Disclaimer: I don't anything from Super Robot Monkey Team; not one of any character is under my possession.

I came back home a while ago. We went back home by car (tropical storm, hurricane coming!). That and my parents hate using planes! So it was a llllooooonnnnnngggggggg car ride home! But I'm back and that's all that matters! So, let's get on with a-possibly-bad story. Depends on what you guys say.

Mega thanks to saphirephantom197 for the idea. I hope you don't mind sapphire but I changed the plot. So this story is dedicated to you... and to Em Rib! You two way better writers than me!

Anyway, on with the story! (eat ramen)

Sapphire: WHAT IS WITH YOU AND RAMEN!

Darren: Yeah, really...

Me: MY RAMEN (runs away)

Darren: (sigh) anyway, let's read! (By the way, I'm from Cirque Du Freak)

Sapphire: (I'm a soon to be OC for that book!)

Feet skidded across the wet pathway. The woman held the young one close. Her short, raven hair was flowing freely. The tattered, sepia dress she wore was now covered with mud and blood.

From far away, she could hear the group of people shout," Get her and take the boy!" The shout belonged to a soldier.

The soldiers are a group of people. Cruel, vile, and black hearted people. They carry out the orders of their general. The general is the most black hearted. Possibly heartless. It is unknown to everyone; strike the soldiers, to whom he, or she, may be. The soldiers are known to a very few. The soldier who shouted caused the woman to quicken her pace and held the young child tighter and closer then ever.

The child's head with squeezed to her chest. The boy looked up at the woman. His small, fragile face featuring fear, doubt, and…slight happiness. She sensed his sapphire eyes looking up at her and looked down. She smiled sweetly. "Don't worry," she began, "you won't be going back to that hell!" The toddler smiled back and her. He held onto her tightly.

The woman took a turn; hoping it would lead to her salvation. But the twists on the pathway of fate are unpredictable. At times it helps the people on it to a rich, savory and delicious path. Although, for most, it takes the path of harshness and termination. Taking the turn she sees…fate turned against her.

She was trapped in a dead end, and right now, the name was being used well! The woman turned around and found the soldiers blocking her only escape. One of the soldiers-large and bald-stepped up and sighed. "Now Sylvia," he referred the woman as," give us the boy and we will spare you."

Sylvia held the boy even tighter, making the young on closer to her chest. A gasp of air escaped his lips when he opened one of his eyes to see soldiers everywhere. He hid his face into Sylvia's chest. "No; you won't take him. I-I won't let you!" The soldier grunted in displeasure.

"You know you're making this harder than it has to be. Just hand that little brat over and we'll be on our way!" Sylvia's reply was backing up to the wall. The small boy looked over to the soldiers; his icy blue eyes piercing into their flesh. He was completely aware of the consequence to him going back.

"Sylvia," He said soothingly to her, with his eyes still glued to the soldiers," give me over to them…" Sylvia looked surprised. Looking down to the boy, she was about to ask why, but was answered by his hidden, sly smile. She nodded and put the boy down.

The child was wearing nothing but a large white shirt and boxers underneath. Barefoot, he took small steps towards the soldiers. Sylvia turned away, her back facing the soldiers. She hid her small smile.

The soldiers lowered their weapons-along with their guard- and began to approach the boy. The closest of the soldiers bent down and held her hand out to the little one. Her features were plain: pale skin, brown hair, and grey eyes. About to take his hand, the boy clasped his hands together, as if sending a prayer, and began to mutter a strange language.

Confused by the child's action, the female soldier stood up. She looked over to the others only to see they to had the same confused expression. About to speak up, the soldier was cut off by a sickening, sprouting sound. She turned around to see the boy on his knees. A bulge was sprouting out of his back. He screamed in pain as wings came out. Wings! White, angelic wings.

Immediately, the soldier's guard began to rise as the child ran/flew back to Sylvia. He took her hand and lifted her off her feet. The two flew past the soldiers at lightning speed. Sylvia smirked. She turned to the soldiers, and gave them the finger. The soldiers grew furious and started to run after the pair. "Get them!" Yelled the bald soldier.

Sylvia and the angelic child were soaring in the inky, night sky. The child was enjoying the cool breeze of the autumn air. Passing trees, his wings flapping every so often, to avoid falling to certain death. He could still hear the soldiers heavy steps and grunts. The streets were quiet, save for the soldiers steps and the flapping of wings. The little one kept flying, only faster.

He remembered the torture they inflicted on him. Experiments, injected with needles everyday, locked in a cell-like a zoo animal-and the nights wishing for an end to this torment. Nights waking from horrid dreams, screaming. Some even dreamless, if he was lucky.

A child of heaven was he. Living among the angels. Playing with others; laughing, enjoying every moment of time. Heaven is indescribable. Nothing to could match up with its beauty and prosperity.

At sometime or another, an angel is chosen to leave and...inspect the non-angels (humans and/or aliens). Study their behavior and report when a Fallen supposedly die. It takes time, but the reports are made. For this one, he couldn't make his report a nice one.

The boy cringed at the next part of the memory. Apparently, humans figured out that Fallen-which is what angels called themselves when they have...fallen-come down, and learned how to track them.

Fortunately, they could never catch a Fallen so easily, seeing that they are given extraordinary power and could flee easily. Though, this particular Fallen was by far the youngest of the Fallen to leave. Capturing him was child's play. For the past year, his life was nothing but a living hell!

The boy looked down to his passenger. The two smiled sweetly at each other. The child looked into Sylvia's blazing orange eyes. He was so thankful she was here.

Sylvia was a soldier, possibly one of the most cruelest and vile of them all. She beat him when he wouldn't stop his piercing cries of pain when a needle was injected.Waking up from nightmares, she'd always and tell him to shut up before she beats the stuffing out of him. She used to never have guilt consume her; always continued with her harsh words and her horrid threats.

That all changed after one faithful night...

The boy sat close to the window of his cell, staring out into the darkness of the night. Cicadas sang beautifully; completely in perfect harmony. Sylvia passed his cell and looked curiously at the boy. "What are you doing now you little brat?"

The toddler shrugged. He was hugging his knees while enjoying the features of the shadows around the outside world. Sylvia was a bit curious to see what was so interesting about the night. Cautiously, she entered his cell (no one was around, she was the one on guard duty that night).

Nothing happened. The child stayed where he was and continued staring out into the night sky.

Sylvia sat next to him-the angry face she always had around him still on her face. Looking out the window, she gasped. From his cell, she could see the lake and all its beauty. The moonlight reflecting its light on the water; sparkling magnificently, the water captured her interest.

She looked to the little one and saw he was still looking at the lake. It is beautiful, she thought. Silence for a few moments. "You're right..." The boy said, startling the soldier and breaking the silence. "It's amazing..."

"How did you..."

He shrugged again. His eyes drooped as he let out a small yawn. For once in her life, Sylvia smiled at the child. The boy caught the smile and gave her one too. Sylvia felt something she never felt before in her heart...

...Love. She wondered why she was so harsh to the boy, what did he do? Fall from Heaven? That's nothing to treat someone so poorly. In her heart, along the lines of love, she felt...guilt. Being harsh and abusive to the child, threatening him, why did she do those things.

It is your duty. Said the soldier in her. He means nothing, only that we study him longer and give him over to the general.

"No..." Was all she said. It was soft, so the child heard nothing but the cicadas from outside.

You know your place, this child means nothing but power! Leave that stupid emotion out and-

"Silence!" She screamed in her mind. The voice of the soldier in her faded away, seeing that this was going to lead to some stupid argument.

The boy rubbed his eye with his knuckle and yawned once more. Sylvia smiled once more and wrapped an arm around the boy. "Sleep, you'll be fine..." The young ones eye's were half way closed as he snuggled into her arm.

He drifted off into sleep. It captured him in its grasp and was finally given a dream. No nightmare tonight, only the sweety serenity of a peaceful slumber. Sylvia smiled and picked the boy up. She placed him on top of his bed and left the cell. Poor child....

She closed and locked the cell. Sylvia changed after that. She wanted to help the angel. She wanted to give him freedom...

...She began to plot his escape.

Days of planning. Sylvia acted motherly to the little angel. She treated him with care. Even one night she fell asleep in the same bed with him; protecting him from nightmares.

Unfortunately, the other soldiers figured out that she was plotting against them. Sylvia lost her post and was sent away from the boy. That was not even close to stopping her.

Tonight, she finally went with her plan. Sylvia crept into the head quarters, took the boy and the chase started.

Security is their most powerful section in the head quarters. Soldiers went after them. Carried guns and swords with them. They weren't going to lose the child this easily.

Sylvia looked up to the child and asked,"Aren't you tired?" The child smiled.

"Heck no!" The pair laughed together. The child would have continued and would begin a conversation with his savior, if it wasn't for the sound of a gun firing. A bullet went through the little one's right wing. He screamed and let go of Sylvia. They began to fall.

Pain swept through the boy when a second bullet was shot at his ankle. Pain. Searing, crimson red...pain.

"Sylvia!" He reached out for her but his attempts were futile, she was a far distance from him.

Sylvia was scared. Not for her sake, but for the sake of the boy. She stretched out her hand and screamed.

"No...CHIRO!"

Sapphire eyes snapped open in the darkness of the small room. Sweat all over his body. Quivering. Breathing raggedly. Clutching his chest...

...Chiro wakes up...

So, what'cha think? Is it good or bad? Should I continue? Should I-

Darren: Should you stop asking questions?!

Me: HEY! Anyway, Read and please leave a review! No flames!