ANGEL: THE ANGELIC PROTECTOR
Summery: Sarge was on her way to save Angel. Only little did Angel know, there was more at stake then just saving Cleo or the Resistance leader would be the evident conclusion of her own life. Angel was walking into a trap one set by the closest person inside the ranks, Sarge didn't know who the killer was or will be but she knew only of one thing. Angel wouldn't die, not if she lived long enough to see it. What was Angel hiding from Uriah and from Dag, how did Zane know so much? What are his secret and the lessons that would follow them to even their graves? We are now confronted with the reason Angel was to be killed for her resistance of the baileys.
Angel crept up to the camps and the alliance building, which stood in shambles, everything, and everywhere around it. She crouched down in the Fourier of the crumbled building. Looking through her glasses she sees an odd shapeless beam showing signs of heat gathering in one spot almost like a heat sensor. Adjusting the perimeters, few notches, the beam was gone. 'A malfunction with Zane's gear. Hmm . . . I guess I will just have Zane run a check on it when I get back.' The small simple thought that adjusted her thinking back to the logical plan. Shaking the feeling of delusion that someone was there she moved forward inside the trenched space of a building. Angel secured every move she made until she walked by the shapeless beam she had seen and sensed the presence of her lover, the adoration as she felt a hand try to touch her face. To graze the fingertips against her skin again, Angel closed her eyes with a small faint whisper she could hear the wind against her ear. "Rose!" She then moved on shaking the feeling once more 'This was no time to lose your head, Tuyen! Damn it, I know how much I miss her, but I have to learn to live with it! Duty is first.' Angel moves past the feeling opened the steal-graded doorway. She coursed through the entrance stealthily, staggering from the ancient smell of the rotted flesh from the burned out fires. Angel moves on inside sliding against the wall, wishing that Uriah was there to help her with the darkness. She was never sure of the mission, but always willing to strike first. A look of fear rose across her face she heard voices, voices not so far in the distance gaining the access to her and the door. Angel quivered for a lost moment then ducked inside a tunneling tube, closing her eyes she waited as the sound of shuffling footsteps made their way past her hiding spot. Angel slid her hand, then her body over slowly towards the small opening on the other end, away from the still remaining guards that had positioned themselves next to where she had ducked into the tunneling tube. Angel looked out and around but knew that she couldn't get away without a distraction. She had one and only chance to do something she had never done before. She closed her eyes tight, and bit her bottom lip hard and then, BANG! , a loud sound had hit the door. The two guards fling open the solid door as Angel carefully sneaks away into another corridor and into a shaft she flips a 360 and swoops down to the next few levels, with skill and grace. She clicked a small button on her wristband. Then she touched a button on the right side of her glasses, another on the left. Her right lens turned into a night vision scope, the left lens pops up a visual of the underground and all the map coordinates of secret tunnels and passageways. She looks around focusing the right lens when both lenses targeted a passageway hidden behind the furthest wall from her. So Angel walks slowly checking the hallways for any sign of mutants. She removed the boxes that covered the adjacent wall, "Come to poppi." It revealed a latched hatch made of steal grading again, but the lock was very old and rusted. Angel takes the lock in her hands, slowly crushing it with force of her strength and mind. A smirk of pride raised Angel's upper lip. A slight lift of the eyebrow, as she opened the hatch, she hoisted herself up in the air and swinging legs first into the man-made isolated sewer tunnels. She closed the hatch, then flung herself through the murky dark tube, sliding to the core's end. She studies her surroundings, the was the smell of disgusting waste still sparking her senses and making her stomach that much more weak. She adjusted herself to be able to uses her glasses again, suddenly the night vision disappeared. She glares over the top of her glasses then checks the grading of the tube she was in, solid metal, 'Weird. Must be a very old building. No one has used metal in decades.' The confusion let her mind drift, then she adjusted her glasses again. There was a small open space. It began to focus with more light. She was seeing through the metal, extraordinary things began to come in view. She suddenly saw people, tables, children, and crates of imported goods. She saw the head of the gathering standing in the center of the table. Angel focused on the person and beginning to get the read outs of the biological structure of the person. Then after the scanning was done the name appeared on the screen. Flashing at least three times, Angel knew she was in the right position.
Angel switched the lenses back to night vision. Seeing the steal grading a foot or more away, she dove towards it. Lightning fast, she busted through the grading, doing a small flip at the end. She took out two mutant guards without a second glance. No expression on her face, not even a smile. She was cold as ice. The leader looked at her in relief, with an expression of surprise. Angel didn't care but that was her last shot from her laser. She pulled the angelic sword from her back, in the shaped of a katna only with the straight edge of a Ninja. It had wings that graced the end and the white ivory was carved in all angels. Only when she touched it, a glow emanated from it for a moment. The children were impressed by the static glow. Angel twirled the sword quickly for a better grip. Then she pointed it at the leader. It made a high pitch noise only dogs could hear. Angel felt the power in her hands. A resistance member thought Angel was a little too cocky and knew a sword could never out do a laser. He ran and grabbed one of the mutants' laser guns, pointed to Angel back. Shots ran across the place as everyone screamed in the horror. Angel slipped the sword behind her back and a force field projects from it, protecting the back of her body. "Russell, this is not our enemy. This is Angel, The Angelic Protector. She is here to help us." Angel saw the expression on the leader's face and finally the tension dies. The leader looks at Angel slightly disarrayed, she manages to take her by the arm and she says "So where has my little girl been this whole time?" She slid her glasses off, then with another look to her mother's face she knew what was to come, "You really want to do this, don't you? You know I can't stop this. Quinlan is out there, he knows me. He knows of me, if he finds out how to open those portals...Mom there's no way."
The dark-haired woman walked away from her, her deep blue eyes tingled in Angel stares. "Your father would be so proud Angel. You have to finish what he started, what his legacy is about. You are the only one who can defeat Quinlan. The baileys for that matter, it's part of your blood. You're the only hope for the survival of the resistance now." The look on her mother's face read that she knew of the sacrifice, and knew Angel would give it for anything. But was the cause worth the fight, a man runs over and says "Mrs. Vollon, I hate to interrupt but everything is ready. We can make it to the surface now. Shall we go?" The dark-haired woman turned to see the look on the handsome man, " Yeah, we need to go!" Angel turns to face the door of the imprisonment and the guards they selected, the rhythm of life seemed to slow to a stop as the mutants sling their guns back and forth, shooting.
A laser shot descends on Angel but her mother jumps in front of the lightning flare. Angel feels her mother fall back into her arms and is paralyzed. The blood flowed from her soft pink lips. Angel was engrossed at the sight of her mother's face. She held her in her arms and sat on the ground with her as the great protector tried to control what was going on in her mind. The rebels were moving up the shaft for the fast getaway as planned. Suddenly the familiar face of many lifetimes of friendship and loyalty walked inside the darkened prison. Angel looked up in disgust but held to her mother and kissed her cheek. Softly, Angel placed a small instrument on the back of her mother's head and it clicked twice then it glowed. Suddenly Angel was knocked out from behind. She felt abandonment, betrayal, and the lost love, the longing that hadn't been there in so long.
A voice concealed her passion it spoke softly, "Angel, you got to get up! You have to stop them before they destroy the earth. Your people need you Angel." Angel felt the tug on her heart. Chains wrapped around her ankles, her hands dangling above her head. The light in her precious ice blue eyes faded to a demure color of gray. She was in pain. Her body stripped half nude of her garments and water flowed down her legs and her chest down and in her nose. It was painful, her body being stretched to the limits. The back stabbing person walked through the door with Angel's other teammates. Dag moved over to Angel and looked down, squatted before her.
"You know it would have been a bit more simple for you to say You know Dag you do a fine job out there on the PT's. Or Dag you really can kick betrayer central ass. But, No you're always too damn busy to worry about the things I can do." Angel glares at him still disgusted then with a weak voice she stops and say's, "Well if I knew you were that hard up for me Dag you would have never made it to 2nd rank." The voice seemed to break from the pain that Angel could feel running through her muscled thighs and calves. Her lungs felt as if they were ready to collapse, her arms felt stretched out of her sockets. Her breathing became even more shallow, "Ah, Angel. You know you have always wanted me. I was the only one who could hold to your equal." Angel's eyes dimmed and her eyelids closed, "You sick betraying mother..." Dag smiles his illusive smile, "Why Angel, what a temper you have there! Won't you give us a little kiss, cutie?" Dag leans in to kiss Angel on the lips. Angel looks at him as if she would lean in to kiss him back. When suddenly she swings her body back as Dag closed his eyes, clashing with Angel's head. Dag felt the chains hit with thud on his forehead. The chains wrapped around his neck and began to choke him. Angel had swung the chains that bound her arms around Dag's neck and as she was about to snap them she say's, "Looks like the only kiss you get is from my fist."
Summery: Sarge was on her way to save Angel. Only little did Angel know, there was more at stake then just saving Cleo or the Resistance leader would be the evident conclusion of her own life. Angel was walking into a trap one set by the closest person inside the ranks, Sarge didn't know who the killer was or will be but she knew only of one thing. Angel wouldn't die, not if she lived long enough to see it. What was Angel hiding from Uriah and from Dag, how did Zane know so much? What are his secret and the lessons that would follow them to even their graves? We are now confronted with the reason Angel was to be killed for her resistance of the baileys.
Angel crept up to the camps and the alliance building, which stood in shambles, everything, and everywhere around it. She crouched down in the Fourier of the crumbled building. Looking through her glasses she sees an odd shapeless beam showing signs of heat gathering in one spot almost like a heat sensor. Adjusting the perimeters, few notches, the beam was gone. 'A malfunction with Zane's gear. Hmm . . . I guess I will just have Zane run a check on it when I get back.' The small simple thought that adjusted her thinking back to the logical plan. Shaking the feeling of delusion that someone was there she moved forward inside the trenched space of a building. Angel secured every move she made until she walked by the shapeless beam she had seen and sensed the presence of her lover, the adoration as she felt a hand try to touch her face. To graze the fingertips against her skin again, Angel closed her eyes with a small faint whisper she could hear the wind against her ear. "Rose!" She then moved on shaking the feeling once more 'This was no time to lose your head, Tuyen! Damn it, I know how much I miss her, but I have to learn to live with it! Duty is first.' Angel moves past the feeling opened the steal-graded doorway. She coursed through the entrance stealthily, staggering from the ancient smell of the rotted flesh from the burned out fires. Angel moves on inside sliding against the wall, wishing that Uriah was there to help her with the darkness. She was never sure of the mission, but always willing to strike first. A look of fear rose across her face she heard voices, voices not so far in the distance gaining the access to her and the door. Angel quivered for a lost moment then ducked inside a tunneling tube, closing her eyes she waited as the sound of shuffling footsteps made their way past her hiding spot. Angel slid her hand, then her body over slowly towards the small opening on the other end, away from the still remaining guards that had positioned themselves next to where she had ducked into the tunneling tube. Angel looked out and around but knew that she couldn't get away without a distraction. She had one and only chance to do something she had never done before. She closed her eyes tight, and bit her bottom lip hard and then, BANG! , a loud sound had hit the door. The two guards fling open the solid door as Angel carefully sneaks away into another corridor and into a shaft she flips a 360 and swoops down to the next few levels, with skill and grace. She clicked a small button on her wristband. Then she touched a button on the right side of her glasses, another on the left. Her right lens turned into a night vision scope, the left lens pops up a visual of the underground and all the map coordinates of secret tunnels and passageways. She looks around focusing the right lens when both lenses targeted a passageway hidden behind the furthest wall from her. So Angel walks slowly checking the hallways for any sign of mutants. She removed the boxes that covered the adjacent wall, "Come to poppi." It revealed a latched hatch made of steal grading again, but the lock was very old and rusted. Angel takes the lock in her hands, slowly crushing it with force of her strength and mind. A smirk of pride raised Angel's upper lip. A slight lift of the eyebrow, as she opened the hatch, she hoisted herself up in the air and swinging legs first into the man-made isolated sewer tunnels. She closed the hatch, then flung herself through the murky dark tube, sliding to the core's end. She studies her surroundings, the was the smell of disgusting waste still sparking her senses and making her stomach that much more weak. She adjusted herself to be able to uses her glasses again, suddenly the night vision disappeared. She glares over the top of her glasses then checks the grading of the tube she was in, solid metal, 'Weird. Must be a very old building. No one has used metal in decades.' The confusion let her mind drift, then she adjusted her glasses again. There was a small open space. It began to focus with more light. She was seeing through the metal, extraordinary things began to come in view. She suddenly saw people, tables, children, and crates of imported goods. She saw the head of the gathering standing in the center of the table. Angel focused on the person and beginning to get the read outs of the biological structure of the person. Then after the scanning was done the name appeared on the screen. Flashing at least three times, Angel knew she was in the right position.
Angel switched the lenses back to night vision. Seeing the steal grading a foot or more away, she dove towards it. Lightning fast, she busted through the grading, doing a small flip at the end. She took out two mutant guards without a second glance. No expression on her face, not even a smile. She was cold as ice. The leader looked at her in relief, with an expression of surprise. Angel didn't care but that was her last shot from her laser. She pulled the angelic sword from her back, in the shaped of a katna only with the straight edge of a Ninja. It had wings that graced the end and the white ivory was carved in all angels. Only when she touched it, a glow emanated from it for a moment. The children were impressed by the static glow. Angel twirled the sword quickly for a better grip. Then she pointed it at the leader. It made a high pitch noise only dogs could hear. Angel felt the power in her hands. A resistance member thought Angel was a little too cocky and knew a sword could never out do a laser. He ran and grabbed one of the mutants' laser guns, pointed to Angel back. Shots ran across the place as everyone screamed in the horror. Angel slipped the sword behind her back and a force field projects from it, protecting the back of her body. "Russell, this is not our enemy. This is Angel, The Angelic Protector. She is here to help us." Angel saw the expression on the leader's face and finally the tension dies. The leader looks at Angel slightly disarrayed, she manages to take her by the arm and she says "So where has my little girl been this whole time?" She slid her glasses off, then with another look to her mother's face she knew what was to come, "You really want to do this, don't you? You know I can't stop this. Quinlan is out there, he knows me. He knows of me, if he finds out how to open those portals...Mom there's no way."
The dark-haired woman walked away from her, her deep blue eyes tingled in Angel stares. "Your father would be so proud Angel. You have to finish what he started, what his legacy is about. You are the only one who can defeat Quinlan. The baileys for that matter, it's part of your blood. You're the only hope for the survival of the resistance now." The look on her mother's face read that she knew of the sacrifice, and knew Angel would give it for anything. But was the cause worth the fight, a man runs over and says "Mrs. Vollon, I hate to interrupt but everything is ready. We can make it to the surface now. Shall we go?" The dark-haired woman turned to see the look on the handsome man, " Yeah, we need to go!" Angel turns to face the door of the imprisonment and the guards they selected, the rhythm of life seemed to slow to a stop as the mutants sling their guns back and forth, shooting.
A laser shot descends on Angel but her mother jumps in front of the lightning flare. Angel feels her mother fall back into her arms and is paralyzed. The blood flowed from her soft pink lips. Angel was engrossed at the sight of her mother's face. She held her in her arms and sat on the ground with her as the great protector tried to control what was going on in her mind. The rebels were moving up the shaft for the fast getaway as planned. Suddenly the familiar face of many lifetimes of friendship and loyalty walked inside the darkened prison. Angel looked up in disgust but held to her mother and kissed her cheek. Softly, Angel placed a small instrument on the back of her mother's head and it clicked twice then it glowed. Suddenly Angel was knocked out from behind. She felt abandonment, betrayal, and the lost love, the longing that hadn't been there in so long.
A voice concealed her passion it spoke softly, "Angel, you got to get up! You have to stop them before they destroy the earth. Your people need you Angel." Angel felt the tug on her heart. Chains wrapped around her ankles, her hands dangling above her head. The light in her precious ice blue eyes faded to a demure color of gray. She was in pain. Her body stripped half nude of her garments and water flowed down her legs and her chest down and in her nose. It was painful, her body being stretched to the limits. The back stabbing person walked through the door with Angel's other teammates. Dag moved over to Angel and looked down, squatted before her.
"You know it would have been a bit more simple for you to say You know Dag you do a fine job out there on the PT's. Or Dag you really can kick betrayer central ass. But, No you're always too damn busy to worry about the things I can do." Angel glares at him still disgusted then with a weak voice she stops and say's, "Well if I knew you were that hard up for me Dag you would have never made it to 2nd rank." The voice seemed to break from the pain that Angel could feel running through her muscled thighs and calves. Her lungs felt as if they were ready to collapse, her arms felt stretched out of her sockets. Her breathing became even more shallow, "Ah, Angel. You know you have always wanted me. I was the only one who could hold to your equal." Angel's eyes dimmed and her eyelids closed, "You sick betraying mother..." Dag smiles his illusive smile, "Why Angel, what a temper you have there! Won't you give us a little kiss, cutie?" Dag leans in to kiss Angel on the lips. Angel looks at him as if she would lean in to kiss him back. When suddenly she swings her body back as Dag closed his eyes, clashing with Angel's head. Dag felt the chains hit with thud on his forehead. The chains wrapped around his neck and began to choke him. Angel had swung the chains that bound her arms around Dag's neck and as she was about to snap them she say's, "Looks like the only kiss you get is from my fist."