An idea that has been sturring in my head for a couple days.
Blood Angel
She was held down in Impel Down. Chained off the ground in a star fish position. A thick sea stone collar around her neck as she breathed deeply. The other level six prisoners could only hear the soft, shallow breathe of the inmate. Short hair that looked like a weed wacker had gone through it was a dull red-black that was uneven lengths and rough textures. The prisoners outfit has been ripped away at various spots exposing her tone stomach, long and athletic legs, toned arms and a binded chest. But even the black wrappings around her chest were tinted a dark red. Bare feet to reveal clawed feet and her hands, slacked in the cuff chains, sporting their own long claws. Up on her head two straight horns were chipped and cracked, looking about ready to fall off. On her back two wings of dull red feathers and duller scales were stretched out forcefully by hooked chains that dug into them. The wings would give twitches here and then that would rattle the chains slightly before stilling.
"Prisoner Number 254679000. A.k.a; Blood Trap." A guard called out and eyes snapped open and focused instantly on the speaker. "It is time." Bright golden eyes, no pupils of eye whites present, blinked slowly before falling close again. Soon the chains holding her off the ground released and she was sent tumbling down, the collar making her hit head first. There was a strangled gulp of air that echoed in the level as others looked over to see the figure that was being held up in the shadows of its cell. All felt their eyes either widen a fraction or completely. Blood Trap's wings spasmed up the air as she arched her back out, as the sound of forced gasps reached their ears. Soon it stopped and the body laid flat as the wide wing spanned wings fell down flat on wither side of her. The only indication of any life was the soft shallow breathes. Unlike before these ones seemed more in tired relief than of pain.
Go...
Golden eyes snapped open again as she noted the gaurds making their way closer.
Go...The next is waiting for you...
She was hauled up and then forcefully dragged put. The voice in her head continuing on telling her that she needs to go. That the next one was waiting. She knows she has to follow that voice but knew even better she had to wait.
She soon found herself kneeling down and chained down to prevent any of her movement. She had her eyes open as she watched the den den mushi snail record and most probably broadcasting the execution. But she didnt need that. She stared deeply into the snails eyes and soon it closed its eyes, put to sleep. She needs to leave.
She released a loud eagle call as she threw her head back and her wings flared open. Old feathers were shredded off in the action and flew around the air as new ones instantly replaced them. She broke the chains with a pull before her wings shuddered, flashed and then slip into two more. Now four wings spread out and knocked the guards that were close off the execution deck.
"Dont let it get away!" The yell sent everyone to their positions and soon a wave of sea stone bullets flew through the air toward her. Before they could hit her, her wings stuck right out from behind her.
"Athos Lock..." She spoke in a mix of two voices. One powerful and baritone, the other light and melodic. One pair of wings flared up and locked in their out stretched position while the other two covered her entire body from the assault. The locked pair turned a dazzling gold and shone brightly. The yells of orders and guns never stopping. "Shatter Key..." Her shielding wings stretched put before her and deflected most of the embedded bullets back to the attackers. With satisfying screams of shock and pain her second pair of wings flared up and rested just below the locked ones. They started glowing a bright bluish white and raised up. With a sickening crack the wings bent in the wrong joint movement of normal wings and she blinked out of sight, a slight puddle of blood and feathers left in her wake.
Hope you enjoyed!