Tick, tick, tick. Hands on the clock dangling on the wall jerked by, its thin hands perfectly in sink with each other. School would end soon, and Dynamis didn't want for that to happen, he really didn't. He dreaded going to his own house. But the worst part, no one actually knew hated going home that much.

Of course teenagers tend to have slight problems at home with puberty and all, but Dynamis really had some issues only the heavens know. Well, maybe they knew. Dynamis didn't really want even the all knowing galaxies and stars to know, if they could know.

If only someone, something, some event could get him out of this mess, but for now, he just stayed silent without a peep about what really happened behind closed doors, behind his normal seeming life, where his sad eyes could appear in their true light.

Tap, tap, tap, Dynamis swiftly drummed his pencil on the wooden desk anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. Tick, tick, tick, Dynamis' advanced angel hearing could hear the clock's sounds, and when I say he can hear every tick, he can hear every tick.

It's all timed perfectly. The clock, Dynamis' mind, the school schedule, all of it timed perfectly. His head resting on the desk, he's paying attention, but Dynamis is more focused on what would happen at home.

His father started to become even more violent than usual in the last few days. His father started to yell more, hit him more, drink more, overall, strike more fear in Dynamis. Blue eyes took a three second glance at the clock. School would have dismissal in five minutes and three second, three minutes and two seconds, three minutes and one second, three minutes.

More second ran by. Two minutes until the bell rang. One minute. Thirty second. Ring! School's over. Goodbye school, hello abusive home. Dynamis really have this urge to just run away, but the police would find him. If he went to the police for help, his father would kill him. If he told anyone, his father would kill him. If he went to his friends for help, his father would kill him.

Or at least threaten to kill him. Dynamis didn't want take the chance. His father can and will carry out any thing he said he would. He wanted to die, but not in the hands of his father, not in a brutally violent, gruesome way. He wanted a painless, quick death.

But he had to live, because he had someone to live for, he had plenty of someones to live for. He had his friends, he had Rago, and he had himself. He couldn't die now. If he died, all his friends would feel so much devastation, so much sorrow, and Dynamis really didn't want people mourning over him.

He had a difficult time even imagining what would happen if he died. Heavy thoughts flooded his mind, thoughts someone as young as him shouldn't think about, some things no one could think about.

"Dynamis! School is out!" the teacher yelled making Dynamis jumped up a little and scamper out the room with his backpack behind him. He sprinted outside the school, and stopped. He stood there completely still in front of the school staring at it, staring at his hopeless situation people had no clue about, them all in this school.

Dynamis looked over at his shoulder. Rago stood there with his friends. Rago's demon-human hybrid friends glared at Dynamis dangerously. As the only angel-human hybrid at school, Dynamis didn't really know other angel-human hybrids besides his father, and Dynamis didn't really like that fact.

"Hey! What do you want?!" a demon-human shouted across the field to Dynamis beating his wings in threatening posture. Rago elbowed the demon-human hybrid that shouted to Dynamis glaring making the demon-human hybrid Rago elbowed widen his eyes in confusion.

"What?" the friend that got glared at shrugged. Rago glared again making everyone else in the group shutter back in fear giving Dynamis just enough time to dash away as Rago stormed off, literally. Hey, the weather sometimes reflect powerful hybrid's emotions. That would explain the constant wave of rain that hit the town when Dynamis moved in.

Dynamis always secretly felt a little gloomy, and that would reflect in the gloomy weather. Lightning suddenly flashed in the seconds ago clear sky that soon cleared off as Rago got further away from the site of the lightning and thunder bringing the weather with him.

The angel-human hybrid giggled at Rago's antics finding it a little cute when Rago acted like that around his friends unknowingly to them that Rago had intentions to do whatever he could in secret to protect Dynamis.

Secrets, Dynamis' and Rago's relationship revolved around secrets, so many secrets. They had to keep all hush, hush about their love. They didn't want to keep hush, hush about it, so tired of keeping their mouths shut about how they really felt because of some outdated culture.

Wings flapped as Dynamis took off into the sky with the feathers trailing behind him flying into the clouds, his dread of going home twisting his insides and the clouds around him, his mood turning them into shower clouds and all grey and... well... sad.

Doom and gloom mad up about 90% percent of his mind, them swaying wildly in his mind just yelling at him to die. Oh goodness, those thoughts... are just scary... terrifying... Dynamis gulped down fears as he flew, the clock's hand slowing down (Well, actually, the faster you are moving, the slower time moves for you! Just want to shoot that out there!). The birds zipped by him as if they could smell the fear in the air, Dynamis' sense of danger in overdrive.

A light purple flurry of flight zipped through the air. Dynamis flew a million times, well, maybe not a million, but you get the picture. Dynamis dodged droplets in the preparing to rain sky gliding gracefully despite the conditions. Years upon years of flying really helped his flight develop, another reason to live.

When he thought about it, he had plenty of reasons to remain breathing. He didn't think anyone would care, but still, Dynamis found it nice to have reasons to live for, otherwise, he wouldn't know why mother nature created him in the first place.

He reached his home and knocked softly on the door to find it not lock. Dynamis lifted an eyebrow in confusion, his father may have consumed too much wine to drive half the time, but he NEVER left the door open if he went outside the house. "Father...?" Dynamis nervously peered in. What if his father set up a trap?! What would happen to him?! Could he finally see his father in a sober state.

"F-father...?!" Dynamis saw it, it didn't look good, but unfortunately, you can't not things after you saw them, especially if you saw something horrific. "F-father...?!" Dynamis found his father, there, on the ground, not breathing, wings tucked up, Dynamis checked his father's pulse, he had none, Dynamis shook his father, no response.

"No!" Dynamis' eyes welled up with tears. All that drinking finally caught up to his father, because his father... just... died... Dynamis knew he died. He pressed his ear against his father's chest and could hear nor feel a heartbeat. His father, just an empty shell now.

"No... no... how... is this possible...?" More tears managed to make their way down the distressed teen's face. "No... no... No...!" Dynamis curled up by the corpse of his father. His father didn't treat him right... but still, Dynamis just lost the only family member he could come in contact with...

"Please let this be a dream..." Dynamis brought his knees up to his chest whimpering. It came just so sudden. He could see his father up an alive this morning, but now, he's gone. Dynamis didn't have a strong emotional attachment to the man, it's just that... his father...

Dynamis spent hours there, well, he didn't know how long actually. He only knew that the sun already set and thunderstorms developed outside, that's it. Maybe he could tell Rago. Rago did come every night.

He waited, and waited, and... waited some more. But still, no Rago. Rago didn't come. Darkness loomed over him, shadows of the night stalked around him, but still, no Rago. "Rago...?" Dynamis' soft, delicate voice rung through the darkness not knowing that tonight, Rago wouldn't come. Rago couldn't. Not with his accusation of his affair with Dynamis.

Oh they found out, the demons-human hybrids knew with it all stemming from that one moment that Rago glared at his demon-human hybrid friend for yelling at Dynamis earlier that day. The "friend" grew suspicious. Everyone grew suspicious thinking, "How can this demon love?"

Rago could just wait with regret, just stand there while Dynamis lay there all along probably beat up or something. Rago didn't want to do that, but what could he do? Bust out of that magic resistant cell? He didn't know so. The door clicked open.

"It's time for the trail," a demon-human hybrid lead Rago out the cell. And for the first time in Rago's life, he had this gnawing speck of fear. Fear, Rago never thought he would encounter fate's day to have him experience that. New experience, never before felt panic. Hey, first time fore everything, right?

Dynamis laid there, feeling cold's touch brush up against him, as he whispered one more time before shutting his mouth because of the salt-laden cries, "R-Rago...? W-where are you...?" He needed Rago, but Rago didn't come? Out of all nights? What if Rago left? What if Rago got annoyed with him and tossed him on the side of the road like a crumbly teddy bear?!

Sniffled echoed in the room. Dynamis had many sleepless nights, but this one would stretch out longest by far. Rago never came, he never came, and when Dynamis needed him most. And Dynamis came to the conclusion... He thought... Rago left him... alone once more...