Greetings earthlings! I'm back with more depressingness! CONFETTI IT'S A PARADE! Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Sorry for the lack of updates. It's been the mock tests for my GCSE's. I think you American Peeps call it Finals. Not sure. *realizing how suckish it is to be fourteen at the moment* Anyhoo…
FeathersMcStrange: Thanks Alice! I hate Kruger too. As weird as that sounds, seeing as I created him :/ Thanks for the review, Thing One!
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I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW SHORT THIS CHAPTER IS. I HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW D:
Enjoy you guys!
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After a long time, Erik decided what he had to do. Obviously he couldn't let them out.
They could be evil….Like in Gremlins. Erik thought. With a slight nod of his head. With that said,He knew he had to get him out of those chains.
"Stay here, Caleb. " He instructed, as he opened up a desk drawer and fished out an old key.
Being the bosses son sure did have its perks.
He cautiously walked up to the air locked door. "You won't attack me?" He asked. Looking at Gabriel warily. Gabriel rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Erik tapped in the code to the door.
ECBA234
There was a low hiss as the door opened, like a bus putting on its breaks. Now that he was standing in the room, Erik could smell the stench of dried blood. He looked over at the girl. He could feel the heat radiating off her. He looked back at the man. To tell the truth, Erik was a little nervous about the fact that the man had wings. But nothing deserved to be chained up like that. Muttering a silent prayer, he unlocked the chains. As soon as he felt the chains fall from his wrists Gabriel rushed forward. Skidding to his knees.
"Feath! Look at me!" He cried. "Oh I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry baby!"
Feathers looked up. She had a fever. A bad one to say the least. Gabriel lifted her up into his arms, cradling her close to her chest. Erik just watched, eyes wide.
"Hold on baby, hold on…"
"W-Where's Jiah?"
Gabriel just held her tighter, head bowed, eyes shedding tear after tear. "I-I'm getting them back."
"I promise"
"JIAH!"
Balthazar kicked and punched, trying to break free and run to his friend. Jiah promised he wouldn't let anything happen to him. That didn't mean Balthazar wasn't going to return the favour. "J!"
Balthazar couldn't see his best friend's eyes. All that was there were shining balls of light.
"JIAH I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT!"
"Get the brat out of here!" Someone shouted, and Balthazar felt himself being roughly yanked away. "No! You don't understand! He can't use his power! He can't!"
Scientists were rushing around, trying to do things that quite frankly quadrupled the fear in his heart. "Stop it!"
Kruger angrily stomped forward. If you want something done, do it yourself. He grabbed Balthazar by his already broken wing. Pulling it harshly he sent the young angel back peddling. He turned back and shouted at his workers. "GET THAT KID TO SOLITARY!"
Balthazar didn't see what happened after that. The pain in his wings was excruciating. The bullets had shattered both of his wing bones. Balthazar could tell this because he could feel the shards digging into his spine. Kruger dragged him down the corridor. Back to where Gabriel and Feathers were. Ignoring all of Balthazar's shouts for his best friend. If Kruger had been able to understand what the young angel was saying, he would know that Balthazar was calling him every name under the sun.
"I said let go of me you evil motherfu—"
"ERIK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Balthazar frowned, and tried to look around his shoulder painfully. Who the hell…
Gabriel looked up from where he was cradling his feverish soul mate. Erik Kruger had never looked so scared in his life. He whirled around and met his Fathers angry gaze. Joel Kruger had hit him before. And there was no saying that he wouldn't hit him again. Erik gasped a little when he saw what his Father was doing. He was dragging a boy, that looked to be about the same age as him, down to the containment cell. The boy had wings. Or at least he used to. They were in tatters. Gabriel felt sick as soon as his eyes fell on his little brother.
Oh god…no…
Erik rushed out of the cell. Not to get away from his Father, like most people would, but to run to his little brothers side. He lifted Caleb into his arms and held him protectively away from their Father. Something that no boy should ever do.
Kruger was furious. Erik could see that. In fact, he was pretty damn sure that if this were a cartoon, his Dad would have smoke coming out of his ears. Balthazar hissed in pain. "Arrgh! You bastard!"
Little Caleb's eyes widened. "Rik! He said a naughty word." Caleb whispered.
"Erik Anthony James Kruger, what the fuck were you thinking!" Kruger screamed, throwing Balthazar into the cell and slamming the door shut behind him. Air locking it tightly.
He looked back at his eldest with a fire in his eyes.
"Well? Explain!"
"You're the one that needs to do the explaining , Dad! They're human!"
Kruger laughed. "Oh they're human are they? Do tell me, how many kids at your school have wings?"
Erik wasn't going to back down. Not this time.
"You're tearing them apart! They're a family Dad! Look at them!" Erik gestured to the angels in the cell. Gabriel was cradling both Balthazar and Feathers in his arms, with his wings covering them both like feathery blankets. The Archangel looked up, his eyes met with Erik.
Poor Kid…
Poor Poor Kid.
Kruger didn't answer his son. Erik was furious. "Coz you would know anything about family." He spat. Staring his father down. "Name one time that you've done anything for us!"
Still no reply from Kruger.
"See? Exactly!" Erik yelled. "I don't blame Mom for leaving you!"
The hit was backhanded, and violent. Sending Erik crashing to the floor. Caleb went with him, and burst into tears.
Kruger stared down at his boys. Erik held the back of his hand up to his lip. It was bleeding.
Gabriel shook his head . "This is crazy." He looked down. "Aw…Balthy what have they done to you?"
"S-Shot my wings…"
Gabriel winced. "I'm so sorry little guy…this is all my fault."
"No it isn't. It's mine. If I hadn't made you go on the Roller coaster again, you wouldn't have felt sick…and we'd be back home now….they've got Jiah.." Balthazar whispered. Close to tears. "He used his power when they were hurting me."
"He what?" Gabriel squeaked, "Oh man…that's the last thing I need. The Angel Of Storms having a goddamn electricity overload."
"I'm sorry, Gabriel." Balthazar mumbled.
"Dammit Kid…you don't have to be sorry…"
"Do you like cars? I like cars."
Castiel wasn't sure how he had found the playground. Michael had left him there while Father, Lucifer and himself looked around. It was Castiel's first time on a playpark on earth. And he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. That is, until the little boy started talking to him. The boy had long brown gold hair, he was a little smaller than Castiel. "Yes." Was all Castiel answered with. He wasn't all too sure what a car was.
"How old are you?" The boy asked, cheerily enough. "I'm four!"
Castiel didn't know how to answer. He was 4 centuries old. But he guessed he could just go with 4.
"I am of that same age." He said. Watching as the little boy climbed up the steps to the slide.
"You speak funny." He giggled. Castiel blinked. All the teachers said he spoke adequately. Perhaps things were different on earth.
"My Daddy's taking me to a baseball game today!" The boy beamed. "He says its because I've been good with the new baby."
Castiel nodded. And poked around in the sand pit with a flimsy plastic spade. He opened his mouth to talk about his family when the park gate opened. A man walked up to them. He was tall, with black hair and a kind face. Castiel could see a lady walking past, pushing a buggy.
The man looked down at his son and smiled. But frowned a little when he saw Castiel. He crouched down and looked at his little boy.
"Who's this then?"
"I don't know his name yet, Daddy. He hasn't told me."
The man smiled. "Maybe he's a little shy. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
The boy nodded and flashed Castiel a wide, gap filled smile.
"My name's Dean Winchester. What's yours?"