A/N: Okay, people, give me some hints on what you want in this story!

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Bloody Hell! What's all that screaming about!?, Jonathan thought to himself as she started to wake up. He went back to sleep for about 2 more hours. When he finally got up he stood up and stretched. He looked around for Amber, no sight of her.

"Amber?"

He called out into the room, there was no answer. He ran down the hallway and out of the hotel. He looked around, quite scared now. He could almost smell her perfume, it smelt like fresh rain. There was no rain here, so it must be her. He tried to follow the scent and ran into the alleyway. He saw signs of a fight. Soon his nervousness was replaced with anger. He was glad he was in a dark alleyway when his other form took over. After the transformation was done he threw the tatters from his shirt down to the sandy ground. He soon let out a roar of anger and started to walk out. If anyone gave him a hard time about his looks, he would most likely smash their head in. He climbed up a latter that was on a side of a house and got on the roof and looked at the desert as he folded his arms across his chest. He stretched his wings once and soon he felt another prick in his wing. He let out a yell of pain an anger, that was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

"Jonathan?"

Amber as she looked to Jonathan who was also chained to a wall. They were in some sort of a tomb. They were chained by their wrists and ankles to the stone wall. Jonathan shook his head some as he came around, he was just normal ole Jonathan now. He didn't take much notice of what bound him yet, and now began checking them out. His arms were shackled separately above his head, and he began to flex his right arm and pulled on the chain. His massive arm flexed more and more, and sand began falling from around the area of the wall where the shackle was connected to. With a fierce grunt, he gave a tremendous pull and the chain burst out of the wall taking much of it with it, with sand and debris from the wall shooting across the room. Then with both hands on the other one, he did the same but with less effort, and finally the ankle ones. Amber just looked at him as if he was a god or something.

"How the hell did you do that?!"

She asked as she tried to get free, or was it trying to get away from him? The chains and shackle bracelets were still hanging from his wrists, With a grip of steel, he grasped one of them and pried it apart with a loud grunt, then the other one. The ankle one had already came off before. He began to walk towards her. His shirt was badly tattered, so with one mighty sweep of his right hand he tore it off and tossed it against the wall. He walked up to her, and reached for the nearest shackle that bound her. With one strong on one of her shackles, and the other hand on the other one, he gave a loud low grunt that made the chains rattle from the energy of his voice alone, and gave one tremendous pull that took two large areas of he wall out, debris flying everywhere. Both turned their heads to protect their eyes from cloud of dust and debris. Then he reached down with only one hand and pulled her ankle chains out of the wall. He then grasped the chain bracelet on her wrists and threw them across the tomb crashing against some statues at the far end of tomb.