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.


9. 9



 Once more Tear kept his distance while walking to wherever we were going, his body tense as he seemed to be on guard. The past few hours played on repeat as I searched for a reason as to why he was ignoring now. Did I actually scare him away from me? Did I do something wrong? Did I act a weird way around him after he touched my face and wiped away my tears? I couldn't remember doing anything off. Even if he said that I wasn't a demon, worry still set deep within me.

 Looking at Tear now I took in his expressionless face. The inhuman parts of him has vanished but the beginning forms of bruises and wounds started to form. A black eye already started to darken the skin around his eyes, his lip was busted with dried blood covering the opening. Why did he have to get beaten up to see if I was worthy enough to join their gang?

 Thinking about joining a gang still sent shivers down my spine and unsettled me, making me over think even more. Never did I ever believe that I would be in a gang since the nature of it was just not for me. In general I was a weak person both mentally and physically. It was a miracle that I had enough courage to try and protect Tear today. So when I let go of the cursed power within me today I was taken aback, I never used it on purpose before. Not even if my life was depending on it.

 A thought struck me and I felt my heart falter for a second. If I had this power before... If I wasn't useless back then...

 Shaking my head I looked around at the scenery. I never been on this side of town before and it was beautiful. Many people was bustling about with lights and various decorations hung up around the stores. As we walked by a group of strangers a sweet tune filled my ears. It was soft and alluring almost a perfect song for my soul. Without realizing it I slowed to a stop in front of a person playing the violin. "Don't stop pretty boy. Come on, we need to get to the office building." Beanie said and went back to come hear me.

 "What is this song?" I asked him.

 "Don't know and don't care. Now come on, it's not safe out here." Beanie said and started walking away. I quickly followed him not wanting to be left behind. As I caught up with the others I wondered why Beanie said it wasn't safe. Still trying to understand what Beanie meant we rounded a corner into another small alleyway and stopped at a discrete door. It wasn't very noticable and I wouldn't have taken it into account if I was by myself just wandering around.

 A small loft greeted us with stairs going up or down. Beyond the staircases were bathrooms and doors. Surprisingly no one else was around here. "I'm going to the infirmary." Tear said and took the stairs that went below.

 Beanie followed him, leaving me with the two strangers. Both of them made me feel uncomfortable since I wasn't acquainted with them like I was to Tear or even Beanie. "Glasses, I'm going to take him to the conference room. Make sure no one disturb us." Hammer said and looked at me after speaking.

 He was much taller than I was, his body bulky with muscles. Tattoos were plenty on his body and everything about him screamed big boss and bad guy. "Follow me." Was all he said and went up the flight of stairs.

 Physically shaking I forced myself to followed him. To busy to not let him know that I was scared of him I missed all the details of the building. We went into a room the didn't have any windows and along the walls were pictures of people, maps, and other stuff. At the sides on counters were weapons and also a coffee machine. In the middle was a large black, circular table with black chairs around it. "Sit down. Do you want coffee?" Hammer offered.

 "No thank you." I sat down and he followed suit, taking the chair across from me. Time seemed to slow down as he stared at me. His powerful presence forced me to look anywhere but his eyes.

 "How are you able to make Tear so uncontrollable?" He asked me directly. Confused I looked at him and wondered what he meant by that? Was Tear not always like this? He did seem cold and indifferent at first, but at the same time he saved my life on two different accounts.

 "What do you mean?" I asked him and his jaw ticked to show his irritation. Why was he irritated though? I didn't do anything to him except throw him, was that the reason? Sighing he took out a notebook and a pen.

 "Nevermind. Let's get started shall we? What's your name?"

 "I don't have one. But I can offer you a number." I told him, my face heating up. "It's Three- Twenty."

 "Why do you have a number and not a name? Did your parents not name you?" He was merciless with his questions and did not hold back. I tried thinking about my parents, I know that I must have them but I could not remember them. All I could remember was being in the orphanage and afterwards.

 "I never had a need for a name. The number was all I needed." I skipped over his last question and went with why I went with a number.


 What do I tell him? Would he tell the others? "The orphanage I was at replaced any name with a number. I am Three-Twenty." He would have this found out sooner or later and it would be better that I told him so I never seemed suspicious. Nodding he wrote that down.

 "How old are you?" Now that was something that I had to think about. I was six when I left the orphanage but years blurred after that. If I recalled correctly, I spent three years on the street. "Do you not know?"

 I blushed and tried to look for a place that had the date on it. "What's the date?" I asked him, not finding a calendar or anything.

 "October fourteenth, twenty- seventy- two." He said. I spent twelve years that damned hell hole. Twelve years.

"Twenty one." I said. He looked at me as if he was pondering if I was telling him the truth. "I'm twenty- one." I reassured him.

 Finally he nodded and wrote that down. "You said you were at an orphanage, yet Tear found you homeless. Did you not go to college or something?" He continued on. I shook my head and he wrote that down to. "What do you think you can do for us?"

 That made me stop fidgeting. I didn't even know myself. Due to circumstances I never tried to find things that I excelled at. During the orphanage years I could play the piano with Mikale. At the hell hole I was enhanced in mental skills, the need for college or university deemed unnecessary. If I could be taught it, there was a good possibility that I could perfect it in a short amount of time. "I can't tell you. I don't know what you do and what there is for me to do. So please give me a chance to figure out what I can do to be helpful." 

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