…
When I was searching my mind
Just to find out if I ever defined who I am
Could I ever afford to consider being more?
..

Jesse Speaks

I did my best to try and pay attention to Ben but whatever was going on with this building, it seemed to be drawing all of my attention, like an irritating itch that you can't reach, like having an arch enemy within your reach and all you want to do is sink your teeth into their flesh and see if they do taste any differently to humans, to break the bones in their fragile wings slowly one at a time and enjoy the grind of it in my hands then-

'Hey, Houston to Major Tom?'
Blinking, I took my hand off the brick wall feeling like I just got over a hangover. What the hell was that? I didn't really want to do that to Angels… did I? I mean of course I am something they want destroyed, but I didn't want them destroyed, what could I gain from that?
Ben was watching me with a worried look and I wiped my hands on my jeans.
'What did you mean Angels have Claire?'
'I mean that she is in there and the Angels have put… this up so they are not disturbed.'
'We're going to disturb them doing what?'
I smiled at Ben; was it a good thing that he had faith enough in me that I could get us in to stop them?
'Let's find out.'

Ben took a couple of steps back, keeping an eye on the busy traffic and I ran my palm along the wall, searching for an original door entry. Finding one, I pressed both my hands to the brick, feeling something more, something that didn't belong. Ben still stood behind me and I knew I couldn't let him down, I couldn't let Claire down. I wasn't able to sense anything from her and I knew this had to come down or else God only knew what was happening to her.

I drew on everything I had, focusing it onto my fingers and as I felt it build, it was like seeing a piece of paper and I dug my fingers in, ripping it in half.
The illusion fell; the large school doors in front of me now and a shimmer rolled across the building, revealing all the other doors and windows that had been hidden from us.
'Wow.' Ben chuckled, clapping me on the back as I caught my breath, opening the doors carefully.

There was nothing special about the inside, just an old school and as Ben had his gun ready in front of him, scanning in each room and behind lockers in the hall I tried to focus on anything that shouldn't belong, like what was up on the first floor. Gesturing that to Ben, I jogged to try and keep up with him, taking the steps two at a time.
'Shouldn't there be kids here?' Ben asked when we got to the top, pulling out his phone and calling Claire again.
We both strained to hear a vibrate or a ringtone but it was only silence we got back.
The classrooms were dull, the light from grubby windows fractured by the dust in the air.
'Doesn't look like there have been kids here for a while. That or the janitor hasn't been doing his job.'
Ben scoffed, making sure to go into each room but I could sense the doubt starting to set in on him but one room caught my eyes.

The door was shut, much like many others but I wasn't able to sense anything behind it. I was blocked from entering it and I nudged Ben who kept quiet, rounding on the door. Once more Ben redialled, the phone hovering over his ear but it lowered soon when ZZ Top started to play.
It played on for a bit but stopped abruptly and Ben nodded at me and I held my hands to the door, ready to rip this wall down as well. It was stronger than the other but I could be as well; they better not be hurting Claire in there or else I would be tasting blood.

Just as I was ready to tare, I felt it vanish, dropping around my feet like water and I stepped away quickly, noticing the door handle move. Gun ready, Ben pressed against the wall behind the door and I kept my hands ready for a fight as the door swung open.
A familiar mop of blonde hair stepped out and I hesitated in my attack, frozen to the spot as surprised blue eyes stared up at me.
'Jesse?'
Claire didn't seem happy to see us, more angry when Ben also stepped around the door, lowering his gun as a smile spread over his face but it didn't last when Claire huffed, marching past the both of us.

'Claire! Wait, what are you doing?'
'What am I doing, what the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?'
Ben raced after Claire, who seemed to be scared by something. As she disappeared down the stairs I glanced into the classroom, not sure what I should be expecting. It was just a normal classroom, the desks all lined up facing the black board but again a sensation fell over me and all I wanted to do was release my anger in any way. I could track the angels that had been in there, I could smell them but then I remembered that I didn't have control over everything yet and I wasn't a hunter of angels. No, I am a hunter of my own kind…
I admit I was an anti-Christ but did I really have to fight with myself every time something more pure than I was near? This wasn't normal and my hand trembled as I rubbed my eyes to try and shake this feeling. Would I ever be normal? At least be able to control myself all the time and not lose it and turn against those that wanted to help?

If I couldn't control myself, even protect myself, what good was I to Adam, Claire and Ben? They were counting on me to remain as Jesse, not some sort of demon that could destroy the world if I wanted.
I walked from the room, almost sad now as I thought of Zeno. He was the same as me; did he have these same feelings?
Is that what I might become?

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Silver-Kirin
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