Return of the Angels
He kicked the sand hard, sending it sprawling before him and then watched it as it sank and became camouflaged with the rest of the sand. He grew angry with himself for being so stupid and allowing something so meddling to mess up his mind. Her words drove him to the edge. That perfect face that appeared to be sculptured out of stone and brought alive, that golden hair that flailed down to her knees, and those taunting dark sapphire blue eyes that shined like the stars in the midnight sky. She was just a nuisance; he should have showed her who had the more power. He was stupid. Utterly stupid!
He sunk to his knees and punched the sand. His anger controlled him and he would rip zoids apart if he had his own. But his mind replayed over what she had done to that boy who had called himself a demon. A creature with eyes as dark as pits of darkness with no clear pupil…what the hell was that boy? A demon like he said he was? Or was he trying to deceive him like everyone seemed to be trying to do lately? He would roar to the skies in anguish if he hadn't been exhausted from his journey of the day.
His organoid blocked the sun from boring down at him with its hot rays. Through the shadows he watched as his organoid moved his head and tail to keep an eye out for enemies. He would rip them apart too if they tried to do anything. He wanted to be alone, basking in his self pity. He couldn't tear through it; his anger kept pushing at him like a tide against a shore. It would retreat and then come back, becoming harder and more violent with each stroke. Growing frustrated he punched at the sand again, knowing it would do no good since he wants to beat the living crap out of some sorry sucker. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and decided to get up and glare at the horizon.
Then he heard it.
He turned around and saw one.
It was heading in his direction.
It stopped short of him and he examined it. A rev raptor, it has some agility in it and it was good for fights, depending on who controls it. He watched as a male jumped out of it and before him. He was cocky and appeared to be around his age, maybe a year or two older. Blonde shoulder length hair that also went across his face with green eyes boring at him from underneath… so it was these types of guys that girls like. He was handsome, but he might have no skill. He had none compared to Raven. Shadow stood beside him and snarled at the man who stepped back, looking wild eyed at the organoid.
"Ease that thing off would you? Creepy bastard…" he muttered as Shadow backed down at Raven's look. "Name's Enrique, but what the hell are you doing out here? You could die, seriously dude."
Was this guy dumb?
Raven crossed his arms and glared at him. "Get lost!"
"Cold, I think I'm getting icicles in my heart." He scoffed. "Need some help?"
"I just told you to get lost."
"Don't get so cocky brat."
"You're wishing I kill you instead of torturing the hell out of you."
"Big talk for a little brat…! Care to back it up?"
The dumb launched and swung his fist that Raven ducked and kicked him in the stomach. Watching as he shakily got to his feet, he swung his fist again and Raven caught it, catching him off guard, and his feet swung upwards, catching him in the jaw. Releasing him, he fell onto his back and he rolled away before he got up and wiped the blood that went down the side of his mouth. He had a dangerous look in his eyes but that wouldn't stop Raven from continuing to fight the way he was trained.
Racing forward he tried to catch Raven off guard by racing around him and striking out with a roundhouse kicked, but he just blocked it with the side of his arm, and decided to chop right where the knee would break. He heard the bones break and then the screams of the male who tumbled to the ground after Raven viciously pushed him aside. He held his broken knee, crying and screaming, even cursing at him. But Raven was sick and tired of all this shit. He walked over and stood on the broken knee and applied pressure. The agonizing screams ripped through the air before Raven decided to give up and walk over to the guy's zoid.
He got inside and started working the controls and moved away from the location. Shadow watched Enrique who was still in pain and then decided to follow on after his master. He unfolded his wings from his back and flew off to catch up with him and stayed level by his side. Raven was persistent in travelling this time, he just plummeted through the desert like it as a speed track and he was wasting time. Something was torturing him inside and for some reason; Shadow hadn't a clue on what it is. He wasn't around when Raven had discovered something that seemed to have broken him. Something that ignited his anger, but it was actually him being broken itself.
What had he seen?
They had travelled through the night that was as appealing as white thrown all around. Eventually one would become insane if they stared at one colour all the time. Maybe that was why he paid no attention to the night. Maybe he would get bored or insane with it. But it passed by with time and when he reached a large remote of a town, the dawn and broke through, and he was able to scan the surroundings to see some early risers. He dumped the zoid outside the town ordered his organoid to be out of sight, and he moved through, searching for some place that was available for his uses.
He spotted a restaurant that he banged open the doors to and everyone turned to face him. He hastily sat down at the nearest available seat he could find, and nearly smacked his head on the table. Someone came over, a female, and she was as beautiful as she was caring. He examined her black hair that sprawled down her shoulders to a little below her chest, and those amazing red eyes that darted out underneath, shining like a light. He could vaguely hear her words until he was slammed back down into reality and he could hear her fully.
"Are you alright?" Her voice was pleasant and concerning. Easily manipulated he decided.
"I'm fine!" He shot back, pushing himself back against the back of the seat, and turned his face so that he could see her.
"I'll go get you some water." She hurried away, and he closed his eyes.
When she returned with that water, she had also brought a jug full of it as well. He downed it, feeling the ice coldness of it and how much he had been missing out. He poured himself another glass and another and then another, until he was saturated. He leaned back against the seat again, closing his eyes he savoured the coldness that had run down his neck. He was thankful of it actually.
"Would you like to eat anything?" He glanced over to her. "I-I'll go ask, w-wait right here." She hurried off again and this time he watched her go. Of course when she returned, she had a plate of delicious looking food that she placed down in front of him. He stared at it questioningly before he looked up at her. "It's all that they could offer at the moment, since we still have customers. They said it's free of charge."
Now that was something he wasn't going to argue against. He took hold of the fork that lay at the table and begun to dig in as if he had been starving over weeks without food. Which was probably what he had been doing…? She watched him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe how much he was shovelling it down like there was no tomorrow. How long has he been suffering out in the desert with no food or water? Because now he just started filling up his glass again.
He sat back against the seat once he had finished everything. Feeling full and like a pig, he glanced over at the waitress who had been standing there watching him. But what grazed her face was a smile of happiness, seeing that he was already better.
"Oi, Leara, make sure you find him some place to stay."
She turned to face the male behind the counter who addressed her. "Okay!"
"That means you're shift has ended." He was doing stuff again.
"But I..."
"You've done a few hours on the night shift. Its turned day break, we need you working properly tonight. Find him a place to stay and go home so you can get some sleep."
"O-okay..." She replied and turned to him. "Could you wait for me at the entrance please?"
He made no promises as she raced through the restaurant and through the door that said 'staff only'. When she returned he was still there and he stood at her approach. Following her out, they walked through the streets that had begun to liven up with people. It took around twenty minutes to get through the town to a small neat building, which she walked up and opened the door and allowed him inside first. He wandered inside and found the place neat and tidy, organized. He walked into the room where he instantly sat on the couch.
"I'm staying here." He blurted out and she looked at him surprised. He turned to regard her. "I have no money so I can't stay in a hotel, and I ain't having you pay for me either."
"I-if you're fine with me. I'll go prepare the guest room for you."
He watched her disappear around the corner and he glanced around to the front. He looked over to the window and walked over to it. A balcony, good, that's what he needs. He opened the doors and his organoid flew over and landed on the stone, folding his wings inside his back, he walked inside the room and examined it. For some reason the tastes didn't suit his needs and he just blew out air through his nostrils and looked to Raven to see what he was going to order, but didn't. The black haired male remained standing, and she appeared into the living room twenty or so minutes later.
She shrieked when she saw the organoid. "What is that thing?"
"My organoid…" He dully replied.
"So he's... tamed?"
"Yes! He'll do whatever I order." He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. "You have work later this evening, get your sleep. I ain't leaving, so I'll still be here."
She nodded still in some confused state. "Well the bedroom is second on the... erm... left. Bathroom is straight down the hall." She moved away and he heard the soft click of the door, he decided was her bedroom. There was a second level to the house, so that was where the sleeping quarters would be located. He studied the setting of the apartment. There were tables and chairs, but there was nothing that would indicate that she was aware of what goes on the outside. Not even a radio. The girl was slightly clueless, but she was something that would reliable to host him, until he got bored with her.