Alister was so confused- and so dazed- that he didn't know what to do. He just said aloud, " The hell have I been on and how do I get off of it " He said with a soft laugh that resulted in holding his side in a lot of pain. " Kill me this hurts too much.. "

Electa felt herself bristle. The CIA had come onto the scene about ten years too late as far as she was concerned. Where exactly had they been while the rest of them were living out in the desert like refugees, shooting ancient guns and using creaky holographs for training?
"Look," she said, trying to keep her tone level. "He's not an angel. I know an angel when I see one, and thy boy is something else. It's almost like he's...part angel, part human." Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were insane. Angels couldn't breed.
"The anomalies are not your concern," said the voice. "Just do your job. He's an angel; he has to be exterminated."
"Did you just hear a word I said?" demanded Electa. She started pacing again. "Listen to me: he's not an angel. He doesn't feed. There's no halo! If he's an angel, then where's he getting his energy from? How does he exist?"
"Again, these aren't your concerns."
Electa heard her voice rise. "You're kidding, right? I'm out there on the front line every day; if there's something I don't understand, I'm toast! If this boy's a danger, I need to know how. He's--"
"Trust us," said the voice.
Electa fell silent in disbelief. It was like talking to a robot.
"We have no reason to believe there are more like him. But he must be taken care of. And quickly. He's already caused great harm."
Listening intently, Electa caught a faint English accent. She stiffened as memory traced a finger up her spine. Just like humans, angels had their individual quirks...and one of the few to ever get away from her father had spoken with a Brittish accent.

Alister sighed deeply as he started to relax and melt into the comfortable bed. He rolled onto his side gently and started to loll himself into a peaceful and quite comfortable sleep. He wanted to rest comfortably.. he did want to just disappear into the abyss that was a dream..


( So I had an idea reading this- what if there were 2 kinds of angels? One the feeds off of humans.. another that just existed. The REAL feeding angels sent people after the non feeding angels while they ran everything from the back? )

(That's pretty much whats going on...except the second kind of angel is half angel. The evil angels also send AKs after angels that try to help the humans.)

"Why great harm?" Electa asked.
"That's not--"
"Not my concern. Right." Electa sank onto the bed. This felt wrong. This felt very, very wrong.
"If there's no halo, then more conventional methods will be fine," said the voice, its English lilt obvious now that Electa was listening for it. "But you're to do it, and to do it now. If that creature isn't dead in an hour, you'll regret it." With a click, the voice was gone.

Elects slowly flipped her phone shut and put it on the bedside table. It could just be a coincidence, of course. It wasn't impossible that someone from England could be in the CIA. Except that she didn't really believe in coincidence; it was one of the reasons she'd stayed alive for so long.

In her experience with the CIA, that wasn't how they operated, at least, not with Project Angel. They knew perfectly well that the AKs were the experts, not them...they had never said 'trust us' to her and actually expected her to buy it. She was being lied to.

Her thoughts tumbling, she rapped her fist against his jeans. Abruptly, she got up from the bed and began to pack, throwing things into her bag without paying attention to how they were landing. If she was right and angels were somehow behind this, then she wasn't going to let this boy out of her sight until she knew what was going on.

And meanwhile, she had a feeling that she might have to make a run for it soon.

After time passed Alister was whisked away into a dream world he so adored. He was very tired from everything and just needed a good long escape. He didn't think he would be waking up anytime soon or ever for that matter. He expected to die in his sleep and become some kind of crazy experiment that would kill him even if he were to wake up. All he cared to think about was that if someone was to care for his pet whom he loved and cared for so deeply.
He dreamt of his beautiful mother but his dream turned to a nightmare as he soon relived her brutal murder and after relived the gruesome way he had found her after he was taken away from the scene. How his father abandoned him a few months after her death because now he was just some burden that wasn't good enough to be kept alive for any amount of time.

Lue sighed, backing up. "I have pain killers.", He responded. "I usually use them to get rid of my constaint migraine."

Earlier, Electa had been doing some research about this new church that had seemed to spring out of nowhere a few hears ago. Church of Angels. Electa rolled her eyes. But then a thought got her. Maybe there would be angels there...less angels meant less angel burn...

Now, Electa was loading up the car, checking out of the motel and going back for the creature

By the time Lue had said a single word Alister was fast asleep shifted a little in discomfort from a mix of pain and a tormenting nightmare that was plaguing his mind as it had for years before. It wasn't something that happened a lot but when it did usually when he awoke it had taken a great affect on him.. a painful horrible affect.

Electa went right back up to where Alister was, trying to find a way to get him to get into her car...

Lue hummed a little, covering the other male up with one of his blankets. He pet Princess before turning to leave. He locked the door behind him, for Alister's safety. He made his way down the hall, putting on his insane smile again.

The pink haired kid opened the door to his lab. He went straight for one of his "toys". It looked to be a small hand bag, but it could turn into a very powerful gun if need be. Who it was going to belong to will be Goldie. She has always come up with both crazy and cool weapon ideas. Lue was usually the one who put the idea into a visual idea.