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"Can the Noah inside us cry?" asked a curly haired man who was sitting next to a girl with spiky hair wearing expensive looking gothic clothes. The man was wearing a fancy white dress shirt and his looks screamed sheer "nobility". From his eyes flowed a steady stream of tears. Tears that he did not know why he was shedding in the first place.

"Aha! That may be so, Tyki. I guess Noahs can cry." She replied. Lowering the book she was reading from her face and letting it rest on her lap revealing a steady stream of tears flowing from her golden eyes as well.

BANG! The door was suddenly kicked off its hinges violently and two figures entered the room.

"Rhode, you have tissue?" asked one of the two people who just entered. He had dark spiky hair that looked like it never met a comb in all its life. He was wearing a long black fur-lined coat over a white tank top that read "DIE" in the boldest letters ever and some really tight leather pants that had a way shorter left pant leg.

"Wow." marveled the man called Tyki, "Your tears are black!"

"Stupid Tyki!"

"Our make-up is running, hii!" exclaimed the other of the pair that just entered. He had on almost the same type of clothing as the other person but his pant legs were of equal length and he was wearing a fur-lined vest that showed much of his chest instead. His hair was golden and very shiny and beautiful. His mouth looked as though it was stitched and he had an antenna with a glowing ball at the tip.

"Fifteen year old BOYS shouldn't wear make-up" Tyki pointed out.

"Fuck you, Tyki! We'll kill you!" cried Debitto as he gave Tyki the finger.

"Yeah! Kill you, hii!" said Jasdero giving Tyki TWO dirty fingers.

Rhode threw a towel at them to shut them both up.

"So Skin died, huh?" said Tyki.

"Skin was the child of Noah carrying "Wrath". Your "Pleasure", Jasdero and Debitto's "Bonds" and my "Dreams" are not as intense as his. Once he saw an exorcist, he just couldn't help but kill him." explained Rhode.

"Sweet tooth did have some violent mood swings." said Debitto.

"He was a difficult Noah to understand, hii!" agreed Jasdero.

"What happened anyway?" asked Debitto.

"He went berserk on the general he was supposed to be watching. Unfortunately, he was accompanied by other exorcists at the time and he got himself killed by one of them." said Rhode.

"We're missing one Noah then. What will happen to the Earl's plans?" said Tyki.

"It will stay the same, Tyki-pon~" said a fat-man with a ridiculous big-ass hat who just entered. He stared at the wreck that was the door before the twins came and looked to the group. "And who do I thank for the lovely alteration of my ark? "

The twins were out of the room before Jasdero could say "-hii".

'I'll deal with them later~' thought the Earl as he took a seat next to Rhode. "We will just have to be patient and wait for the child of Wrath's body to be reborn~" said the Earl, his grin stretching from ear to ear and his feet swinging to and fro.

Elsewhere. .

A fifteen year old girl stood wide-eyed at the scene before her. What used to be a homeless shelter that she had put up now looked like the inside of a blender where a tomato was blended. Blood was everywhere and the occasional chunk of flesh that was a human appendage was littered around. In the midst of it all were seven men –hired thugs from the looks of them.

Her bandaged head had been throbbing with pain for weeks but seeing what the men had done made it throb AND burn. Blood oozed from the identical wounds that the bandage covered -staining her blonde bangs with red. Tears flowed from her bright blue eyes –not because of fear but because of fury.

"Isn't she the one we ain't supposed to hurt, boss?" whispered one of the thugs.

"I know, dumbass," he replied "but she's seen too much -WAY too much. She can turn us in, y'know?"

Angel closed her eyes. She knew who these men were and who sent them. She just couldn't believe that THIS was actually happening. 'How could they?'

A gun cocked and her eyes snapped open. "Nothing personal, sweetheart." said the thug and he pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the doorframe as Angel was pulled out of harm's way and dragged up a staircase.

"Shit! You left some alive, you morons!" cursed the boss "After 'em!"

click

The hidden door to the Funds Room was locked as soon as Angel and her savior were inside. The man put a finger to his lips to motion to Angel to keep quiet. There were several people in the room –majority of them were elderly men and women. All of them looked extremely frightened.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thank God some of them are safe.'

"Good job, Stanley." she whispered to the man. The man was in his mid-fifty's and he gave a nod of thanks to Angel. "Let's stay here until they leave. Hopefully, they won't find us."

Heavy foot steps thundered by and they passed the secret door. The entire crowd held their breaths and breathed out the moment danger had passed. Angel crawled to the group that was huddled over away from the door and she hugged the elderly people and reassured them that they were all going to get out of there alive.

'They didn't deserve this.' Angel thought as she wiped a tear off of one of the old ladies' faces. She ran a shelter for the homeless. Most of the homeless that she picked up were really just victims of war or elderly parents of ungrateful kids who grew up and threw them out when they became old and useless.

"I'm the one they want." she told Stanley. Stanley was a veteran of war whose home and family he lost to a fire while he was abroad and fighting for the country. He was mute. "I'll lure them elsewhere while you lead everyone to safety."

"No." said one of the old men who lived in the shelter. "You took us in when nobody else did. You made us see hope. YOU were our hope. You gave us a second chance in life and if we gave you up to them then we would have lost. We stay alive and fight together, Miss."

Stanley and the others nodded in agreement. Angel gave a warm and tearful smile and whispered "Thanks."

CRASH!

"NO PLEASE!" said a voice from the outside. Angel knew this voice. 'Shit! The rat I caught trying to steal from us the other day'

"I DUNNOW! I REALLY DUNNOW!"

"We had a deal, boy. Now, tell us where they hid!" said the gruff voice of the boss. "'coz if ya' really dunnow." The gun was cocked.

"WAIT!" he pleaded, "I-I KNOW. . . I-I think they're. ."

Silence.

A barrage of bullets suddenly went through the door that hid the entrance to the Funds Room. Stanley, who had his ear pressed to the door, fell to the floor dead -his blood splashing on Angel's form.

Angel froze. Her head was splitting and she could see visions of blood and fire and hell flash before her eyes. The thugs kicked the door open as the people in the room started screaming and wailing.

"Miss." said the boss and he and his thugs aimed the gun at Angel and fired. Angel was suddenly covered in a mass of bodies. Everyone in the room tried to shield her with their bodies. "No. . ." was all she could say. Her head was killing her and whole body was red as she was literally bathed in the blood of the people she fought so hard to keep alive.

"Miss. . ." said the old man from before, "Run. Leave us here. I pray that our sacrifice can give you a second chance too. Like how you have given that to us. ." He died with a serene smile on his face.

"!" screamed Angel as the thugs fired another wave of bullets at her. This time they made contact with her body and she fell.

Her breathing came in sharp and ragged breaths. She did not feel pain but rather relief. The pain and visions in her head were gone and she felt the wounds from the gunshots closing up.

A thug came to check on her and saw her still breathing. That was the last thing he ever saw. A fist slammed into the thug's face and his head exploded. Blood rained over the room and the rest of the men were shocked.

There stood Angel –covered in blood yet seemingly unharmed.

The boss ordered them to open fire at her but the bullets had no effect on her at all. She made short work of the thugs that destroyed all she ever cared for. None of them were recognizable or had complete body parts after she was through with them. Her body was still coated in blood as she walked down the stairs and out of the building. It had been raining since she entered the building.

The bullet wounds began closing themselves up again but stopped when she stepped outside and the rain washed away all the crimson. Angel looked at her hands, her legs and her bare shoulders. Her skin was no longer flesh colored but a healthy-looking gray. Her hair, which was originally blonde, was now revealed to be a shiny midnight black after the rain rinsed all the blood off.

"Good evening to you, my dear~" said a rather plump man wearing a silly hat and a pink pumpkin-headed umbrella. He started walking towards her with open arms. Angel just stared at him but something inside her made her feel extremely happy to see the man. She smiled at him. She felt like this man was going to take her to a better place. She collapsed into his arms. He was so soft and squishy.

"Hai~ Hai~ Your transformation is finally complete~ I've come to take you home, my beautiful Noah~" said the plump man with tears of joy streaming down his grinning face.

The Child of Noah's Wrath had been reborn.

A/N: Uhh. . Hi. . This is like my first story so if anyone has any advice, encouraging words or constructive criticism to give then please do. . Jasdebi rule! Oh and if anybody can give me any hints on how to format properly that'll be much appreciated. . X3