Posts by Deckermb

(Thats super cool omg do you like have a pic of hat they look like or..?)

"'Bout time one of you woke up." The man hissed through gritted teeth "You've been sleeping all morning, didn't want you to miss all the fun." There was venom and anger in his voice. The man lingered in the shadows of the rafters, unseen underneath the darkness, though bright afternoon light shone through the small windows near the ceiling of the large warehouse room. He boredly knocked a wrench off a wooden crate and walked around a little bit.

"Tell me your name." The man said, stepping out of the shadows. The male was rather attractive, or would have been, with light brown hair and eyes and some stubble, he had a large scar though that ran from his forehead to the middle of his cheekbone that looked rather gross. He held a large blade in his hand and twirled it around casually.

The angel hung there by the chains limply, slowly regaining consciousness, but couldn't bring himself to open his eyes and all she could hear was a high pitched ringing sound, he didn't move.

"Because I asked you to, that's why." The man said, walking closer to the winged beast. He gripped his knife more tightly and took a few more paces closer to the female angel. He was close enough now that he could cut her if he wanted, but didn't yet. He instead looked to the other angel, still passed out from what he could tell. The man walked over to him and said, "Time to wake up!" He then punched the male angel square in the jaw and in return the angel shot open his eyes, wincing in pain as his sore head swung to the side, along with his dangling body that swayed a little. The man then looked to the angel he was previously talking to and pointed his knife to her. "Now you're going to listen to me. And tell me your name."

The angel groaned in response to having heard the dark angel's retort. His head hung limply on his chest. "I'm an angel of god, I do what I like." He said to the female. His wings hurt as well, they draped onto the ground, silver and shiny, sleek like a birds wings.

"Yeah well you're gonna listen to me, princess." The man with the scar said, ignoring the angel with the silver wings. Then he took his knife and stabbed it deep into the girl angel's shoulder, pressing down hard and not breaking eye contact. He twisted it slowly. "Your name."

The angel looked up and lifted his head. His blonde hair was messy and there was blood caked in it at the back. His blue eyes studied the scene patiently waiting. "Why don't you leave her alone, what do you want from us?" He said to the man and clenched his jaw.

The man stopped from twisting the knife in deeper to look at the other angel. "What do I want from you? You stole something very precious of mine." He said and then ripped the knife out of the girl. This made the other angel flinch as though he had been hurt though he hadn't.

"Hey, just.. just leave her alone, will ya?" The angel said "I'm the one that is talking to you." He looked over at the girl and saw her blood drip to the floor.

So the man stayed at the girl, to spite the other angel. He said nothing to the other man. "Now, what next, sweetheart? Or maybe you could just tell me your fucking name." He then sliced across her stomach not waiting for a response.

"Okay, maybe if I work on him for a bit one of you will speak up." The man growled, walking over to the male angel, the sun had begun setting and the orange light glinted from his wings. Clearly, the angel was not paying attention when the man with the scar said he would "work on him for a bit." He had hung his head limp again and was only glancing at the girl, wanting to help her. But suddenly, he felt the cold cut of the bloody knife against his chest, cutting deeply and severely. The cut shocked him so much that his eyes widened and he lifted up his large wings, batting the air trying to get away, he struck the man with the scar many times and knocked him over but that it, then he calmed down and looked to the girl with serious eyes.

The man with the scar got up, angrier than before and this time it was all directed to the angel that hit him with his wings, "You'll regret that, angel." The man with the scar said. He held his knife and grabbed the other man's arm, holding it still, he carved off layer by layer of skin along the forearm and the angel couldn't suppress his screams. Then the torturer stopped, "These wings are too dangerous." The scarred man said. He then dragged over the industrial hooks that hung from the ceiling over to the male angel. "You dare try and fight back and you will be sorry." The angel gave the man with the scar a defiant and stubborn, angry glare but did not protest as his the other man drove holes through the pretty silver wings and hooked the metal hooks through each one, the angel screamed as loud as he could for his wings were very sensitive. The he pointed to the girl "You do what he did and this is what will happen to you too." Then the scarred man left and the moon towered in the sky.

He rolled his eyes and looked to the girl shakily "If i hadn't then he would have kept hurting you for no reason. Why can't you just say your name?" He knew why but was angry at her for getting him hurt. He twitched his wings a little.

This intrigued the angel "So what is you're real name?" He breathed heavily still in pain and dug his nails into his palm to try and distract himself, but was curious, he wanted to put a name to this face.

"Sam. Alright." He tried not to rest his wings too heavily on the metal driven inside them and clenched his jaw. "I'm Camael.." He said "Just... If you were wondering too." He looked around a little and sighed, glad the man was gone.

"I have no clue." Camael breathed shakily though his nose laughing a little. "How did we even get here?" Noticing the blood dripping from Sam instead of him he asked, "Are you ok Sam?" He saw the gashes on her in the dim light from the moon.

Camael looked up at the ceiling "Where are you from?" He asked another question to Sam.

"Alright you try think clearly with hooks in your wings." He retorted, looking back at Sam. "So, why do you think we're here?" He tried moving a little but realized that wasn't a good idea.

(I need to sleep now sorry!)

The next morning the man with the scar came back "Hello." He said to the sleeping angels. Camael opened his eyes slowly.

"Why not? I thought we came to an agreement that I didn't do anything." Dean said and stiffened his arms.

"Are you two going to co operate today?" He said, walking around

"Listen how about you just let me go and we'll call it even?" Dean said, watching the woman cautiously.

Fawnstep walked gracefully over to the tom cat sitting by the river, her light brown dappled fur looking a dingy grey in the moonlight, she carried her tail high and her head tilted to the side, questioning her clan member, she never talked to him much, but was curious as to what he was doing. Fawnstep was out enjoying the night though she knew she should be sleeping she loved feeling the night air on her pelt and the scars that crossed her right eye, as nobody expected her to do anything, this was her time, the night. Her piercing green eyes were wide as she continued to walk slowly and silently, white paws dancing on dewy night grass in the field, ears perked. She approached the tom cat sitting by the river.