Kingdom of Angels

After being abandoned by the world, Three- Twenty did the only thing he could do, die. Except as he almost succeeded, a hand reached out to him and showed him what it means to live.
Now with friends, Three- Twenty confess his past and his power, which is related to the now looming threat over the city. Faced against angels who plan to demolish the entire city and kill off the Mixed Bloods, and their own demons within, it is questionable as to who will live and who will die.
Follow Three- Twenty and Tear Drop as they fight against time and monsters to find saftey for themselves and others.

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                                                                                    ~Three-Twenty~  

 

 Frozen concrete that laid below me kept the fire within my body from consuming me entirely. Shivers rocked my bones despite the heat I felt as my body curled into a tight ball. This fever will only add to my problems, if I could manage to live through this. It's funny though how I was saved from drowning only to have my body give out afterwards. Well, if I helped those two guys from before it wouldn't be too bad.

 As I closed my eyes the image of Tear appeared. He seemed so strong both mentally and physically. I always wished to be strong while in the orphanage, to be able to protect... My heart squeezed at the thought. At the person who I called family and how I failed to protect him when I had to. Every single time he got punished for standing up for me, for comforting me at night, or when the fire happened. He was always there for me since I was shipped to the orphanage, and because he was so kind and loving I wanted to be strong for him.

 The tears formed without my knowlegde. Before I could stop them they broke me, wrecking my emotional barrier. My sobs shaked my body and were too loud, if anyone was around they would easily hear me but I found myself not caring about being found. "Mikale." I called out as if he would be alive, as if he would wrap me in a blanket after tending to my wounds. As if he would hold my hand while protecting me so I could sleep. "Mikale... I'm sorry."

 He sacraficed his life for me. Took all the whippings he could for me. And now all his good doings would be for nothing. I would die here after a sorrowful life, not accomplishing anything or living a life he would have wanted for me. "I'm sorry Mikale. I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." I cried into my arms.

 "Whose Mikale?" A familiar voice asked. Startled I looked up at the man standing so close to me. His piercings glinted from the moon light and Tear's dark eyes looked down at me, peering into my weakened state. What was he doing here? Did he come back to see if the teenagers decided to show up?

 "Tear?" Maybe this was a hallucination. But why would I hallucinate him of all people? Was it because he saved my life earlier today? Sighing he dropped to a knee, his warmth engulfing me once more as he picked me up. His body heat lessened my shivers a little bit and I was strangely comforted by his strength and the sound of his  heartbeat that I could hear loudly.

 "You're going to end up killing yourself right after I saved you, idiot." He said and started walking out of the building. This wasn't a hallucination. He was real, his warmth and protection surrounded me. Just like Mikale. I started to silently cry again, getting his shirt wet. "Why are you crying?" He asked. "People who only cry are good for nothing."

 Why was he being so harsh? "Where are you taking me?" I asked him, trying to ignore what he said. I knew that I was crying a lot but nobody was good for nothing, everyone was precious to someone and had something to offer to this world.

 "Somewhere where you can get cleaned up and healed. It won't be great but it is better than here." He answered me. Shock gathered within me. He was going to take care of me, a random stranger that was homeless? I didn't know what to say so I decided to stay quiet. We stopped at a car in a parking spot that was sparse of life. He somehow managed to open the door with me in his arms and put me in the seat, buckling me into the car. It smelled like cigerettes and leather from the seats.

 He got into the other side and started the car. "Why?" I finally managed to say something. Waiting for an answer I turned to look at him. "You saved me before and now you're going out of your way to do it again. I have nothing to offer you, I am homeless and no one special, so why?" 

 His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he drove. A minute passed and I was still waiting for an answer. "I only went back because I lost something and heard you crying like a child. Seeing you dying after I just saved your ass pissed me off. I'll find a way for you to pay me back, don't worry." He said.

 He lost something? I felt the ring in my pocket and wondered if it was his. I pulled it out and held it up for him to see. "This was on the floor in the room you were in, is it yours?" I asked him. He looked over and nodded, taking it away from me.

 "Thanks." He murmured and put it on his middle finger. It fit there perfectly and from the looks of it he was attatched to it. I didn't bother to say anything else, instead I looked out the window and was in awe. I couldn't remember the last time I was in a car and the way we were moving so fast dazzled me. We pulled into a building lot and from what I could tell we were at an apartment.

 "Can you move on your own or do you need me to help you again?" He asked. I blushed and looked at him. I didn't want to seem more weak or rely on him so much. He was doing so much for me already so walking shouldn't be a problem.

 Looking at the car door I opened it. Well tried to. Sighing he pulled a lever and the door open. "Thanks... I can walk." I told him and got out. He followed and stared at me, as if waiting for me to collapse. The way he expected so little of me irritated me a little bit, I wasn't a child that needed protection.

 Finally when I managed to walk a few feet from the car he started to move. "Where do we go?" I asked him.

 "Follow me." He said and headed to the front door. He waited until I was inside to close the door. Inside the building were two staircases leading up or down. Tear took the one that went up and I realized that I might have trouble. I didn't want to seem weak in front of him, I wanted to seem strong. But in this condition I had to question my ability to put on that act. Halfway up the first flight of stairs I started to cough.

 It was dry and painful, bringing tears to my eyes as I fought to get air into my lungs. The stairs started to tilt and my body leaned against the wall. Trying to fix my breathing I didn't realized Tear was coming towards me to help. He picked me up and I tried to fight against him. "Stop doing that." He ordered. I didn't want to do as he said. "You're too light, it's like you're only skin and bones." He noted and stopped at a door.

 I thought he would put me down to open it but somehow he managed to keep me pressed against him and opened the door. Inside was sparse and unwelcoming. The living room was what I noticed first. A singular couch was pushing against the wall with a coffee table in front of it. Books were piled everywhere on the floor, the couch, and even the table.

 Drapes blocked any light that would come in and despite this place being heated it was cold. Did Tear actually live here? He took off his shoes and walked into a small hallway and into a bathroom. The light switched on and hurt my eyes a little. Gently he put me on the toilet seat and opened the mirror. "Take off your clothes." He demanded. Heat crept up my face and I stared at him.

 Wetting a cloth he grabbed my naked arm, wiping off any dirt. I purposely hid my back from him as much as I could due to childhood scars that I didn't want him to see. Some of the wounds didn't fully scab over yet and when he put rubbing alcohol on them it hurt. "That pain is good. It means that it is getting cleaned." Both of us were silent as he tended to my wounds. Once he was done he threw out the used stuff and even my clothes. When I was about to object he told me he would give me some of his as a replacement.

 Afterwards as I still didn't move he turned on the water to warm it up. "Bathe and I'll put out some clothes for you. I'll also make us a late supper." I nodded and stood up, half excited to be clean but nervous because I didn't want to pass out while bathing and drown.               

 

 

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