's prison, and by the look of the entourage behind him, they didn't look so friendly. cornered in his cell, kellan slowly reached for the thumbtack in his pocket, concealing his only weapon between his fingers as the angels weren't looking. 'keep your hands where i can see them', the creature ordered. kellan obliged for the time being, but when the winged-man attempted to grab his left wrist, the boy swung his free arm to his aggressor's face where a fist came into contact with a head, and a thumbtack came in contact with flesh. in response to the angel's cry of pain, more sets of wings started to pour into his cell. by the sound of it, the thumbtack probably found a home in someone's eye, and kellan didn't look back to access the damage he had inflicted. although the skinny boy was quick, he could only kick, jab, and elbow so many before he was overpowered in a whirr of fists and feathers. in the same moment that kellan had reached the entryway, his back was struck with a heavy black baton, and he fell down on one knee. the angels were quick to retaliate, swiftly constraining him by his arms while others took a turn at returning his punches. they part dragged, part walked him to a girl with a cuff on her wrist, linking his own hand to hers in the moments that came.

before he could have made any more protests, his body was thrown in the air like a ragdoll, bumping into everything in his wake. later did he realize that the girl he had been cuffed to was an angel as the two were engulfed in her velvety blue wings. he was so busy judging the freckly face before him that he almost didn't even notice her mumble an apology. someone could almost see the gears that were ticking in his head: was this girl an enemy or was she just another unfortunate test subject? judging from the harsh shove she had just received, he figured that she'll be his friend... for now. "follow my lead" he muttered as he slowly started to unfold her feathery appendages and helped her up. all was calm for a moment until he abruptly grabbed her cuffed wrist with his linked hand, and ran, dragging her with him. for any angel that stood in his way, he indiscriminately rammed into them to clear his path. with his linked arm firmly clamped onto the girl's wrist, kellan used the other to knock down anything in his way, creating a harder trail for his pursuers to follow. as he made his way across the winding maze of hallways, it was seldom that he ever looked back, and when he did, he supposed that his partner was hopefully doing okay. for the time being, they were having a pretty easy escape. to kellan's surprise, he didn't even have to pick any locks to gain passage. right, left, left, and the pattern was repeated a couple times for every corner he hit. in no time, he found an emergency exit, and took no hesitation opening door that lead to the gigantic rubble heap that was once new york city. tugging on the blue-feathered angel's wrist once more, he bolted into the familiar debris, only stopping until he and the girl were far away enough not to get spotted.

"the name's kellan by the way" he exhaled, his lungs felt like they were on fire from so much running, and there was a stinging pain across his cheek. the adrenaline he had a minute ago was going away, but at least his feathery friend looked like she kept up with him fine. in the ten minutes he took to catch his breath, he found it peculiar that no alarms had went off, not even the one to the emergency exit. no one ran out after them, no search parties either. how fortunate were the two to not run into any locked doors, or even fight someone? surely they would have been caught. unless "those angels that were behind us, they weren't chasing us were they? they were herding us out" he murmured, taking a step away to get a defensive stance from the angel. that would explain why he was running in a pattern earlier.

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xxxxx"Follow my lead." the boy murmured through feathers. Laurette didn't know whether or not he could be trusted, but she nodded her head in agreement. He looked innocent enough, with warm eyes and concentration etched into his brow beneath the layer of grime from the time spent in that cell. Plus, he was offering her a way out of sorts, or at least that's what the angel had assumed. What was there left for her to do? What other choice did she have?

xxxxxLaurette hadn't been expecting the long nimble fingers that ran through her wings after that. The feeling was sordid. Her wings twitched as hands pushed them aside. They were too sensitive, the feeling too wrong and intimate despite him practically shoving at them in his slow effort to unfold the appendages. She said nothing though, taking his actions with the grain of salt they deserved, accepting the strong hand he offered in order to pull her up.

xxxxxFor a moment it was just the two of them. They stood in silence faced at each other, the other angels who had once loomed over them like first time parents now settled farther off in the distance behind them. The boy was thinking. He looked completely adrift in thought. The angel was tempted to raise a gentle little hand to his face and gently smooth over the scrunched line of his brow. He would earn wrinkles and nothing more, squishing his face like that. On the verge of following through with her thoughts, she'd almost missed the glint in his eye before he'd abruptly wrapped his own hand around her cuffed wrist and suddenly pulled. The angel had panicked minutely until it was clear that the boy had only tugged her into motion. They were only running, Laurette clumsily while the boy bound gracefully but sporadically through the halls. She had stupidly feared the boy pulled her in order to strangle her or kill her in some horrible way that she had no business pondering. She had feared maybe the boy had realized that she was possibly every other angel that had tormented him. And god had she been wrong.

xxxxxEither the young man was brave or stupid, Laurette couldn't decide as she was dragged quickly behind him. He was brash, forcing any angel that stood in their way to the ground with the heft of his shoulder. He put no thought into the twisted hallways and vacant rooms the two occupied as they made their great escape. He certainly lacked consideration for the angel he was attached to, offering her no clue as to where they were going or what they were doing. He ignored her, other than the occasional shift of his grip around her wrist. Maybe that was what made him brave, the angel decided in silence.

xxxxxOnce they were out in the open, enveloped in the warmth of New York City's finest and only sun, Laurette let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't even realized she'd been holding her breathe, something she often did in high stress situations. The two didn't stop running though. The boy kept their pace brutally constant as they dashed through the city's wreckage.

xxxxxThe angel stared on in awe at the sight of the leftover city whilst passing by. Sure, she had seen it crumble, she'd been present for that, but it didn't change the fact that all that remained were crumbling skyscrapers and mountains of debris that was forever changing. Nothing was the same as it had been the last time she'd passed through. Wind swept dirt and dust had settled against concrete skeletons, windows shattered almost everywhere she dared to look, and life was void. It was marvelous in its desolation.

xxxxx"The name's Kellan by the way" the boy, no Kellan, exhaled. They'd finally stopped fleeing, apparently reaching a both Kellan approved and considerable amount of distance from the old hotel they'd been kept in. Gazing at him lazily, the angel realized once again that he was human, and that there was no doubt he was exhausted. Laurette didn't really know how to remedy his ailments; As an angel, her health was exceptional and no amount of running could tire her out.

xxxxx"Well," the girl exclaimed, rubbing the reddened, tender flesh of her wrist, "I'm Laurette." And she was. Kellan though, didn't seem to be listening to her. He was preoccupied yet again, glancing around them asif he was worried they'd been followed. They clearly hadn't.

xxxxx"Those angels that were behind us, they weren't chasing us were they?" the human asked, turning back towards Laurette, "They were herding us out." She supposed he'd meant for that to sound like a question too, but instead his words were nothing more than a dry statement.

xxxxx"I suppose." she mumbled, pushing her free hand through the tangled mess of her hair. She wished she could do the same for her wings, the knotted bunches of feathers each a separate heavy weight against the appendages. They were bothering her. She could feel them but couldn't reach them, especially the ones that had settled deep into the fine little feathers of her scapulars. Back home, and lacking handcuffs, Laurette at least had the time to struggle with herself, trying to untangle what ever might distract her. But now? She was attached to a human and she couldn't find the excess strength needed to wrangle her wings into submission. And on top of it all, her left shoulder and wing were both still a painful mess from connecting with the wall earlier.

xxxxxDropping the eternal issue of her lousy blue wings, the girl turned again towards the skyline. What were they supposed to do now? What was the point of all this? She knew there were other groups, but were they all released together? Or were Laurette and Kellan alone? It seemed cruel to shackle a pair together and then leave them to fend for themselves, but Laurette knew her kind. They could be merciless and cruel. And knowing her own species disliked her to begin, it would make perfect sense if they'd thrown Laura into an exaggerated situation. Meaning Kellan had been basically screwed from the start after that man had latched them together.

xxxxxDread suddenly crept into her stomach, causing the angel's heart rate to promptly increase. She had basically screwed Kellan over. He could have been given a better chance with a different angel and she'd taken that away. She'd already decided the poor boy's fate for him.

xxxxx"Oh god. Oh no." she groaned. "We have to get these handcuffs off. It's imperative we get these handcuffs off. As soon as possible." she rambled, reaching down to tug at the restraints. They rubbed her skin raw, becoming worse with her insistent pulling, but the pain was muted. She made sure not to pull too hard on Kellan's side, afraid of damaging the human. She only pulled forcibly on her cuff. Just hers.

xxxxx"Maybe if i call forth Hallucinosis." the angel brainstormed, still picking at the metal. "But wouldn't that be too easy? Wouldn't they have assumed i'd try that? Can I even try that at all? He may be too dull though. Not sharp enough to slice through the flimsy metal, but then again, maybe he isn't." Laurette mumbled, beginning to pace back and forth across the empty city street. But she stopped the frustrated movement almost as quickly as she begun it, realizing she'd been tugging Kellan along with her. Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. This was going to be so much harder than she'd thought.