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Waking the Fallen	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know the guys in A7x, I'm not making any money whatsoever and this is all Fiction. It never happened and it never will.

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Jimmy woke up abruptly and struggled to sit up. His head felt heavy and it was hard for him to focus his thoughts, he once again pressed his blood caked sleeve to his head. He looked around the darkened Cathedral for whatever had awoken him wishing for some painkillers. He started when he saw two pale figures walking out from behind the alter. Jimmy watched them with wide eyes as they seemed to drift over to him.

Both were male, he didn’t see any telltale sign of breasts, but they had beautifully elegant feminine features. They were dressed similarly, some of Jimmy’s fear faded, it looked like they were wearing togas. Frat houses are on the other side of town. He thought with a snort. The two didn’t look like frat boys though; one of them had steel gray hair and eyes to match, he pinned Jimmy to the pew with a deadly glare and Jimmy’s fear returned. The younger and shorter one had short black hair and brown eyes, his glare wasn’t as deadly but it still chilled him.

“C-can I help you?” he asked quietly. Neither said a word as they came to a stop in front of him only continued to stare at him. Jimmy closed his eyes, his head was throbbing horribly.

“James Owen Sullivan.” The steel haired man queried in a low voice.

“What do you want?” he shivered and pressed harder on his head. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with a couple of misplaced frat boys that thought they were something tough.

The cool whisper of metal sliding across metal made his eyes shoot open. Both men had drawn a sword. Jimmy stared at the dully glinting metal for a second and then up at the two men. He held up both hands slowly, “Okay, I know Boss wants his money and I swear to you I’ll have it by—”

The steel haired man’s sword arced toward him. Jimmy squeaked and dove to the floor. There was a dull ‘thunk’ as the metal sunk into the hard wood of the pew. Jimmy scrambled to his feet and instead of running to the side aisle hopped over the pew to the one behind it and then ran to the center aisle and to the main doors.

He didn’t make it far. Something tangled with his legs and he fell hard. His head cracked against the edge of a pew, he rolled once and then lay still on the ground staring at the ceiling. Blood burned his icy skin as it slid off his forehead and soaked his hair. Above him the dark haired man appeared, sword in hand, Jimmy weakly raised an arm and shook his head but his mouth wouldn’t form any words. His vision started to fuzz and the ceiling spun crazily and without a fight he slipped into unconsciousness.

Brian’s POV
He didn’t question his orders. Well, he wasn’t supposed to, but he found himself doing just that when the orders came through to execute James Owen Sullivan. At first it didn’t bother him, in his seven hundred years he had executed a number of people. He still was only a little concerned when he found out he would be paired with his old mentor, Abel. Not even when they were given the details to find James was he really bothered. He was only seventeen but there were younger people that died by the thousands every day. Only when he saw the poor bleeding kid come tearing out of his dilapidated apartment complex did he start to question his orders. What had he done? Usually they were told why their targets were being executed this time had been a rare exception. Then James had made his way to a Cathedral; honestly if he was consorting with Dark One why would he go to a Cathedral?

He had wanted desperately to ask Abel what this young man had done to earn the death penalty from the highest powers but the older angel had been clear in his posture he was in no mood for small talk. So for the past three hours he had been standing patiently watching the young man’s fitful sleep wondering what could plague him in dreams that was worse than his waking life.

He couldn’t really remember his mortal life, he had died young from illness and the memories from that time were vague and more dream than anything else. The most real thing he could remember though was his mother’s comforting touch. He couldn’t remember her face or her voice but that light touch on his fevered forehead was a memory that refused to go down quietly. It twisted his heart to know James probably didn’t have any fond memories of his own mother; from what he saw the only touch his mother had was a violent one.

He had originally been set to train as a Guardian Angel, something he himself thought he was more suited for, but for some reason after a few years of training he had been pulled from that and was retrained to be an Avenging Angel. At first it had made him almost physically ill to even think about cutting down a living creature but the harsh training stamped that out of him rather quickly. At the beginning of the training he had wondered what his mother would think; with her gentle touch he didn’t think she had been a killer. Those moments were becoming more and more rare though. Now he didn’t even blink when the orders came through. There was still a small part of him, he was sure, that still bled with his victims when he carried out his orders.

He wasn’t really ready for the waiting game to be over when the Cathedral was finally empty of everyone but them and the boy. A tiny voice demanded to know what the boy had been charged with but he ignored it as best he could and stepped quickly to catch up with Abel. James sat up as they left their hiding place, his forehead was bleeding again and he looked a little dazed. His chest tightened and a weight settled on his shoulders, the small voice grew a little louder. What had he done to deserve death? Abel had probably rationalized as he was helping to end the boy’s suffering but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t cut this boy down without a reason.

“C-can I help you?” he whispered. He had his sleeve against his forehead again, when they didn’t answer immediately he closed his muddled blue eyes.

“James Owen Sullivan?” Abel asked. It was the first thing he had said all day. He almost jumped when he heard his low voice. James didn’t open his eyes, “What do you want?” his body shook and it almost looked like he was going to pass out. His face was snow white and his voice was fainter than it had been.

Without any other questions Abel unsheathed his sword, moving automatically Brian pulled out his own sword. James’ eyes shot open and he stared at the swords for a moment and then up at them eyes wide with fear. Shakily he held up his hands, “Okay, I know Boss wants his money and I swear to you I’ll have it by—” he didn’t get to finish his sentence. Abel struck without warning but surprisingly he dodged the blow by rolling to the floor. Abel’s sword stuck in the wood of the pew and James staggered to his feet before jumping over the pew and running for the center aisle.

Any other time he would have simply pulled out one of his throwing daggers and ended the confrontation but this boy wasn’t aligned with the other side, as far as he could tell the worst thing he had done was skip school. He threw his sword like a boomerang and caught James’ legs. He winced when his head cracked loudly against the side of a pew as he fell. Abel hung back and let Brian take the lead. James was barely conscious on the floor; his blue eyes were dim and confused. They cleared the tiniest bit when Brian moved into his view, there was a silent plea in those blue depths, he held up his hands feebly and then passed out. Brian pulled a dagger out of his waistband but didn’t strike immediately. The blade was heavy in his hand the tiny voice had gained strength and as hard as he tried to shove it back into the depths it refused. Why did this boy need to die?

As he stood in silent deliberation with himself a sharp pain ripped from his shoulders down to his lower back. He snarled and whipped around, he caught only a fleeting glance of two small bat wings. He was struck again in the chest and stumbled back but didn’t fall, he slashed blindly in front of him hoping to hit something. He searched the area frantically for whatever had attacked him and saw James was gone and the Cathedral doors were open with rain pouring in on the marble floor. He cursed under his breath and was hit again on the back of the head. The blow knocked him to his knees and blurred his vision. He shook his head and tried to get up but was knocked down again, “What is wrong with you?” Abel bellowed. His vision cleared and he saw the grey haired man standing over him glaring at him viciously. Brian had no answer and suppressed a shudder, he was going to be punished severely for letting the target get away; given the wings he had seen, he had lost him to the enemy. Abel opened a small portal and stepped through without another word, Brian struggled to his feet and stumbled through the opening as well.

James POV
He woke up slowly hoping his headache wouldn’t be too horrendous. To his surprise though it was fine, no throbbing ache or shooting pains, he sighed with relief and started to go back to sleep. When he remembered why his head should be throbbing he struggled to lift his head and searched the room for the men with swords with panic seizing him.

The room was nice, very nice, it looked like a hotel room but it was something he imagined a Ritz suite would look like. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling with soft golden light reflecting off the dangling crystals. The walls weren’t covered in the tacky and dirty hotel paper he was used to but were instead painted soft blue color contrasting nicely with the honey colored wood of the bed and desk. In the center of the room, down a couple of steps was, a small sitting area with dark blue recliners and a two person couch and a big screen.

On one of the chairs a man sat, he wasn’t watching TV; he looked like he was asleep actually. Jimmy’s stomach twisted in fear and he turned over onto his back slowly and pulled the soft cotton sheets off shakily to look himself over.

“I didn’t rape you if that’s what you’re concerned about.” The man’s husky voice nearly sent him into a coma, he still hadn’t moved though and his eyes were still closed. Jimmy waited a moment for the man to speak again, his harsh breathing was the only sound in the room. The man stayed quiet though and Jimmy decided to ask his own questions, “Who are you?” his voice was shaky and hoarse, nothing like the confident tone of the man. The man finally moved, he looked over at him with a shrug, “You can call me Shadows.” In one graceful movement he got up and was next to the bed before Jimmy could blink. An uneasy feeling settled over him as he looked the bigger man over.

Jimmy was taller than him, not by much only a few inches, but Shadows was almost certainly stronger than him. Jimmy had always been slender with just enough muscle to intimidate on his willowy frame. This guy looked like he could break him in half without a sweat. He swallowed nervously again and looked into his clear hazel eyes, “What do you want with me?” he whispered. Shadows crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged again, “I don’t know yet.”

A shudder went through Jimmy’s body and he scooted away from him even more, Shadows rolled his eyes, “You humans are so paranoid.” He scoffed. Jimmy paused in his movement and stared at him, “What?”

“You’re paranoid—”

Jimmy cut him off shaking his head, “No, ‘you humans’ what was that? Who are you?” if he had been saved by some wack job he needed to get out of this place and fast, especially since the wack job could kick his ass. Shadows was unfazed, “I’m not human.” He said flatly. Jimmy slowly nodded his head and tried to find the door using his peripherals, if he could move fast enough he could dodge around him and get to the door and run screaming down the hallway.

“There’s no one else here. This hotel hasn’t even opened yet, the lobby is still being painted and decorated, it will be another week before it will be open to guests.” Shadows said flatly. Panic started to overwhelm him again and he scooted back even more, if he was standing facing Shadows then maybe the helpless feeling would go away.
“If you fall on me, Shadows will be the last thing you’ll have to worry about.” A soft voice growled. Jimmy jumped and whipped around, he was on the very edge of the bed and on the floor were two smaller men curled up where they had been apparently sleeping.

“Who the hell are you?” his voice was higher than usual and he was shaking uncontrollably. What did these people want with him? Were they Boss’ new hit men? He wrapped his arms around himself and looked from Shadows to the two men on the floor in terror. Shadows sighed and grabbed his leg and pulled him over to him. Jimmy’s scream was cut off when Shadows clamped a hand over his mouth, “Hush James, no one’s going to hurt you.” He whispered soothingly. Jimmy was still on the brink of hyperventilating and he could feel panicked tears welling in his eyes. Shadows wrapped his other arm around his waist holding him close to his warm chest while he continued to whisper to him, “You’re safe with us, the men with the swords can’t find you.” His voice began to settle Jimmy’s fried nerves and he finally took his hand away from his mouth and instead wrapped it around his shoulders.

Something dark moved in his peripherals and he started to tense up again but Shadows gently pulled his head against neck and continued speaking. Jimmy forgot about whatever he had seen and his eyes grew heavy with Shadows’ hypnotic voice in his ear. It wasn’t often that he felt completely safe as he drifted off into sleep he realized he was warm and surprisingly he wasn’t hungry. He sighed softly and his eyes finally slipped closed again and he fell asleep.

Shadows’ POV
Stupid humans. He wasn’t fond of humans, there wasn’t anything about this one that was any different than the others yet his curiosity had gotten the better of him when Vengeance had told him there were two Avengers tailing him. He had followed the small demon to the Cathedral where the boy had apparently taken shelter, Christ was waiting outside, neither demon could stay inside the Holy place long without him. They had slipped in through a side entrance and then scurried up a post to a nice and dark ledge where they could watch the human and the two hiding Avengers.

At first he was content to just watch the two work and maybe kill them both when they were done but Vengeance had come up with a better idea. What better way to annoy the angels than to take their target and hide it from them? His wicked smile was all the encouragement the two demons needed and when James tried to get away they helped him out a little.

Brian had been the one to take lead on the kill, something he found rather surprising; usually Abel preferred to have that glory. It didn’t matter though, Vengeance dropped from the ceiling and dug his sharp nails into the angel’s back. When he turned to attack Vengeance, Christ kicked him solidly in the chest disorienting him even more. James wasn’t heavy and he was unconscious which made carrying him easy.

Currently they were at a new hotel that was supposed to be opening soon. It would keep the rain off of them and give the human time to recuperate. He was only half listening to the human’s deep breathing, the wound hehad sustained had been much more severe than he had originally thought. It had taken much more power to fix him than he had wanted to spend, especially with Avengers searching for them. Vengeance and Christ were sleeping soundly with each other on the other side of the bed. They hadn’t been particularly pleased when the human got the mattress and they were put on the floor.

As he had expected, the human had panicked immediately and he had been forced to drain himself even more to put him back to sleep. He collapsed on the couch and sighed and closed his eyes again. Being on the earth plane alone sapped at his strength a little and now he had to weaken himself more for this little human. He smiled a little though, it would be entertaining teasing the Avengers.

“What are you going to do with him?” Vengeance asked casually. Shadows rolled his head to the side, “I’ll figure it out later.” And then he went to sleep.

Jimmy’s POV
The next time he woke up it was night, bright beams of moonlight fell across the dark blue carpet and on Shadows face. In the moonlight his face was paler than snow. He felt a little woozy but his head was mostly clear and he sat up and felt his stomach grumble. Shadows was sprawled out on the couch, one of the two men that had been by the bed was now roaming around the room flitting from shadow to shadow in an unhuman like manner.

“Hello?” Jimmy ventured quietly. He ignored him but Shadows stirred, “Vengeance your manners are horrid.” He said quietly. The man paused and appeared next to the couch and then straddled his hips, “Why do you say such things Shadows?” he purred splaying his hands on his chest. The bigger man smiled and opened his eyes and pulled him down and whispered something to him. Jimmy watched them warily, without thinking he reached up to his neck to feel the comforting cross. His fingers touched only the cotton of his shirt, he pressed his whole hand against his chest and looked down. His cross was gone.

“Where is it?” he demanded, his voice the strongest it had been since he had met these strange men. Shadows pushed the other man off and got to his feet stretching, “Where is what?” he asked lazily. Jimmy slid out of bed and wobbled a little but forced himself to stay standing, “My cross, what’d you do with it?”

Shadows held up the cross in his hand, the moonlight glinting off the dull metal, and twirled its chain, “A little big don’t you think?” he asked watching the play of the light on its surface. Jimmy almost ran over to him and snatched it from his hand and held it against his chest protectively, “It was my grandmother’s.” he explained quietly when Shadows gave him a surprised look. He shrugged, “Whatever makes you happy.” He said flippantly. Jimmy put the cross back on and tucked it under his shirt again, the metal was cold but it would quickly warm against his skin.

“Where’s Christ?” Shadow’s asked the other man. Vengeance was fidgeting impatiently, “Out.” Was all he said. Shadows raised an eyebrow, “Out? Without you?” he asked in disbelief. The smaller man growled and flitted over to the window, “No Shadows I’m out there with him right now.” He said sharply. Jimmy was expecting Shadows to be angry with him for the smart answer but his mood didn’t change, “Any particular reason he’s without you?”

Vengeance didn’t answer and Shadows didn’t push. Jimmy felt awkward with the two, he didn’t feel any friendly warmth coming from either of them, “Can I go home?” he asked hesitantly. Shadows snorted, “Your mother kicked you out remember.” He watched Vengeance as he started to glide through the shadows again. Jimmy started, “How do you know that?”

“Vengeance and Christ told me.” He said easily. Jimmy looked at the man that was now more shadow than anything else and edged a little closer to Shadows, “How do they know?”

“They’ve been following you.” He sounded bored and Jimmy was certain he only had a few questions left, “Why were they following me? Who are you people? Why did those freaks try to kill me?” a flood poured out of him, his head was starting to ache a little again and really he just wanted to go home and wake up in his own bed, maybe go to school tomorrow.

“James you need to calm down.” Shadows said soothingly, the bored tone was gone he started to pull him close again but Jimmy stepped back, “No, I wanna know what’s going on.” A sharp sting of pain from his forehead had him pressing his palm against the gash. He pulled his hand away in surprise when he felt smooth skin instead of crusty blood. Shadows sighed, “Fine, if you’re going to be stubborn. Vengeance go find Christ.” He barked at the agitated shadow. Vengeance paused and became solid again and then flickered out of sight. Jimmy stared at the place he had been wide-eyed. Shadows chuckled darkly, “You’ll get used to it.”

Jimmy reached up and touched his forehead again, “Am I dead?” he asked tremulously. Shadows laughed, “No, no even close. I fixed your head while you were unconscious.” Behind him two shadows unfolded, the moonlight glittered off the onyx feathers, Jimmy took another step back staring at him.

“Vengeance and Christ are middle demons, they can travel between different planes and are somewhat civilized, they each have their own little trick as well. Don’t ask them to show you what they are, they’re quite deadly to humans and can wound Angels of all types.”

Jimmy felt his world slowly begin to fall off its axis as the winged man continued to talk.

“I’m an angel,” he fluffed his dark wings, “a Fallen One as the others like to call us. I’m higher in the pecking order than Vengeance and Christ and more powerful than them too. I have a range of abilities, out of all the Fallen Ones I’m the second most powerful.”

“Angels and demons don’t exist.” Jimmy said faintly. Shadows rolled his eyes, “Denial is the most annoying human trait, can’t you just skip straight to acceptance?” he sighed. Jimmy shook his head, “No, angels and demons don’t exist, are you gonna tell me you get around on unicorns and dragons next?” he snapped back. Shadows gave him a cryptic look, “Maybe.”

Jimmy stared at him again, “Now you’re just fuckin’ with me.” He grumbled. Shadows only shrugged, “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He said lightly. Jimmy sat down on the floor and held his head, “This isn’t happening. I’m probably in the hospital or something.” He mumbled. Shadows sat down on the top step in front of him, “You’re lucky you’re not in the morgue. I’ve never seen an Avenger hesitate before.” He mused. Jimmy looked up at him, “What the hell is an Avenger?” he asked tiredly. Shadows scooted up next to him and his feathers brushed his arm, they felt like cool silk, “An Avenger is a class of Arch Angel, they’re the assassins.” He gave Jimmy a wry smile, “Ironic yes? Eldur has assassins.” He laughed mirthlessly. “Anyway, they’re well trained and they have a one hundred percent kill sheet which means they’ll be coming after you in greater force soon. I’m surprised they haven’t shown up yet actually.” He looked out the window and Jimmy’s breathing became shallow, “They wanna kill me? Why? What’d I do?” he looked at the dark angel desperately.

“I have no idea. Have you injured an angel or attempted to assassinate Gabriel?” he asked. Jimmy stared at him unable to speak, when had he been admitted to the loony bin? Shadows nodded, “Didn’t think so. I don’t know why they’ve taken an interest in you. We need to move soon though. They’ve got spies all over this damned plane.” He got up his feathers once again brushing against Jimmy’s arm, for some reason he found the soft touch a little comforting and found his voice again, “So…there are classes of angels?” he asked, since he was dealing with crazies he might as well humor them. And it took his mind off of the strange men that tried to kill him. Shadows nodded, “Classes depend on ability and job. You believe they actually have Desk Angels?” he laughed, “That’s not their formal title but that’s essentially what they are. They sit around all day and do…something. I think they review prayers. It’s little better than a human bureaucracy; humans wonder why it takes so long for their prayers to be answered. God works in mysterious ways and all that, ridiculous, they probably lost the file.”

In his mind Jimmy saw a giant office park full of angels with brief cases and in suits as they headed to their individual cubicles. Maybe it was crazy tie Friday or Hawaiian shirt Thursday. He bust out laughing and held a hand over his mouth when Shadows gave him a weird look. It took him a few minutes to get himself back under control as stress seeped out of him. He finally stopped, mostly, and gave Shadows a shy look, “Sorry, I, I thought of Office Space with angels.” He started laughing again. Shadows snorted and shook his head, “I’d say that’s pretty close to what it is.”

“What are the other classes?” he asked still giggling a little. Shadows fluffed his wings a little, “There are dozens, Arch Angels are one of the largest classes though, mostly because that also encompasses Guardians. Arch Angels are the most powerful class they’re able to interact with humans and interfere in their affairs they also have the most abilities.” He said. He was looking out the window again and Jimmy wondered if he was worried about the two little demons. “What are these abilities? Does each class have one or…what?”

“Abilities, eh, you could call them powers if you want. Every class has a basic ability that all in that class can do, like Guardians, all Guardians can do a teleportation but some Guardians can do more than others. It really depends on spiritual strength. The stronger the spirit the more powers it can learn and master.”

“What class are you?” Jimmy asked, the angel’s husky voice kept him at least a little grounded while the rest of his world spun out of control. Shadows laughed, “Only demons have classes in Dimmur. Angels are just angels since there are actually quite few of us.”

“What’s Dimmur? You said Eldur earlier, I don’t know what either of those mean.” Jimmy interrupted. Shadows nodded, “Humans call them heaven and hell.” He explained. Jimmy nodded a little. Great now the dude thought he was some kind of fallen angel, he always knew how to pick the winners. Shadows continued, “Things are much simpler in Dimmur, there are three classes of demons; low, middle, and high. Lower demons,” he waved his hand, “all muscle and no brains, they’re used for grunt work. They’re crabby though, so most avoid them unless they’re looking for a fight. Middle class demons are like Vengeance and Christ, as intelligent as the average human, though a bit more intuitive. Most are annoying, they tend to fawn over the high demons in hopes of getting favors and they tend to avoid angels. Vengeance and Christ are different from the rest of them in that way. Then there are the high demons, a very small class. They are the seers and they can be a bit snobbish, unless they want something of course.” He rolled his eyes and continued, “Finally there are the angels, I’m not particularly fond of most of my peers. They’re lazy and have no imagination.”

“What do you do?” he asked curiously, Shadows flashed him a devilish grin, “Make life harder on the angels in Eldur of course and whenever possible take out an Arch Angel.” He looked out the window again, “We need to go, the spies have found us and it won’t be long before the Avengers show up.”

Jimmy stood shakily and Shadows handed him his backpack. He took it from him hesitantly, “Where do you keep these things?” he hadn’t seen the pack at all since he’d been awake. Shadows shrugged the question off and Jimmy gave him an annoyed look. When he held out his hand though he timidly reached out and took it, Shadows pulled him close to his side, “I can’t teleport with you on the other side of the room.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Where are we going?” Jimmy asked. Shadows didn’t answer and for a second there were pins and needles all over his body and the room blurred and then righted itself again but there were no longer at the hotel. The bright sun above made Jimmy’s eyes water and he squinted until he had adjusted. The sapphire blue waves crashing onto the white sand was a pleasant background to the chorus of birds all around them. Jimmy’s mouth dropped open as he looked around, “Where…where are we?” he asked.

“A cove somewhere, I don’t really pay attention to human nations.” Shadows said easily, “Vengeance and Christ will probably harass the spies for a little while so relax.”

Brian’s POV
He wasn’t sure he could take any more. His legs had given out some time ago and now his knees were threatening to pitch him onto his face. The sharp stones would cut him up even more, he could only dimly feel his knees bleeding though. He gasped when the whip scored him again, he was past screaming, he wished he was completely past feeling. His knees buckled a little and his breathing stuttered, his consciousness was quickly fading now. The blackouts that came with each strike lasted longer and longer, bright stars danced in front of his eyes and black and red dots were at the edge of his vision.

“Hold.” The wintry voice commanded. Brian gasped and tried to raise his head to look at Uriel but the strength was gone and he stayed staring at the floor.

“Given your previous record the council has decided that you may redeem yourself. You have forty-eight human hours to find the target and eliminate him.”

Brian nodded stiffly and tried to get his legs under him again so he could go after him.

“If you fail again Brian your wings will be bound.” The head angel said impassively. The breath left his lungs and he struggled to look at Uriel but all he caught was a glimpse of white wings disappearing around a corner. The room emptied and he finally pushed himself to his feet and stumbled over to the wall where fell heavily against it with his shoulder. He unfurled his wings and let them hang lifelessly at his side and pressed against the wall. That made his back feel the tiniest bit better but even breathing was making things worse. Hot blood ran down his back and butt before pooling on the floor under him.

Forty-eight hours was not a long time to find the human especially as weakened as he was, he needed to find one of the Healers. He had to get back to his room and get his clothes first. The door was on the other side of the room though and he wasn’t sure he could make it that far. He was wondering if he had the energy to just teleport to a healer, but if they weren’t there he would be completely drained and would probably spend his forty-eight hours comatose.

“Brian.” Abel’s cold voice made him shudder, he’d never held any particular fondness for his mentor. Slowly he turned to look at him, his ripped and bleeding back protesting the movement the entire time. Abel grabbed one of his wings and twisted. His mouth opened to scream but nothing came out, the intense agony dropped him to his knees and his vision swam and darkened.

“I will not have you dishonor me.” Abel said conversationally, tightening his grip on his wing, “It’s well known that you were one of my pupils and it is embarrassing for both of us when all of Eldur is talking about the Avenger that didn’t succeed. We have never once let a target get away and I will not let you ruin that.” He twisted his wing more and finally a hoarse scream ripped out of Brian’s throat. Abel let go of his wing and he collapsed to the floor. Instead of stone though he felt marble and blurrily saw a surprised Healer hurrying over to him and then he passed out.

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