this chapters crap but it's just setting the story.

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Ray opened the door and turned left. He walked down the quiet street and watched the few cars pass. I wonder how long it'll take Red…he mused as he crossed the road.

"Look it's not that bad…" he heard a voice say desperately. He smiled.

"But it hurts!" a young voice sobbed and within seconds, a horribly high pitched scream was heard. Ray's smile turned into a frown as he neared the dramatics, he hated children.

"Sh sh sh…come on it's just a small graze…"

"Ty-Ty?"

"Yes Emma?"

"Can you help me?"

"I'm a bit busy Em…"

"IT HURTS!"

"I know Jay, just calm down and…"

"BUT IT HURTS!" and the screaming continued with the addition of the complaints of a small girl. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"Need some help?"

Tyson opened his eyes and looked up at the figure in front. The sun was behind him so Tyson couldn't see his features but he was sure he'd seen him before.

"My name's Ray, we bumped into each other last night."

"Oh, I'm Tyson" I should probably stop staring…

"So, do you want help?"

"Depends, you got a sledgehammer?" Ray laughed.

"Is that for you or the kid?"

"Ty-Ty?"

Tyson looked down at the long forgotten children. The boy was still clutching at his knee possessively. He had stop crying but his eyes were red and puffy. The girl was standing up and pulling on his t-shirt.

"Sorry Emma, what is it?" he said as he picked the girl up.

"Jay needs a plaster." She said pointing to the nodding five year old.

"Of course." He put the girl down and prised the boy's hands from the cut. "Do you know where your mum keeps them?" the children shook their heads in unison.

"I'll go have a look" Tyson looked up.

"Would you mind?"

"Course not. Just as long as you pay me back" Tyson smirk at him

"With what?"

"Don't know yet?" Ray said and winked before he went into the house.

"Mummy!"

"Huh?" Tyson turned to see Emma run up to her mother. He stood up and patted the dust from his jeans. As the woman came closer, Tyson could hear the little girl talk a mile a minute, telling her mum all about what happened like she every time.

"Hi Mrs. Jones."

"Hello Tyson."

"And then Jay hurt himself really badly and…"

"Oh, is he alright?" she asked.

"Yeah. He just tripped, it's a small graze."

"Oh you and your dramatics Jay" she said as she picked her son up.

"Found one!" they all turned to see Ray come out of the house holding a plaster triumphantly.

"Who's he?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Jones. He's a…friend. He was walking by when Jay hurt himself and offered to get a plaster."

"Oh, well, I suppose you and your friend want to go. Here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out some money. "Thank you as always." Tyson took the offered money and smiled.

"Thank you Mrs. Jones." He smiled pleasantly and walked away, aware that Ray was following.

"So…you actually gonna keep that money?" Ray asked after catching up with him.

"What?" Tyson asked a little shocked "why wouldn't I? I worked damn hard for it!"

"Because you have no use for it, you're dead…" he paused "I would say because it's the right and honest thing to do, but that ain't up my street."

Tyson looked at him dumbfounded. He just stared as the smirk on his face grew. Ray looked sideways at him, acting extremely proud of himself. The angel snapped out of his daze and started to panic.

"How do you know that? Who are you? What do you mean it's not up your street? What…" but he was interrupted by a hand.

"Jesus, you don't half ask a lot of questions…but you still haven't answered mine…" there was silence as Ray moved his hand.

"I put it in her handbag in the car when she goes in the house."

"Well won't you make your Father proud!" Ray teased as he held the angel's chin in his hand. The bluenette jerked his head out of the contact. "Go do it then, we don't have all day!"

After putting the money back and getting some way from the house, Tyson reattempted his questions.

"So, you gonna answer me?" Ray looked at the other boy. He looked younger than him, but then again, he could've died way before him, making him older…but would that count, would he be…. "Yo, hello!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry…wandering mind…" he smiled his cheeky smile as a lady bumped into him.

"Sorry" she mumbled in a high voice before clip-clapping down the street. Ray watched her walk away, her arse bobbing up and down, the skirt rising steadily higher.

"Wandering eye too by the looks of it…" he turned his attention back to the angel.

"Can't help it if I have an eye for beauty" he said as his eyes raked over the innocent.

Tyson felt the heat rush to his cheeks as he noticed Ray's action.

"Um, so…who are you?"

"What? I met you like, ten minutes ago and you don't remember?" he sounded genuinely shocked.

"No, I meant are you really Ray? And…what do you do?"

"What do you mean what do I do?"

"Well, how do you know I'm…dead?" he whispered after checking the other people on the street weren't listening.

"Oooh, well you'd be asking the wrong question then." Tyson quirked an eyebrow at him. "You should be asking 'what are you?'" Tyson became even more confused. "You see, I'm a…" Ray paused as they went round the corner. "Actually, I'm not gonna tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because you won't like it" he whispered seductively in the angel's ear. As the hot breath washed over his ear, the hairs on his back rose as the shiver went down his spine. It had been a long time since Tyson had felt like this. "Then again…" Ray started. He had unnoticeably moved away from Tyson's ear and was now looking up and down his body slowly before returning to the position "maybe you would…"

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