Solitude [open]

[freedom]

Seamus too landed in the snow next to her. The dark lord? What does she mean... I have a bad feeling about this... He raised his glance up to her, as she stood there in the snow. The air was cold, so he folded his wings into his body to conserve heat. "If one can change one way, why can't they change back?" he stated calmly, finding a tree to lean on. She was a smart angel, very wise and cunning. Her defensive skills and fighting were on the lacking side somewhat, but she her smarts almost made up for that. Or if nothing else made her a threat. But it was the Dark Lord that concerned him most.

"So...if you don't mind me asking...who is the dark lord, and why have you chosen to follow him? Or at least, I assume you do. Please tell me if I am being too blunt here."

[Mocking Bird]

"You want know something. My wings use to be white and pure, now they are black, they won't change back." Mocking Bird explained with an attitude. Besides, I wasn't wanted, they gave me up because they didn't care for me. Mocking Bird thought, but then she heard, him saying word of The Dark Lord. Mocking now knew that he had more power then she had though and in her mind, her mind that was believed to be as dark as her soul, there was a blank reaction. She felt like she couldn't think. "You speak of The Dark Lord. You don't see what I am it seems. My wings are black along with my soul, can't you see that I am a complete opposite of you. You may think that I was something else with wings of black, but there, there was the mistake. I am a Dark Angel, I hail under The Dark Lord, my lord." Mocking said and soon her wings flapped and she was in the sky, as if she couldn't hear the rest of this conversation.

She landed a while away, back at the cave and was soon sitting behind a rock, she didn't want him to know that she was unwanted by light angels for all she knew. She was actually stolen, The Dark Lord knew what use she would be.

[freedom]

Seamus, not easily challenged and then shrugged off, took to the skies after her. He knew something was wrong with her story. Something that didn't sit right with him. Thought he had never met another light angel, from what he knew of himself, her story did not line up. Especially if she was of a pure descent as she had claimed. Perhaps, he wondered, if she was from the same town as he, destroyed by some strange force that he never was taught. Perhaps, he thought, all was not lo...

All of a sudden, a shot rang out of the forest. There was a split second where Seamus glided, confused at the shot. But not long after the initial sound, he realized what had caused it as a bullet shredded through his shoulder and into the base of his wing as it passed through his back. The right wing had become udderly useless as he tumbled down, attempting with all his might to use the other to slow his descent. This, he did to no avail, as he crashed full speed through the trees and straight into the hard dirt. The force of the landing smashed his head into the ground, and with the last blurry glimpses of consciousness, he saw them. The police that had been chasing Mocking earlier, now stood above him, a smoking rifle in the leader's hand. He passed out after the site, loosing all feeling and thought.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird heard the gun shots and come out of the cave to see that Seamus was falling from the sky. She wanted to stay put, but she felt as if she still owed him for saving her the first time. "Damn it!" Mocking Bird muttered, she would hate to have to do anything else really. They might think a hostage would improve there chances of capturing, well they are wrong. Mocking Bird thought. She then took off, hearing a gun shot behind her, it singed her leg, but it was only a cut. She then flew at them, full speed kicking them to the ground, for a while she beat on them, making sure they wouldn't get up anytime soon and she also destroyed there guns. She then took off once again, she knew that they would perhaps still be there, unless they wanted Seamus for something bigger.

[freedom]

After she had flown away, Seamus still remained unconscious. He was going to need severe medical attention, as he was bleeding fast and his head smacked the ground fairly hard.

The first few cops that awoke were unable to do anything of progress with their injuries, but they saw that they still had their catch. "One angel is just as good as another I guess," one of them said, a slight smirk in his smile. Eventually enough of them woke up that they were able to carry his body to the car and shove him in. Some of the cops remained in a comatose state, so they too were loaded in vehicles, after which everyone drove off. They had Seamus, and they were going to abuse him and use him for all his worth. And due to Seamus's kind nature, he wasn't going to put back much of a fight.

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird was rushing through the forest, she was at top speed, and she heard bullets from the sides, but they were all missing her. She was too fast and that was a good thing, she had to hurry, in case there was an injury or if this was just a waste of her time. Sun down was coming and she was almost there, she soon burst through the forest. She stopped in the clearing, to see the police and Seamus, injured, it looked bad and Mocking Bird was glaring at the police. "You think a hostage changes anything?" Mocking growled. "I know you want me." She soon moved fast and bullets were all around her, she had to hit them and scare them. There was one thing most didn't know, but she had dark powers.

Soon shadows were around her and they screamed, all running, but the women stood her ground. Soon Mocking had to get the shadows to drag her off, she couldn't risk getting hurt. She kept some with her to carry Seamus and a few to find some cloth to put around his wound. Soon they got to the cave and a little later, the other shadows returned with cloth. She wrapped the cloth around Seamus's wound and the shadows disappeared, when she finished stopping the bleeding she went and got some grass, sticks and wood to make a fire. She returned and began to start the fire. She made a few sparks with a stick and a rock and blew on them. Soon the fire came to life, providing warmth for the dark cold night, soon the sun would no longer be here, and it will be cold. It soon began to snow, which may make surviving harder.

[freedom]

It was dark by the time that Seamus came to a semblance of consciousness. His eyes had slowly opened, seeing only the snow gathering at the outside of the cave, as well as the fire that continued to crackle and warm. Sure, it was a small fire but it warmed nevertheless. But through his grogginess, he could just barely make out the figure of a girl, who he could only assume was Mocking. She had come back, and looking down at his shoulder, he saw that she had wrapped his wound. She came back...

Slowly he sat up against the wall, wincing in pain from his arm. "You...you came back...? You didn't have to do that...." His mind was filled with confusion at to why she had saved him, and then stayed here in the cave with him. "You're going to freeze here...you should take that jacket I gave you earlier and find someplace warm to stay...." he said, looking at her. The cloth was stained with blood, and when he tried to move his limbs, both his arm and his wing ceased to work. His left worked just fine, but both his right wing and arm dangled at his side. "Why did you stay..."

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird noticed that Seamus had finally awaken and it was dark, making the fire also have to provide light. It was as if he wasn't thinking to her, it was as if he never thought that she owed him and that his death would be linked back to her. She couldn't let that happen, that would be a big risk that The Dark Lord wouldn't want and that would add a bounty on her head, something else she wouldn't want. "You don't see that I owed you and that your death would put me in a bad place, I can't risk that." Mocking Bird explained, how she hated to do so. "You can't even tell that I have no where to go, why don't you see why I am here."

[freedom]

He smiled faintly and nodded. "I guess I see your reasoning...but still...they weren't going to kill me...I saw their plan..." Seamus looked again, to the snow. It fell softly down to earth, as if it was disregarding everything that had happened to him. And now it was obvious, he had reckoned it earlier that she was paying him back, but he didn't figure she would stick around. But he was surely thankful, and replied, "Thank you..."

After looking back over the fire, he turned his attention to his arm. Since there was no doctors around, he began to try and mend the wound. The attempt to do so sent excruciating pain through his body, which caused him to shake and fall back on the ground. He was able to hold his scream back, but barely. "Fixing this is useless..."

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird looked at him well he was trying to fix his wounds. She thought that he should stay still. "Well you could have died while they were transporting you to the jail. You shouldn't be moving, you will just make it worst." Mocking Bird said. She brought her knees up to her chest and put her arms around her knees, her head sat on top of them, she was tired. She doubted that she wouldn't be able to rest now, with Seamus injured, he would have to rest more. The warmth of the fire felt good, keeping her body warm, and her tired eyes wanted to sleep.

[freedom]

Seamus nodded softly and sat up slowly, using his left appendages to move him upright. "You're probably right on that point, it's amazing I've held up this long..." He too was tired, not wanting to move anything. What he really missed though was the mobility of his right side. Seamus began to wonder if he would actually be able to heal fully from this. The injury seemed pretty bad, and his next main fear was it getting infected due to this cold.

That wasn't his main worry though. His real worry was, perhaps surprisingly, Mocking herself. "Come here...please? Did you get his at all? Any scratches, wounds, or other injuries?" While he may not be able to heal his own wounds, perhaps he could offer to at least assist in hers. He had just enough power to heal her, and that's all he really cared about. This wasn't a game of evens, it was a life of protection.

[Mocking Bird]

"I am fine." Mocking growled. She hadn't gotten injured, she was soar from the chains that had been draped around her. It left no scratches, as long as she could more fine, she would be okay if she hurt her legs she flew, if she hurt her wings she walked, both, well she would be caught and taken to the jail hospital probably. She knew that The Dark Lord didn't have time if she messed up now, it really wouldn't end well. However she was hungry and she knew that near the lake she could caught a fish or two, but she also knew that the police maybe still looking for her in the forest, she would have to wait until it was darker, she would have to stay up until she knew they would go home to rest, even the women. She knew there was a small berry bush near the cave, but were the berries still good?

She got up and went out to take a look, there were only 15 good berries, certainly not enough to settle her stomach and get rid of her hunger. However she had a few small containers in her bag and picked the berries, putting then inside. She would have to gather food, even meat that she would have to dry and then save it.

[freedom]

Seamus watched as she walked out to search for some food. He desperately wanted to help, and he figured there would have to be some way that he could. If only he could be closer to the entrance, then perhaps he could land something.

So he struggled, crawling towards the entrance. The pain shot through him with every movement, but he didn't care. The wrappings held in the blood, so he wasn't too worried about his wounds. But once he reached the edge of the cave where the snow had begun to pile up, he saw it. A small deer, pranced through the forest alone, and it was just within range. He hated to do this, but he picked up a rock, and shot it forth at high velocity. It was a silent, but deadly shot, dropping the deer in its spot. Then it occurred to him that he still didn't know her name. "Crap...," he said to him silently. The only way he could think of communicating was through telepathy. Hey, there is a deer just ahead. I don't sense any other people within a mile. Need any help?

[Mocking Bird]

Mocking Bird didn't care about his power, her wings flew her fast, so fast that the deer didn't even get a chance to think before she drove her dagger into the side of its head. The deer died instantly, and soon she was dragging it back to the cave. She was just outside, skinning the deer and cutting off parts that couldn't be eaten at all. Then she cut it into a chunk to put over the fire, the rest she would keep hidden here for later. She moved a rock and hid it for now, she would have to dry it later, for now some would cook for eating. The berries she would also save as she put it into her pack, and now she was turning the meat to cook it, there wasn't many ways, she made something to hang it on, using holes in a cave floor, strong sticks and a bit of string.

[freedom]

By the time that she had returned to the cave, he was already sitting up, re-attending to his wing. She seemed content to fix and prepare the dinner on her own, so he choose not to bother her. His eyes drifted again to the sky, looking at the falling snow, and what stars he could catch a glimpse of. Then he looked back at her, and noticed that even nature didn't match up to her looks and spirit. Even though both were hurt in their own ways and they weren't the most comfortable, he was happy to be here with her. Still, he felt that he could have offered her more. Actually, he realized he could. "Hey...I was thinking...since you saved my life and all...there is something I could offer you...I have an apartment I'm purchasing on the outskirts of the city. It's on the roof with access, and it's tall enough where you could fly in and out unnoticed. There is almost no surveillance and it would be better than this cave... What do you think...?"