Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters or settings, any new characters sprang from the twisted little world inside my head. I have nothing of value so suing me would be a waste of both my time and yours.
Warning: The first two chapters will be pretty tame, but later chapters will deal with stuff like suicide and rape. While I won't go into real detail people who are disturbed be stuff like that should use caution. I figure the story is rated PG13/R.
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The Blade and Angel Saga: Prologue
By Jcdracon
Copyright Jcdracon all rights reserved
In the Chicago twilight a darkened figure stood, Lengthening shadows hiding her from those she watched below. She had chosen her position well, from her perch on the roof of a small office building she could see and hear everything as the workers diligently cleared away the rubble that was all that was left of Limburger Tower.
A cold smile graced her face as she thought of the place that had been an inescapable prison for the last six years now reduced to a pile of gravel. From the scene beneath her a small spindly man could be seen running and ducking as his large commander chased him, alternately throwing insults and large pieces of wreckage at him while he attempted to beg for mercy. Ah, dear doctor Karbunckle odd how he didn't look nearly as intimidating with out the bars of her cage separating them. And Limburger, why he looked like the blustering blowhard he was now that she wasn't drugged and writhing in agony.
Her fist tightened around the hilt of her dagger, the fading light catching on the sharp, curved blade that was her namesake. It would be easy, so easy to swoop down on them and make them pay for what they had done. But not yet, first they had to suffer, as she and the others had suffered, two lives for fourteen that was fair, wasn't it? Yes they would pay, just not quite yet.
The cool wind picked up and ruffled jet colored bangs, blowing them into hard emerald eyes. Eyes that had looked into the depths of hell and seen that it was not fiery and hot but instead sterile and cold. They were the eyes of a hunter, a survivor.
"B? B are you ok?"
The soft question jerked her out of her reverie. She turned her head and looked at her companion, her friend, her Angel.
"Yeah, as ok as I'll ever be."
"Brooding won't help you know."
"Sorry, the happiness and light thing doesn't work for everyone Ang."
"The bikes are fueled up and ready to go. Someday you're going to have to tell me how you got them out before the roof caved in on our heads."
"Now if I told you everything what would you need me for?"
"Ha. Ha. You're sure they won't know we're gone?"
"Not until it's too late."
"But how will they explain the building just blowing up?"
"They'll blame it on those biker mice they're always talking about, just like always. You ready to ride?"
"Whenever you are."
"Great, let's get out of here."