So I was battling writers block on this third part of the arch. This si the one that started it all, this prompt. Thanks to HerobrineKingOftheNether for it.This prompt is not over, I just decided to upload this part today so you guys won't wonder if I'm dead or not.
Prompt: Mitch finds insert character here bruised, battered and broken. Deciding to search for the monster/person who did this, he discovers a few hidden secrets.
Enjoy!
-Black Cat-
It was cold and snowy. The winds were viscous, too. Mitch was bundled up in a heavy coat as the winds tore at him, whipping across his face violently. He shivered, crossing his arms in slight hope to get rid of some of the cold.
The sky was grey above him, promising even more snow that what was falling. Mitch sighed, looking up at the dark clouds. A street lamp flickered on next to him, sensing that night was approaching. He hugged himself tighter, picking up his pace. Most of the people had already gone into their homes, so he was practically alone.
The Canadian had been invited over to a party at Jerome's tree, and he was running late. So with the roads blocked by snow and the car troubles he had currently, he had decided to walk there. Big mistake. It was already reaching below the teens, and he had heard it was supposed to be in the negatives by nightfall.
Mitch paused as a dark shadow darted in front of him. He jumped, reaching for the sword that wasn't there, but it was only a black little kitten.
He smirked and shook his head. "The Games must be getting to my brain," he muttered to himself, kneeling down on the snowy sidewalk. "Here kitty kitty kitty! Come here!" He tsked, stretching his hand out and waggling his fingers at the cat. It sat there, staring at him with bright green-gold eyes. After a moment of this staring contest, it yawned and stood, padding away into the shadows of an alley.
Mitch stood back up, gaze following the little cat. "Hmm. It shouldn't be out here all alone, it looked too young. Maybe it's mother is around here somewhere…"
He sighed and looked back up at the sky. A feather caught his eye. It was floating down, sucked up by the winds. He frowned, tilting his head back towards the building towering up to his left. Another feather, this one black, swirled down to the ground. Mitch sniffed, wiping his nose with his sleeve. He started walking into the alley that the cat had gone down.
He glanced around, then jumped up and stretched for the fire escape ladder. After another few tries, he successfully pulled it down. He sniffed again and climbed the ladder, quickly going to the first level. After a few minutes, he started to hear sounds of fighting.
Rushing, now, he finally reached the top. What he saw shouldn't have surprised him, but it still did. "Bodil!"
The Bulgarian was pinned underneath a black-winged figure. The guy glanced up, bright glowing blue eyes flashing in the dark. Mitch ran at him, teeth clenching. "Get away from him!"
With a whoosh of dark wings, the figure leaped off of Bodil and flew away into the grey sky. Mitch ran over to Bodil, dropping down to his knees. "Bodil? Hey, dude."
There was no response. Mitch swallowed, propping Bodil's head and shoulders off the ground. The angel groaned, but that was as the only response the Canadian got. Mitch swallowed and glanced around. He needed to get to Jerome's, and fast.
He stood, scooping Bodil up. The anel was surprisingly light. So light, in fact, Mitch wondered if he even ate. Shoving thoughts of food away, he ran back to the fire escape. Then he paused.
He couldn't really get anywhere if he was carrying Bodil. He scowled slightly, peering over the edge. He was a good five stories up. Jumping wouldn't be a very good idea, and he didn't want both of them injured. He sighed, setting Bodil down. He tapped his fingers against the concrete that made the roof, thinking.
Then his phone conveniently rung, interrupting his thought process. He nearly face palmed a he answered the call. "Hello?"
"Mitch, biggums, where are you? You're missing the whole party! Are you gonna join the fun, or what?"
"Uh, or what," Mitch answered, glancing at Bodil. "Jerome, I need your help. I found Bodil, and-"
"You found him? What do you mean? He left, like, half an hour ago. He said something about picking someone up, or something. Where'd you find him?"
"On a roof. He was being beat up by some other winged guy. Look, I need your help with getting him off this roof. I'm stuck here and he's passed out. Can ya help?"
"Yeah, sure. We'll be right over."
Mitch bit his tongue and said, "I don't think it's a good idea to bring everybody. I just need you to get here fast, and it's okay as long as you don't bring the entire team."
Jerome made a noise of acknowledgement. There was a crashing noise in the background, and he heard the bacca curse. "Alright, Mitch, I'll be right there. Stay put and don't go anywhere."
"Alright, see you soon."
[…]
Bodil really didn't want to hear the voices talking to him. He didn't want to open his eyes, because the light shining on them was already too bright from behind his eyelids. He groaned and tried to roll onto his side, which would get rid of the weight on his wing, but pain flared in his ribs and he stilled.
After a moment of silence, he tentatively opened his eyes, squinting against the light. And there was the snowman and watermelon-wearing angel, both with worry filling their eyes. Simon beamed at him, the n looked over his shoulder at someone Bodil's couldn't see. "He's alright, guys! Well, I think… I'm not a doctor, but he's at least awake."
Bodil sat up slowly, hand going to his side. 'What-"
"Sit back down," someone commanded, gently pushing his shoulders back so he was laying down again. "I can't do much if you keep moving."
Bodil blinked and looked up at Seto, then at the other people hovering over him. He sighed, then cracked a smile. "Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late for the party…"
Seto said nothing, fingers ghosting over his ribs. There was a soft, purplish glow, and the pain lessened. The sorcerer's hand moved up to his forehead, and the warm glow of the magic gently curled into the gash above his eyebrow.
"You had us scared, Bodil," Simon said, after a few seconds of silence, Seto stood. "You'll be fine," he said, staring down at him. His eyes were cold, emotion tucked away and replaced by stony brown orbs. "Take it easy, though. It should heal completely within the night, but no flying or exercise or anything."
Bodil nodded and smiled. "Sure, doc. Whatever you say."
Seto smirked slightly then he turned on his heel and walked out without another word. The silence once again swamped the room.
"So, Bodil… You were going to tell us something?" Jerome asked, leaning against the wall. Bodil glanced over at him, then slowly sat up. He was conscious of Sky's stare, mimicking Ty's. Jason glanced around, confused.
Bodil knew not all of them knew the reason of why he ad Fallen, and he preferred to keep it that way. He didn't want their view of him to change.
So he sat there, silent, on the couch. Baki sighed and glanced at the Overworlders. "Let us talk to him."
After a bit of hesitation, the group shuffled out of the room.
…
Mitch hung back, listening to the angels' conversation. Their voices were low, but he could make out some of it.
". . . . tell."
"I don't . . . but it's no . . . important."
"Yes, it. . . . You can. . . us, Bodil."
"You know what. . . months ago, I. . . "
". . . think that mattered, did. . . I guess. . . Who?"
"Just. . . Fallen. He's. . . there right now, and . . ."
"Alright. We'll. . . can find him. Want to. . . Bodil?"
'Yeah, I guess. But, I don't. . ."
Mitch frowned and looked away from the door, thinking. That angel that he had seen. They were more important than he had thought. They weren't some random guy, after all. He turned, heading towards the others.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna start heading back home. I'll see ya later."
They all said goodbye, and he hurried out the door. Time to get to the bottom of this.
