Corruption of Angels
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A/N: Hello! Okay I was worried about this story about this at first but I'm having fun with this. I'm really trying to fit every character in here so I hope you like it!
Chapter Two: Shaken Dreams
He can't remember a time when he saw the sun or felt warmth on his skin. He can't even remember a time when he felt something other than pain. He doesn't know how long it's been since he was dragged into the darkness. Long enough that he can't remember his name.
M'gann is the only good thing he knows anymore. It's strange that she is the one to show him kindness when others, humans, have shown him no such thing.
He tries to wrap his wings around himself but it is in vain. His wings are shattered, broken and bent. There is no way to use them without pain. There is no repair for them and there is no hope for him. So he tries to sleep but even when he does it's plagued with pain.
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Wally's room has little in it, a desk, some books and paper, a night table and a bed. Simplistic. He sits at the desk staring at his scripture but not a word of it is getting passed his eyes. His mind is fogging and soon he drifts.
The sound of empty footsteps. He watches the Abbot, Ra, walks down a Hallway he has never seen. His long robs drag against the damp stone floor as he strides down the corridor. Now he sees others behind him, all in robs, but not the ones Wally is used to.
They walk into a dark, high chamber, lit by black candles. The men enter and he sees a small winged figure chained and shaking. Ra approaches him with a dagger, with strange writing on it. He grabs the figure, a young boy, by the hair and drags the dagger along his chest carving the strange writing into his skin. He screams out in pain.
It goes on, horrible things and in the corner a girl he knows as Meagan is sobbing.
Wally shots off his desk with a cry. Tears are rolling down his cheeks. That boy, that poor, beautiful boy, screaming and crying in pain. It felt so real. But it couldn't be.
Ra Al Ghul, the leader of the monastery has always seemed like a great man to Wally. Harsh at times but never cruel. No that couldn't be real. Still it stings in his mind, haunting him.
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Conner Kent sits quietly in the chapel of the monastery. He doesn't truly believe in any of this, with a father who can barely stand to look at him, he's never had a reason to. Not the only reason he comes here is for the chance to see her.
Conner doesn't know her name; he just knows she lives here. There's something about her, she's so beautiful, with a kind smiles. But underneath her smile, her eyes always look so sad. He wants to reach to reach out to her, but he can hardly control his own rages and the last thing he wants to do is hurt her, like he does to everyone else.
And there she is, lighting the candles at the altar. Her soft hair drapes onto her shoulders. She's not a noun so he wonders why it is she lives here. She lightly dusts her hair aside and blows out the candle. She moves to leave the chapel when a red headed male approaches her. Conner feels envy burn deep inside him.
"Meagan," Wally approaches the girl a heavy frown set one his usually happy face.
"Yes," M'gann asks. Wally scuffs his foot on the stone floor and lets out a noise of frustration.
"Listen this is going to sound insane," Wally looks down. "I had a dream."
"About what," M'gann asks confused.
"I had a dream about…father Ra torturing a boy with wings," Wally says. "And you were there crying…does that mean something to you?"
M'gann drops the candle in her hands as her eyes go wide and fill with tears. She gives a small sob and runs out of the chapel. Wally blinks in confusion and then a loud voice.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HER?"
A fist collides with Wally's nose and he's on the ground. Wally stares up at a thick, muscular, black haired boy glaring down at him. Wally feels blood drip from his nose.
"What in God's name was that for," Wally demands wiping blood on his sleeve.
"You made her cry," the boy snarls. Wally blinks.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Wally cries out. Conner blinks his blue eyes before he offers Wally a hand.
"I'm sorry," Conner growls. "I just really care about her…."
"Really," Wally asks smiling crookedly. "You like Megan?" Conner frowns.
"I never knew her name till now," he admits. "I'm sorry about punching you."
"It's fine," Wally says. "And I'm pretty much required to turn the other cheek. I should clean this up, but you should talk to her. It would probably make her day." Wally moves out of the chapel and down one of the halls. He stops suddenly noticing a painting on the wall. He turns and looks at it.
The image shows a crowd of men surrounding a winged boy. Some of them are stabbing him with spears; the others are ripping his wings off. Wally's throat closes up and tears burn at his eyes. With a shaking hand he reaches out and touches the painting. A chill goes up his spine and he swears to god he hears someone screaming.