So a lot of you reviewed and asked (more like demanded) I continue this story. And I don't have the heart to tell you all no. So I will be continuing Tortured Angel.
When Robin first stepped foot onto the luminescent, rain slicked ramp leading to the inside of the truck, he didn't know what to think. Sure, of course, he was always one for mischief. But right now didn't seem like a time to be snooping (even though that's exactly what he's doing) around in other people's business. However as the saying goes, you can't keep a good dog down.
Traction isn't the best walking up something so steep in the rainy fog like air and he'd rather not say weather or not he may or may not of slipped (he did) as his glove covered fingers reach out to grasp the side of the outer cargo bed shell. Clenching the muscles in his arm to try and support his weight when he finally, finally gets back to flat ground. At this point he doesn't care if it's wet or not. It feels like he's trekked up a mountain but in reality it's only been about five feet. So he over exaggerates a bit, no ones around to hear his thought.
Inside the truck isn't much better, besides the fact that it acts as a shield from the bone chilling winds outside that seems to like grabbing his cape and trying to yank it from his shoulders. But oh well. The lighting in the truck in little to none at best, so he decides now's a pretty good time to fix that. He'd rather be able to see if he has to go all the way to the back of the hold. Fiddling and muttering at his computer screen as he hacks into the trucks surprisingly dense fire walls and protection codes is not one of the brightest moments in his life. After all trying to bribe a nonliving thing doesn't usually have a high percentage of working. Finally Robin gets the cheap over head light to flicker into existence and he grins in victory. (Over a light switch. A little sad, he knows it.)
Oh.
Oh.
To put it into easier terms for his short circuiting brain, this was not what he was expecting. Because this isn't human. It can't be human. No human being could possibly commit let alone actually follow through with what Robin is unbelievably seeing before his eyes. Robin has seen many things that are terrible and tragic, too many for someone his age. But this? This was too much. Because he feels his stomach start to turn from the sight and he gags on his own breath, turning his head away to recollect himself. When he can actually take air into his lungs without coughing is when he slowly looks back and notes in detail the gruesome sight before him.
If he wanted to put it in the simplest ways he's say that an angel had been captured and tortured to near death. It's obviously a boy, a teenager from what Robin can see, because he's got long limbs. Long arms so pale they could be translucent that end in thin spider like fingers. Both of them are cuffed together in a crude chain cuff prison and pulled tightly above his head and the wrist cross, it has to be incredibly painful.
His legs are the opposite, spread out like he's trying to keep himself balanced. Robin could almost believe that, if it wasn't for the long metal, claw like clamps that are scattered haphazardly but abundantly down his hip bones and legs. They end in metal half spheres that are bolted into the ground, this boy couldn't move his legs if he tried.
Bent at a strange angel his head hangs forward like dead weight attached to the boys shoulders. He can't make out the face because long, shaggy white strands of hair block his from getting a clear view, however it looks like he has a very angular jaw line. Splotches of green, red, and black are scattered randomly through out the hair and Robin's stomach gets queasy again thinking of how he got those colors.
As sadistic as it is Robin can see this boy being a beautiful center piece to an art show, or prized possession to a queen. Because the most noticeable and perhaps mystifying features are the two extra limbs he possesses. A pair of enormous grey wings that are forcibly held at half mast by a grotesque net work of chains, clamps, and hooks all digging together as one into the soft flesh and feathers. Tubes of glowing blue liquid are inserted at focal points all over his body. Mainly his temples, shoulders, hands, and waist. Casting an ethereal image around the boy.
It's not so hard to see why Robin thought he was an angel now.
The being didn't move, appearing to be in some sort of drug induced slumber.
Robin brought a shaky finger to his com link, "Robin to team, I found something. And I'm going to need everyone, now."
I hope you enjoyed it, you terrifying reader of mine.