Hello, this is my first POI fic. Recently I have fallen in love with wingfics so i decided to make one of my own. There are no parings in this story. This is completely AU. I own nothing. Enjoy! and please Reveiw.
J.C
Prologue
The subject lay on a massive cross-shaped table, several leather straps secured him. The observer drew closer to the prisoner. The prisoner was eerily beautiful; his body was tall and muscular and his silvery hair sharply contrasted his pale golden skin. He was divine. He was perfect. Soon he would be what he was so desperately trying to be a surreal protector. An Angel.
Chapter One: Yesterday
John Reese ran pulling the latest number along. The number's name was Caroline Turing. Satisfied that they had momentarily evaded the pursuers, John reached into his pocket for his cellphone. It was gone. Great, no Harold in help him.
Turing pulled his arm. "I know where we are" she panted. "I have a friend nearby. Maybe he'll help us.
Quickly reviewing his short list of current options, John consented to her recommendation. He has a space on Dock Street. They started running again. After running down several blocks and ducking through a dark alley. The pair stood in front of a tall, barb-wired fence surrounding an imposing warehouse. Pausing at the gate, Turing hit the intercom and said "it's me, could you be a guardian angel and open the gate. The heavy locks silently retracted. Caroline wasted no time pushing through the gate and bolting to the building.
Suspicion licked up John's spine, but he ignored it. Swiftly he followed her. The building seemed even more suspicious up close. Turing had approached a strong metal door outfitted with a combination lock and was punching a long string of numbers into the keypad. "My friend is a scientist: the paranoid antisocial kind of scientist" she explained hastily.
Once the door was open she quickly disappeared into the building's dark interior. Despite his increasing unease, John followed. Inside he could barely make out a door, from the faint light leaking around the frame. He noticed that Turing was next to it, and caught up. The inside of the new room was even stranger than the warehouse's exterior. It was large, well-lit, and completely white. The whole room was lined with metal lab tables containing various scientific equipment on the other side of the room was another door. On the table closest to him he could see several diagrams of the skeletal, muscular, and vascular structure…of wings?
Harold was beside himself. John and the POI were in trouble and he had no idea where they were. He couldn't find them... couldn't help them. The old feeling of guilt and helpless crashed down, reminding him of the times before Reese.
The door on the other side of the room opened, and a man strode into their room. The stranger appeared to be in his sixties. He had light skin, straight features, and ghostly gray eyes. He might have been handsome if not for the sinister maniacal gleam in his pale eyes. However, John's apprehensions were cut short as a needle punctured his neck. The confused and wary expression had vanished from Turing's face to be replaced by a predatory grin. Dazed, Reese numbly sank to the floor. The unknown man crouched next to him as the dark edges closed in. "Oh, he's perfect" The madman purred.
This first chapter is the shortest so stay tuned