Mid-Way City
Present Day
The city was dark, very dark as we walked away from the wreckage. I was breathing in the fumes of the wreckage along with the fires that were spouting up and around the area as we walked, sticking together as a group while the SEAL's that were there with us. I could see Edward a bit farther ahead, walking with Flag and following him obediently.
We looked so small with the buildings around us, the only sound that was heard was the crackling of the fires there and the sounds of our feet hitting the ground with every step. I was drinking it all in, going through the motions of finally being there and not having a chance to turn back. I couldn't even if I wanted to: the whole premise of the bomb in my neck was holding me there. But I thought I had a deal with Amanda Waller, which confused me. Did she want to treat me as an ally, or as a criminal like I thought I was before with this whole thing.
I could hear Boomerang and Slipknot talking to one another as I was staying a bit to the end of the group. The rest of the group was in front of me, looking around casually like we were strolling through the park. I was too focused on the task at hand when I saw someone moving out of the corner of my eye.
Two of them actually. Slipknot and Boomerang.
They were fighting the military men, which threw me off and I moved to the side now as they were punching their way through the crowd at first. Slipknot used one of his contraptions and he hoisted himself in the air against one of the building walls, whereas Boomerang was sparring with Katana. It looked like he was about to win when she got him pinned real good against the wall with her katana sword against his throat.
Slipknot was about to get away for sure, having me watch him as he was getting hire and hire when Flag took out someone on his wrist. A phone, in which he tapped the surface of it with a picture and someone loud like a pop went off in the air to stop everyone from the confrontation.
The bomb in Slipknot went off, and he went limp like a rag doll.
He hung in the sky and moved in the small wind as we were all watching him, almost unsure to react to what he did and how he was so close to living. Now it felt like the mood was slowly going back down again now as Harley was the first one to speak up.
"Now that's a killer app!" She said in an amused manner now, Flag now looking at all of us. I was now over where Croc was, seeing his own stance was a bit rougher now when Flag spoke.
"Okay, you keep playing the Hollywood Square's version of 'I'll Blow Your Freaking Head Off'?" He asked all of us, his voice was now a roar and no longer leveled. Harley touched her head, Croc growled low and to himself as I stayed quiet. Flag then looked at Chato, in which I got concerned.
"Are you next?" He asked him.
"You're trippin', homie," Chato replied smoothly back to him as I walked over to where Chato was without taking my eyes off of Flag. Flag then looked at me now, in which I stopped moving.
"You gonna try something too?" He asked me, his voice was still threatening and almost making me want to hide from him. After he said that, without me realizing, Chato moved over to me slightly with his own eyes on Flag, as if to tell him to leave me alone. I shook my head at him, seeing him move away from me and then move his eyes and some of his agitation to Deadshot.
"You next, Deadshot?" Deadshot looked at him in surprise since he didn't think he would be the one who would get that kind of shade.
"You just threaten me?"
"Oh, yeah." Flag replied smoothly without a second thought.
"He just threatened me," he said to us as he then pointed his finger right at Flag, between the eyes like eww as making his mark. I felt another aura of hate there, mostly from Deadshot as I looked over at Chato and the rest of us were walking again after that fiasco. Boomerang was released by Katana, all of us going on with our business and with the task at hand.
"I'm gonna drop him, the sword lady, Five or seven of these SEAL's. After that, I'm gonna need some help. You down?" Deadshot said to Harley now as they were talking hush-hush to one another.
"Always. What about the shit in our necks?" She asked him as she kept her eyes forward.
"Your friend's gonna help us out with that, right?" He asked her, looking over at Harley now as she eyed him and stopped walking, then slowly grinning and giving him a soft shove.
"You're my friend, too." She reminded, in which he smiled back at her.
"Stay evil, doll face. Spread the word."
Once we were walking, leaving the body of Slipknot behind to rot there probably, I saw Chato looking over at me from time to time now, something was haunting his mind and he wasn't ready to tell me or ask me just yet. I could tell.
"So….how did you become…" He asked, trailing off and giving off the awkward feeling that I was getting from him. It was on the tip of his tongue and I finished it for him.
"A Fallen Angel?" I asked him, seeing him carefully look at me directly in the eye now since it felt like he was afraid to do that this whole time, "That's a bit of a story. It's….it's a little complicated."
"I take it it was after you left?" He asked me, which made me slow my walking for a brief second since I felt like he was going to bring up a usual conversation that I knew we both were going to have to talk about. But I didn't think right now at this moment it would be the best time.
"Something like that," I replied to him, taking in a shaky breath.
"You know, after you left, I thought you were gone for good," He explained to me as I then looked at him directly in the eye now since it felt like he was going to try and blame me.
"You think I wanted to leave, didn't you?" I asked him, not in a stern way but trying to keep my voice calm and low for the sake of no-one else hearing us. He said nothing as we were walking, in which I felt like I hit a nerve with him, "Well I didn't. I was forced into leaving you behind."
"Didn't look like it," He said back in a casual manner.
"I didn't want to leave you, Chato," I said again in a reminder to him. I knew that it was the truth: that I didn't want to leave him behind and go away from him. it killed me that it happened like that, and now it was almost killing me that he thought it was that way, "I wanted to stay with you."
"Boss, we've got movement up ahead." I heard Edwards say to Flag up in the front now as Flag nodded and got his gun up and ready.
"I'm on my way," Flag said to him as he then moved to talk into his Comm, "Amanda, we have hostiles up ahead." All of us were perked up now, waiting to see what it was that they thought they saw as we were turning a corner and going down what looked like to be an alleyway that was leading to nowhere. There were cars turned over in different directions and abandoned, a few fire spots here and there, but it was at the end of the alleyway that took us all by surprise. I could see that there some kind of beings there behind a few of the cars, almost like they were hiding and talking to one another in some sort of langue there as we were watching and not moving.
The SEALS were aiming and staying still in front of us, leaving the Squad behind them as they were waiting for some kind of signal as to follow through. I watched those being's not seeing that they were human but they were something else. Something that seemed less human. Some of the Seal's left, maybe they were told to keep moving on and we were going to keep an eye on the beings that we were nothing there.
"Hey, I like these odds, mate," Boomerang said to Deadshot as himself, Deadshot and Harley were standing behind one of those abandoned cars and watching the scene, "Just say the word."
"Yeah," Harley agreed, in which I knew that they were planning on getting the SEAL's out of the way since they were slowly realizing that they were not liking being there "Come on,"
"Yeah, uhh, hold that thought," He told the pair of them now as he walked over to where Flag was, getting one what looked like a scope for his eye to see something there too. I looked right at the beings, though they were far way.
"Rick, why do they look like that?" Edwards asked Flag in a harsh whisper.
"Just stay cool," Flag informed him. I could hear something talking to me, in the back of my head now as I was watching them. There were a few voices that I could hear, and they sounded desperate. At first, it worried me since I didn't know where it was coming from and who was saying it, but then I realized it wasn't coming from me or the squad.
It was coming from the beings,
"The hell are they?" Flag asked him now as he was still wearing his scope over his eye.
"You cut and run I'll blow your head off," Flag warned Deadshot as Deadshot was not using his rifle up near his eye to see. The voices were getting louder now as I was channeling it, trying to focus on only a few of them. It was as if something was making them talk, it didn't seem normal.
Help…she is making us….she is making us….
Kill….kill them…..
Kill!
Bullets were flying now as those things were running over to us now, we were firing back without any real voice in the matter. First, it was the SEAL's that were shooting back and trying to keep them back and at bay. One of them had guns, other had axes and various weapons that made me cringe a bit as they were flying over the cars at us. I could see Harley pulling out her gun, Boomerang hiding out in the alleyway, and Croc moving his hoodie off of his head to show his full face. I reached over to grab the both of my pistols that were placed in my hostlers, getting them ready as I was hoping and praying that I wasn't going to commit some kind of sin.
"Is this allowed, Jacob?" I asked to myself in a whisper now as those things were going to get closer. Was I going to order innocent people that were in there? Should I do this, though I was working for them and making sure they were protected? I heard one reply back from Jacob for a split second before I reacted.
"Fight for them."
I shot at the first two that were about to hit me hard, seeing them fly down to the ground as I moved to the side of one of those beings trying to slam me down with his first. I grabbed the arm there that was too close to my head and I threw him across the way over to the brick wall and I saw him fall to the ground. It's been awhile since I fought someone, let alone fighting as an Angel. So it felt like I was a bit rusty as another one tried to grab me from behind and I mauve red my way out of it.
I grabbed my pistol and shot between the eyes again and then kicked one hard in the chest that was about to get close to me. It felt like I was moving without realizing it, my own mind and hands were moving without me realize it. It came easy, with this new ability to be an Angel, I knew how to protect myself much better than any other person since they would have to think before they would act when it came to combat. Not me apparently.
"Flag!" I whirled around and I saw Flag being dragged away by three of those things, Harley was ducked on the ground and a huge grin was on her face as she was watching this. Flag was trying to get out of the hold as Harley looked at Deadshot.
"Good riddance," She said in amusement.
"Harley, if he dies, we die!" Deadshot said to her now as she suddenly rushed over to help him. I did too, moving through the crowd of goons and SEAL's too. I didn't want him to die either since I too was there to protect him because he was in charge of the whole area. I grabbed one the goons to pull him off as I punched out another one and a third was beating up by Harley and her bat. Edwards came up behind me to shoot out the rest of the goons as I grabbed one to hoist over my head and to the car behind me, hearing him fall to the metal top in a groan and he stopped moving. Edwards and Harley helped him up then within seconds, though Harley looked sour.
"Thanks," He thanked her.
"Shut up," She replied as I looked back at the rest of the fight and who was left there. One of those SEAL's had some kind of launched as another one of the goons was about to run towards the back, behind me and I looked to see where he was going. I saw who he was about to hit, and it made me almost scream out in a panic: Chato.
Who was not fighting at all.
I bolted over to goon, jumping up on top of the car that was between them and I jumped high, throwing the dagger in my hand right at the goon's back before he could strike Chato. The goon fumbled and fell tot he floor in a groan as I landed on his back, twisting the dagger within a second and seeing him slump to the floor. I breathed out slowly there as I then looked up at Chato. He was watching me, with wide eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing as I slowly moved up and stood there in front of him.
What was he thinking when he saw me, someone for his past that he used to care for, holding a dagger with blood on it and looking more like a warrior than anything. I must have looked different and almost sinister to him now as I placed the dagger back on my hip where I had a holder for it. I didn't know what to tell him, I really didn't since it felt like more doors between us were being opened.
"That's how I cut and run," Deadshot said to Flag as he walked away from the battle we won. Flag said nothing now as I walked over to the group too, where Harley was beating the head of a dead being and was doing ti over and over again.
"Hey. Hey, come on." Deadshot said to her as he leaned against the back of a truck and I stood near it.
"What? I saw it move." Harley defended, kicking the being slightly and then pointing, "See? It flinched. I think." I wanted to smile from the antic there as I saw Chato walking over to us, where I looked away from him and dusted some of the soot and dust off my jeans.
"Hey, you were some help, Princess," Boomerang said to Chato.
"It's better this way, trust me," Chato answered, showing some flames with his fingers there as Boomerang looked at him like he was a joke.
"Oh yeah. You're the fire bloke, eh?" He asked him not, almost mocking him.
"I was, yeah," Chato replied without a second thought and remain cool. Boomerang took out a lighter and lit it up in front of Chato.
"Well, lookie here. It's fire! Woo!" Boomerang waved the lit lighter in front of Chato, whom said nothing and watched the false dance back and forth. Once he snapped the lighter closed, Boomerang looked over at me now, seeing that I watched the whole time. At first, he said nothing to me, but then he scoffed and placed his lighter back in his pocket.
"You ain't worth it," he grumbled as he moved on and I looked at him over to Chato. I wanted to know why he didn't fight since he's here and that's basically what we were there for.
"Why didn't you fight?" I asked him, seeing him shuffle a bit as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"It ain't my fight," He replied, saying nothing else now as I heard Harley speaking up behind me. I looked over my shoulder, watching her peer down at one of the fallen goons and she cocked her head to the side.
'What are they?" She asked Flag as she looked back at him.
"I don't know," Flag answered.
"That's bullshit. This guy had a $3000 watch," Deadshot said to him as I saw Boomerang looking down at a watch in his hand, listening to see if he was still working, "Is that a person?"
"It was. Now it's not." Flag said in a factorial manner before he looked over at snapped at Boomerang, "Hey, don't."
"What?" Boomerang asked, looking at him with her sneer.
"We got a job to do. Keep moving," he said to him as Croc looked at him too, too close for his own liking. he went to talk to Edwards again as Deadshot looked at me, his eyebrow raised as he pointed to my dagger on my hip.
"Is that an Angel dagger?" He asked me, more in curiosity. I looked down at my hip with the dagger, placing my hand on the handle and drawing it out for him to see. Mine had a small curve to the end, showing the foreign aspect and some writing in Hebrew along the side of the dagger and around the handle. It was a prayerDaggers, to the Fallen Angels, were as close to Heavenly weapons as we were going to get when it came to us fighting others. It had Spiritual powers to it, a more powerful weapon than any other dagger was. Plus, it was one of the only weapons that could kill a Fallen Angel.
"Yeah," I replied to him as he eyed it now, almost not wanting to get too close. He looked more interested it in, intrigued was the right word.
"So…that thing can do a good amount of damage, huh?" He asked me in which I smirked at him and placed the dagger back in the holder that I had for it.
"Only if it needs to bring damage," I reassured him as I tapped my dagger with my fingers, "Neve killed another Angel just yet, but you never know." It was true: I haven't fought an Angel before. I felt like it was going to be some kind of sick irony that I would have to fight one in the future, and it would be ugly. If I thought fighting these goons was going to be bad, then who knew what else was going to come next.
Los Angeles
Age 17
"You're not going to see him again,"
"Like you can tell me what to do."
"You're my daughter and you are going to do what I say,"
I was having one of the biggest arguments that I have ever had with my parents, both of whom were not officially forbidden me from seeing Chato ever again. Sure I knew it was coming, but not like this. They were already hounding on my ass for not being on top of my grades and my activities they planned out for me. But once we saw me giving Chato a kiss outside the school when they were going to pick me up early, that did it.
They blew everything up.
"What has he done to me that's made you so angry?" I asked them both as we were standing there in the living room early in the afternoon after they brought me home and slammed the front door behind me.
"He's not good for you," My dad explained in her stern manner, "I know the type of guy he is, which is—"
"Kind," I interrupted, "And pretty smart. If you would have gotten to know him you would have seen what I see in him."
"He kissed you, in front of everyone! What an embarrassment!" My mother said in almost a bitter manner now as I rolled my eyes since they were trying to pin him down and make him something that I knew he wasn't.
"I kissed him!" I yelled at the both of them, in which they both went silent now as I made fists at my side and I looked at them with an intense stare, "I was the one that kissed him! I like him, damn it! He's my best friend and he's someone I really care about. You should be accepting if you're my parents." I had to vent out all that I was feeling about them, with what they were putting me through and how they were fine with it. It made em sick tot think that they were my parents and they thought this was good parenting: planning my life and not letting me have a say.
My father looked over at my mother, who was hiding her face in her hands as I took out a shaky breath and trying to not seem like a raging lunatic. He took out his own deep breath now as he looked a time again.
"You won't see him again. He's not good for you, and he will drag you through the mud when he is done with you," he instructed me as I shook my head at him slowly. I was no longer going to follow the rules with him since it was no longer a thought of me listening to him because he loved me. he was trying to control it, and I was going to make sure that it was going to slip through his fingers.
"I would rather move out of this house and not see you ever again than stop talking to him," I warned him, almost sound like venom from my lips as he then glared at me. I then looked over at my backpack, grabbing it in my hand and moving to go out the door.
"Where are you going?" My mom asked as I threw my backpack over my shoulder and then reached to open the door. I looked back at the both of them now with my hand gripping there hard on the door and feeling as though I could break it with my bare hands.
"I'm going to go and make out with the guy you both hate," I said, slamming the door behind me. It was heartbreaking that my parents would think that they were doing the right thing with me. I didn't want to be in the house anymore, it felt too consuming with my own head and sanity, and I think of a way to get it normal for me again.
I had to get out.