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Have you ever heard of angel burn? No? Here, let me explain. The angels' world was slowly collapsing. The angels decided to start sending their kind to the human world. They sent the first wave, hoping that they could find some way to feed their thirst. They started feeding off of human energies, and that's what creates the burn. The burn can be diseases, mental or physical, or death. If the victims don't die, they remember the angel as loving and kind. The CIA noticed, and started an organization, the AK's. The Angel Killers had an organization before the CIA took over, but it was more efficient now. But then, a half-angel stumbles into the picture. And Alex isn't sure what to do with her.


Rules:
No power playing! The only power that the angels have are to fly and are invisible to most humans except the AK's
Hate the character, not the role-player
Have a warning if language or other things get explicit

Powers half-angels have:
-The ability to see other angels
-The ability to see human's auras
-The ability to be both angel and human at the same time, but it's two different bodies
-The ability to see other's futures (Will explain more later)


Ak's:
Alex (Sslover)
Electa (Sslover)
Lue (Sabira)
Goldie (Sabira)

Half angels:
Alister Mashal (Espenfalls)
Willow (Sslover)
Meena (Sabira)
Elizabeth (Shayni)
Slave (Dragonsrcool54)

Ping list: Shayni, Sabira, Espenfalls, Dragonsrcool54, Sslover


"Is that your car?" asked the girl at the 7-Eleven checkout counter. "The shiny black one?"

Alex nodded as he put a Big Gulp coffee down in front of her.
"Cool," breathed the girl, gazing out at the car. It was a Porche Carrera, and the sunshine was glistening off it like liquid onyx. "We don't see cars like that very often."
No, I bet you don't, thought Alex, trying to remember where here was. Cattle Chute, Oklahoma, or some such dismal place. HOME OF THE ROOTIN' TOOTIN' COWBOYS! the bullet-ridden sign outside of town had proclaimed.
"Pump three," he told her.
The girl smiled at him, widening her brown eyes as she rang up his coffee and the gas. "So, are you new in town?" she asked. 'Melody', said her name tag. She was almost as tall as he was--which wasn't that tall; he was just over five eleven--and her brown hair had been ironed so straight that you could get a paper cut from it.
After-school job, he thought, pulling out his wallet. Sixteen or so. She probably goes to that giant high school that I passed outside of town.
The thought irritated and amused him in equal measure. He had only seen high school on TV: jocks in their letterman jackets, cheerleaders jumping around the field, couples hanging on to each other at the senior prom. It was another world, one so stupidly innocent that it was frightening. High-school students were old enough to be fighting, but none of them were doing it.
Because hardly anyone actually knew that there was a war on.
"Nah, just passing through," he said. He handed her a couple of twenties.
Melody's face fell. "Oh. I was just wondering if you'd be going to our high school...but I guess you're sort of old for that. What are you--twenty-one or something?"
"Or something," he said with a slight grin. He was actually seventeen, but she was right in a way. In all the ways that mattered, he was old.
She took her time getting his change. "How long are you here for? Because, you know, if you're looking for something to do or maybe someone to show you around--"
There was a beeping sound from his jeans pocket as his cell phone announced a text. Alex's heart leaped. Turning away slightly, he pulled the phone out and flipped it open.
ENEMY SIGHTED, ASPEN, CO, RESIDENCE, 1124 TYLER ST.
Yes! Immediately, Alex felt the fierce buzz sweep over him that he always got when there'd been a sighting. Finally! It had been over a week; he'd been going insane. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he smiled at Melody. Why not? He'd never see her again, anyway.
"Maybe next time," he said, picking up his coffee. "Thanks, though."
"Sure," she said, trying to smile back. "Well...have a good trip."
As Alex pushed open the swinging door, the too-cold air conditioning abruptly gave way to a flat, burning September. He slid into the Porsche. It was low to the ground, and its black leather seats wrapped around him in a dark embrace. It was comfortable as heck, actually, which was good, since he practically lived in it. ASPEN, CO, he punched into the GPS. Estimated time of arrival, 2:47 a.m. Almost nine hours. He'd drive straight through, he decided, taking a gulp of coffee. He didn't need sleep.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Alex turned onto Highway 34 and headed north out of town. If you could call it a town: there were a few dozen grids of streets with clapboard houses and a couple of long, brightly lit strip malls. Just outside the town limits, it all ended and became dust and grain silos and oil pumps. Setting the cruise control to seventy, Alex turned on the radio. The Eagles came on, warbling about the Hotel California, and he grimaces. Switching to his iPod instead, he put on some neoclassical as the Porsche began to smoothly eat the miles.
The Rocky Mountains cradled Aspen deep within them, like a giant's palm lightly cupping a handful of diamonds. The road twisted and turned down the mountain as Alex approached the city.
His car clock read 2:51 as he crossed into the Aspen city limits. Not bad. The GPS directed him to Tyler Street, a quiet, tree-lined avenue not far from downtown. One of the streetlights was flickering; the rest glowed silently, showing a row of houses with large bay windows and immaculate front lawns. No house lights were on. Everyone was asleep.
Alex parked his car a few doors down from number 1124. Propping his elbows against the steering wheel, he surveyed the house, his dark eyebrows drawn together thoughtfully. Sometimes you could see a sign of them if you knew what to look for, but there was nothing here. It was just an ordinary house, though the front lawn wasn't quite as pristine as the others. A few weeds grew here and there, spiking rebelliously up through the grass.
He'd transferred his rifle to the front seat before he began the descent into Aspen, and now he clicked the magazine into place and sighted along the rifle's length, squinting through the infrared lens at the house. The front door snapped into an eerie reddish focus. He could even read the name on the wrought-iron mailbox that was affixed to the front porch wall: T. Goodman.
Alex snorted despite himself. The creatures often took human last names to help them blend in; nice to see that some of them had a sense of humor.

Slave was helping work for his master, when the car parked nearby. He frowned, and went to check it out. He would probably be whipped for that, but he was curious.

He screwed the silencer onto the rifle's muzzle. It was state of the art, as sleek and gleaming as the rifle itself. Now all he had to do was wait. He settled back in his seat, gazing at the house. Back in the days when they'd gone out in teams, the other AKs had always hated stakeouts, but they were part of the hunt to Alex. Part of the buzz. Your senses had to be on alert; you couldn't relax for a moment.
Almost an hour later, the front door opened. He had the rifle in place in less than a second, watching carefully through the lens. The tall man on the front porch paused to lock the door, then jogged briskly down the steps and strode off down the street, his footsteps echoing with purpose.
Alex lowered the rifle, unsurprised that T. Goodman was in his human form, they normally showed their true nature only when they were feeding. He waited until Goodman had turned the corner, heading toward downtown. Then he got out of his car and softly opened the trunk. He pulled on a black trench coat, eased the trunk closed again and set off, the rifle hidden safely beneath the coat's long folds. He didn't notice Slave.
As he turned to corner, he could see his quarry about a block away, crossing the street. He slowed, letting his gaze drift out of focus. An aura swam into view around the dark figure: pale silver, with a faint blue light flickering feebly at its edges.
Alex quickened his step. The creature hadn't fed in days, which meant that he must be on the hunt now.
Sure enough, the man led him to a bar downtown. A pair of bored-looking bouncers flanked the front door. Goodman melted into the shadows nearby, attracting no attention from either of them. Half a street away, Alex took up a position behind a parked Subaru, mentally calculating the fallout distance. He'd be fine he decided; he'd gone for much closer than this.
Just then the heavy metal door to the bar swung open, and a man wearing a disheveled business suit stumbled out. The man wove off down the street, humming tunelessly to himself.
Alex straightened as Goodman detached himself from the gloom and trailed off after the man, a tall, silent shadow. With the rifle propped firmly against his shoulder, Alex began to track him. It would be any second now; he was sure of it. Not taking his eyes off Goodman, Alex drew a deep breath to center himself and then swiftly moved the focus of his energy up through his chakra points until it hovered somewhere above his crown.
Wavering, Eddie stopped in his tracks, looking uncertain. Slowly, he turned around. With a dark ripple, Goodman's human body melted away. A blinding, glorious light grew in its place until it was like a beacon that shone up and down the street, illuminating everything. And at the center of the light was a glowing being seven feet tall, whose giant, spreading wings were such a pure white that they looked almost blue.
Half a street away, Alex could hear the bouncers laughing. If either of them glanced this way all they would see would be Eddie standing on his own, wobbling drunkenly on the dark street.
Leaning over the top of the car, Alex squinted through the lens, his hands cool and steady as he aimed the rifle. The angel's face came into focus, magnified several times. As a human, Goodman was as physically attractive as all angels, though Alex knew that if he'd gotten a good look at his face, it would have seemed slightly weird--too intense, with eyes maybe a shade too dark for comfort. But now, in his ethereal form, Goodman's features had an almost otherworldly beauty: proud, fierce. The halo radiated like holy fire.
The halo. Alex sighted on it, aiming for the deep, pure white at its heart.
The angel drew closer to the drunken man, Eddie. The angel smiled, and its radiance increased tenfold, burning the night. Trembling, Eddie ducked his head, unable to bear the beauty of it.
Alex pulled the trigger. As the pulsing energy of the angel's halo was disrupted by the force of the bullet, the creature burst, without a sound, into a million shooting fragments of light. Alex ducked behind the car as a shock wave slammed past him, the angel's scream of anguish echoing in his ears. Still in his enhanced state, he could see the energy fields of every living thing nearby affected by the aftershock.

Slave blinked in shock, then followed silently.

A young man with glasses watched as his prey passed under the over pass. Cars sped past, honking like crazy. For, he was standing at the edge, waiting for a perfect moment to strike. The subjects name was Trudy Crew. Her wavy black hair floating behind her. Lue adjusted his glasses, getting ready to drop down onto her. Might as well get her before she sneaks up on that homeless man at Walmart., He told himself, pulling out the syringe full of a paralyzing liquid.

Right when she was under him, she began to glow a little. Youre a slow one, arent you?, he laughed to himself, dropping onto the creature. She screamed, beginning to change a little faster. Darling, your defect is what killed you., The pink haired boy teased. He stabbed the syringe into her thigh, causing the angel to screech, trying to thrash out of his grip.

Lue grabbed another syringe, stabbing her in the arm with it. Soon enough it was out like a light. He smiled to himself, he had just gotten a new pet. Surely this starving beast would starve soon- But he didnt care. He just couldnt wait until he could see what could kill an angel the fastest.

Alister walked calmly down the street, knowing that for now no one could tell if he were an angel or not unless it were another angel. Alister's piercing flaming orange eyes scanned the area cautiously as if already fearing that danger was near. He couldn't sense no such danger but he couldn't help but to be jumpy. He was this way since the day his mother was killed by the AK. He growled at the very thought of those horrid people and those brainless fools needed to be killed. How dare they go after angels? He could kill them all if he so had the power to and he knew very well he would and could. " Those f**kers are going to get what they got comin' one of these days. " Alister said with a cold steely tone to his voice, similar to that of a hardened soldier. He was angry- Oh so horribly angry. Nothing would satisfy his rage.


( Lol,, I see Alister falling for an AK member xd )

(Well, there's Alex, Electa, (Both mine) Goldie and Lue. (Both Sabira's.)

(Waiting for Shayni)

(( It would be interesting if Alister and Lue got together. It's the whole thing with him being insane about weird tests and all. I see Goldie and Alister getting along. But both relationships would be a rivalry between G/L and Alister with a really big whohoo tention.)

( Yeah, it would be a little interesting. I see Lue and Alister more as friends though but I can see it going to more. )

(Oopf, gay train. Again))

Lue pulled the creature onto his shoulder. He limped to his truck. "I must've hurt my ankle during the drop." he mumbled. Tossing the limp angel into the back of his truck. He turned up the volume on the radio, pulling out from behind an abandoned building.