Nightmares.
Dreams of the past.
The dreadful past.
Flashing images of a small boy running through the woods bare footed, panting and wincing with every step he took on the rough ground. He trips on a rock landing hard scraping his arms and knees. He was stricken with unbearable fear as the other children caught up gathering around the scared boy. He knew what was coming and prepared for the worst.
The boys in the orphanage would always beat me because I was different..
Another flash, the same boy sat on a dirty bed bandaging his injuries. He cried at night till he slept.
They hated my eyes.
They hated my hair.
Eyes that colored of blood. Hair colored of dark raven, are considered demons or other evil beings to them. Humans didn't have both colors in this world.
I thought I was human...
The short raven haired boy played in the sand building what appeared to be a small unperfected castle. His face was slammed down unexpectedly ruining what he created and looked up just to see the boys from before.
Why didn't they stop..?
Why couldn't they have left me alone?
They would have lived..
A woman screamed toward the gruesome sight just as she came out to the backyard. The boy turned to the caretaker, his right hand holding a small black knife dripping in red liquid. Crimson eyes holding no remorse, only rage.
When everyone saw what I had done. I ran.
I knew they were going to kill me.
The nine year old boy stepped back each time the group of angry people grew closer to him and nearer to the edge of the high cliff. He had to two choices; face them knowing he will be beaten to death or jump off probably breaking every bone in his fragile body. He glanced back an forth weighing his options. The boy closed his eyes and leaped plummeting to his death. He waited till he hit the ground expecting great pain however none came. Slowly reopening his eyes he discovered his body floating a few inches above ground. That's when he became aware of the dark bird like wings on his back flapping a bit wobbly for their first time out.
I'm an Angel.
A Dark Angel.
In this world aside from the others, Angels are considered the main enemy to the human race. Angels started a war long time ago. The planet created different kinds of Angels spread all over the continents to defend it from any harm, for it couldn't protect itself. Just as the humans began polluting and destroying the forests everything went to hell from there.
I don't know what happened after.
All I know is, humans still remain alive and Angels have gone into hiding. If one were to be captured...
Well...
Age Sixteen. The teen sat on the cold metal ground glaring daggers at the men in lab coats behind bars. They talked about a new drug capable of doing something effective though he never paid any mind to their chatter until they ordered two guards to open the cage and held him down struggling and screamed just as one of the scientist injected an unknown fluid right into his arm. The insides felt like they were on fire mixed in with acid of some sort, eyes became dilated, hands clenching in pain. His world turned dark after minutes of twisted agony.
They experimented on me for years. Constant testings and forcing me to fight their creations. Finding ways to eliminating supernatural creatures. In their point of view every non-human are nothing more of evil disgusting beings that should not had exist in the first place. If they found a weakness in all of us we'll become extinct for sure.
Nineteen years old. Ash clouded the air and filled his lungs, making just the simple task of breathing difficult. The heat seared his eyes and made them water, the flames barely touching him. He did it. He finally had done it. The people that had kept him here and used him are finally dead every part of the facility he stayed in completely destroyed and engulfed with fire. Parts of his skin regenerated by gun shot and burned wounds. For a moment, he stood, staring into the roaring flames, and burning bodies. What now? And walked from the scene.
What they did to me.. I'm far from what I am now.
I wanted to die.
With every try in killing myself it only ended in failure. I can't age nor die.
There wasn't anything else I can do.
Till one one day I decided. I would become a bounty hunter. I'd hunt wanted supernatural creatures that have caused great number of deaths for a good price on their heads. I didn't want to live off the streets like a homeless person anymore. I needed the money to get my own place and everything else with it.
Over the years I've gotten my own home, my own clothing, self created weapons, done requests for people who were desperate to get rid of certain things and learned more of what I can do.
Everything remained the same for 31yrs.
Yet around the those 31 years there was something missing. A memory blocked in my mind. Something occurred in those years that made no sense. Every part of it was a blur. I went on a mission to kill some kind of beast and after that all I remember is waking up on the snow with blood on my shirt, no wound under them.
I didn't think anything of it.
Till the dreams began forcing themselves inside my mind.
He felt someone's arms wrapped tight around him. Shadow layed on the floor bleeding from a wound to the chest, blood spread tainting his clothes. He is able to see a white hooded figure shedding tears, he couldn't make out the figure, his vision was fading in an out. A gloved hand started caressing his cheek and lowered himself close to the angel whispering something in his ear.
'You're going to live. Please stay with me.'
His lips gently touched Shad's just before his body went limp, darkness took over. That's when he heard the man scream out his name.
Shadow shot straight up from his bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily even with the winter cold outside. His heart pounding. There have been many times when he woke up like this yet not all the dreams were the same, some had him running and fighting along side the mysterious man and others didn't make any sense. Buildings he did not recognize at all. He lowered his body back into a laying position and stared at the ceiling.
'How much longer will I keep seeing this?'
He gazed out the room window. Frost covered the edges of the window and snow fell gently from the dark, clouded sky. Seemed like night by the looks of it. He never bothered to buy a clock nor watch, thinking time meant nothing to him. Sighing he pulled away the smooth silk bed sheets, stepping out of his bed he is stopped by a soft tapping on his front door. Shadow headed down stairs wondering who the uninvited quest was only greeted by the sight of an empty porch. He turned around to go back into his home, however froze in his tracks at the sight of his door. Stuck on the brown door a note. Shad seized the piece of paper and pulled it from his door with one quick tug. He carefully looked around several times, hoping to spot the individual responsible for placing the note.
He returned inside of his home, closing the door behind him. Making his way into the living room and sat down on his couch. Turning on one of the lamps he eyed it carefully. There lay a stamped symbol at the very bottom, It looked to be similar to a v except upside down. There in the middle of the paper written in ink;
'Meet me at Winchester's Bar as soon as you read this.
- F.'
Shadow stepped inside the local bar its scent of alcohol and cigarettes lingered in the air. He despised the stench despite the fact he's grown accustomed to it whenever he came here. Closing the door he searched the room for a particular person to meet him here. His sight landed on a black hooded man right at the very corner waving urging him to come. Everyone else sat doing their own thing. The tv on the counter viewed the news, reporting about another killing or political issues humans can't help bitch about now an days. Frankly he could careless about what this world is coming to. He made his way to the table pulling out a chair and sat down.
The man sitting on the other side wore a black cloak with his hood pulled far down so that he was only allowed see the tip of his nose, a scar on his right side of his lip, a long red scarf around his neck and brown leather gloves. "I am glad you made it. Care for a drink?" He spoke with an accent that sounded familiar but couldn't place it where he heard it before.
"I don't drink.."
The hooded male slightly pouted. "Suit yourself amico" Taking a long swig of his beer bottle.
Shadow crossed his arms against his chest waiting for the stranger to finish. He placed his beer down gently and smirked. "They do not make such great taste from my homeland"
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"That's just like you Shad, always straight to the point"
Shadow frowned at his response.
'He makes it sound as if he knew me..'
"You may call me Firenze."
'Firenze?'
"I know of your expertise in hunting things such as yourself. Although are you be willing to find a special artifact for me?"
"An artifact?"
"Si an artifact that lies benief a lake from a certain forbidden forest."
"The forest of Fenrir.."
Firenze nodded. "I have sent one of my men there months ago to retrieve it. He has not returned since then. I heard rumors of it being cursed to man and only allows the ones who are capable of entering."
Fenrir's forest, its been cursed since the war happened. It is said a large mythical wolf named Fenrir guarded the forest for a very long time it's love for nature knew no bound. Though when the war happened, humans came burning and destroying what it cared for. Fenrir fought them till its last breath and used the remaining power to bring back the forest to life with also putting a curse. Any human going in would be killed or get lost an lose their minds. Fenrir's forest will only accept the ones that are non related humans and respected life around him or her.
"And you want me to go in there and get it for you"
"I'll pay what ever price you ask of me"
"I'm not interes-"
"You've been dreaming of death have you not Shadow?"
Shadow was taken back. "I don't know what you're talking abou-"
Firenze looked down at the empty bottle smiling sadly. "Do you seek the answer to your dreams? or keep on ignoring them?"
'Answer to my dreams..'
"How do you know this..?"
Firenze reached out his gloved hand onto the other's holding it with a loving touch that made the dark angel confused beyond reason. "There are things I cannot explain to you just yet. You would not believe me if I told you the truth behind it. The answers your searching for are in the artifact tesoro mio" Shadow retreated his hand away in distaste. If he was able to see behind the man's hood he could of seen the hurt look he had in his eyes.
"Sigh, Fine I'll do it. You don't have to pay me but I will need an explanation when I get back."
"Very well, you have my word."
Firenze watched Shadow through hooded eyes as he left the bar. He knew he was going to regret it in the end. Yet the angel had to- no.. needed to remember what he'd forgotten. It almost broke his heart to see the man he fell in love with so very long ago not recognize him at all. And when Shadow finds out he won't be at the very least pleased with him, heck he might even hate him for it. Firenze closed his eyes.
'I'll be waiting here for you tesoro mio'
I had to rewrite here and there cause I didn't like the first an other pages I made on this story. I deleted the story Unseened Ally so I can remake it and I didn't know where I was going with it. So I'm fixing it and making it better. Well.. to me at least not many enjoy yaoi romance or ocs in stories. Sides this story is part of a hobby for me and to help me practice writing.