Hey guys and girls.

I should be, like, updating loads more now, since I only have 6 days of college left :) and sorry for not saying anything in the previous chapter, was in a little bit of a rush and I'm just having some boy troubles but no biggie, don't need to hear my problems ;)

Final Assessment

Arch Angel POV

The rain was pouring in a way I've never seen before. The smell it gave rejuvenated my lungs and gave me more a sense of freedom like I've never had before. Once again however, I was put on the recon mission to gather current information about the targets; Patch and Rodes to be more specific since they know who we are. It is our soul duty to make sure me and my brothers look out for each other, and we are not made Fallen for we will be at the mercy of others we have sent down. You see, an Arch Angel becoming a Fallen is, from what I've heard, like putting a cop in prison with no protection. Me and my brothers will not have the perks we have now; flight and foresight as well as strength, and my favourite, manipulation.

I however, know that this will end badly for all of us. The only reason that my brothers fight back is because they cannot accept their fate. I, however, plan to cut myself out of the equation and avoid it rather than run from it.

My brothers, the few that are left (four to be precise, including me) cannot accept the doom that their plan will lead them, and I shall do as my mind and heart tells me. I will do their work and when the time comes, help the girl escape from the prison we have her in. she is at the Arch Angel base, which is obvious even to the brainless. At current, we have her under the condition to conspire against us, which is an offence from our perspective. She's causing a racket and my plan is, since I'm put on guard duty, is to let her go when we claim the boys tomorrow. That way it looks like I never was involved and I will claim to have found her there.

It seems stupid if you don't know the details, but the fact is I'm the only Arch Angel out of all of us that still reports progress everyday to the head council. I have remained loyal to them, as my brothers. I cannot bring myself to do such an atrocity as this. I still bear the painful memories of sending Alaric down. He was my best and only friend. Sometimes I have flashbacks of our friendship. This is another thing my brothers are unaware of.

They do not know I remember what happened; that day when Crimson dragged them all down. The head of my brothers, Marluxia, ordered us to take them down. I resisted but he's so powerful and gained control over me. I couldn't fight his power, and after it happened I was in despair of what I had done. The erased what memory I had of friendship, and replaced it with their memories, filled with conspiracy and corruption. It was only until I went back to my regular jobs did my own powers push through the barriers created by them. I knew it was only a matter of time before my revenge would occur. I have been merciful and controlled what emotion I have. I have proven many times on my part that I am not completely in part with this.

I made sure I could be seen by Vee.

I made sure I was still on the CCTV and my powers revealed everyone else so as Alaric, Patch and Rodes could discover us.

I made sure that Nora and Vee were not harmed within the house by reporting nothing within the bedroom.

I made sure I was the one who captured Sirera and put her on my cell block.

All this and I made it happen. Now, I'm checking in on the girls and boys. For I have been asked by Lucia herself to see if the change is going accordingly.

So here I am, Lae, the youngest of all the brothers, standing in the rain, walking towards Nora's home. I didn't feel like flying today, I wanted to feel normal. I wanted to feel the cold and the rain that I so deserve to have poured down on me. However much I hate them, I can't stop calling them my brothers. It's something Marluxia has done to me; it's just natural to me. There is nothing I can do to stop calling them brothers.

And it disgusts me every time I do, for they are my enemies, not my brothers.

I lift the black hood I chose to wear instead of the usual suit up. And my pale, short hair was wet through and looked styled like most boys do nowadays. My skinny jeans were extremely uncomfortable as this was my first time wearing these things. However, my most comfortable thing was my army cadet boots. It completed the outfit I chose from the manifest. My attention flicked to the solitary house on the marsh. It was silent and lifeless. No lights and no movement. The only light came from the bright moon.

I walked round the back as I neared the house, to be sure that I was not heard I avoided any hard ground, and marsh that would create suction pockets. I heard no birds, no wildlife at all. Just the patter of the rain against a closed window.

Which I noticed didn't have curtains in use next to it. This is going to be difficult in ways for an accurate observation, as I would block a good amount of moonlight which is noticeable. I will have to peek over the sill and get what I can see from there.

Unless I dare to enter the house and stand in the door way.

Then I remembered a talent one of my brothers taught me. The talent that lets me pass through solid objects…

…As if you were a ghost Lae. No one will hear you or see you, and only experience Arch Angels can complete this technique and master it properly.

I focused on a simple word that linked all of the attributes together.

Stealth.

My hand passed through the window in a pinch but I grabbed the sill, imagining it as a solid object that I cannot pass through. I grabbed it with both hands and swung myself through the wall then the floor to Nora's room, landing next to the door.

Well, it's not exactly landing, I was hovering.I turned to face the bed, to which I saw a charming if not romantic scene.

The girl Nora, as lying on top of Patch, her head on his chest and her upper body completely bare against him, sleeping peacefully as if all was well and nothing was amiss. Patch was asleep too; his head facing the window, the shadow on his face caused by the moonlight gave me a memory of Crimson. The way his features were often referred to as flawless. I focused my attention on Nora's back. The moonlight made her skin look like something silk would be jealous of and the paleness added to her increasing beauty from the change. I came closer to the bed until I was standing on the right hand side of the bed, Nora's side. Carefully, so as not to disturb or disrupt them, I softly blew on Nora's shoulder, and I saw the evidence that the change is happening perfectly. Dust that looked like something a person could wish on floated away from her body to reveal a small part of the Huntress mark. From what I could make out, it was the lighting edge of the circle. I know Vee discovered hers, but she does not know what each element means.

Lightning represents the flash of light, or hope, and strength that can be released in the right conditions and circumstances. Ice represents the troubles and trials a person may experience and how each teaches a lesson. Fire is the passion and the emotion that lets us be who we are.

All of them together create the spirit, the drive that makes a person capable of the impossible. My job here, in Nora's room however is complete, time for Huntress number two.

Brother, where are you? You are taking too long and the sun is not far behind.

I'm just making my way to the Haza, brother.

Be quick, Marluxia is getting annoyed.

I ignored the care of causing a stir; I dashed through the window and flew as fast as possible to Rodes's home. The rain pelted my body and I felt something like hail strike me back, causing me to flinch. I neared Rodes's home saw only one room with a flickering light inside. I cloaked myself from sight and I would have to be extra cautious about my actions. Lucky for me, Rodes wasn't paying attention to sound and sight, but more the hair of the girl he was with.

Through the window, I could make out that Rodes and Vee were on the wooden floor, next to the fireplace, fake fur lying all around them, but not on them. That's the thing about Carnets; they have no shame with each other. The girl lay on her side, her body bare with her back to the fire. Her head lay on Rodes and as far as I could tell, she was peacefully asleep. Rodes was sat up, bare and fiddling with Vee's hair. He suddenly stops and gently moves Vee's hand so he can lie down.

And from then on, the only thing I see is Rodes staring at Vee, softly stroking her side, blissfully unaware that what he calls his enemy is watching him.

I sigh, tired of all this fighting, and tired of all of this business with the heavens. I just need rest.

Lae, have you finished yet?

Just finished now.

Report at once.

Yes, Xigabar.

You do not refer to me with my name you incompetent boy. You shall be disciplined. Cell duty tonight.

Yes, brother.

If only unravelling this mess were as easy as that?