Shine Bright -Cold-

[Agenta Chainly]

Day peaceful and bright. Clear sky with a few lingering clouds in the big light blue sky. The park was well taken care of, it showed it though it's beautiful colors and healthy plants. The grass was short, but soft and the most magnificent shade of green that the eyes could have ever seen. Contained in a net row were many types of flowers. Their names ranging from A to Z. Each flower was it's own. Their petals were different sizes and shapes and their colors were nothing like ones of others. Of course, trees grew strong and tall, their trunks surrounded by metal bars to keep them safe from harm. Some tall shrubs had been cut into fun little figures and shapes, some were animals and others were circles, triangles, and such. In every direction you looked people had gathered. Little kits played happily with out a care in the world. Their laughter and smiled brightened the area around them. Couples came together and shared their deep feeling for each other under the beautiful sky. Families sat together on a blanket and had a good meal.

Walking on the stone road that was made for those who wished to follow a path, was a young girl in a beautiful pink sundress. It fell to her knees and covered her arms tell they reach her elbow. On her feet were white shoes that had small heels on them, but nothing to big. Around her neck was light pink ribbon that was wrapped around her neck and made a bow on the side. Short soft brown hair brushed against her neck from time to time as she walked happily in the park. Beautiful light blue eyes glanced from place to place taking in the cheerful sights. Despite her being an angel she had no wings upon her back. Agenta was an angel who could make her own wings by bending light and attaching it to her body. So, being seen by the normal eye she seemed human.

Singing a cheerful tune, Agenta walked along the path in the park. She had not seen her brother since the morning when he left the apartment. Not having school today, she was driven by boredom to step out of the house and walk around. She feet had taken her to the park were she felt a gentle aura around the place. She was right to come here, it was perfect for her. Agneta smiled as she walked along, eyes sparkling with the most innocent of light. Then, the brightness was shattered when a small little boy fell upon the stone path. Agenta's face quickly fell into a worried expression. With quick feet, she approched the boy and helped him to his feet. He rubbed his eyes with his hands as he cried. Looking at his knee Agenta saw that he had scrapped it. "Now now, I know it hurts what it will go away." Hovering her hand over his knee, she closed her eyes. Soon after, a soft gentle yellow light appeared by her hand and around the child's knee. Pulling her hand away, the light disappeared and so did the scratch. The boy looked at his knee then at Agenta and smiled. Gently patting his head, she stood up and looked towards a woman who was making her way over to them.

Looking down at the boy Agenta placed her finger over her lips and whispered to the boy, "It's our little secret okay." Giving a cheerful giggle he ran to his mother and told her sweet words about Agenta. With that, she turned and was walking once again on the path. Looking around, she searched for people who might have seen what she had done and would wish to harm her because of it. Nova was not the most peaceful of places and Agenta knew this well.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Lon needed to get out of the house. His landlord had finally gotten sick of his complaints and clutter and finally locked him out of his own apartment. He sort of had it coming, filling the trash can with the groceries he could actually reach at the store. He looked up at the number that marked his apartment, the numbers taunting him in their tall height and bronze gleam. With a sigh he turned his chair the opposite direction and started toward the elevator.
A few moments into the future and he was outside, the light making his head hot beneath the mass of black that he called his hair. Today it was styled in a different way as he knew of what his landlord was scheming against him, so he prepared today. So he had out his hair in a way that was slightly disheveled but good looking. Lon didn't really know any other way of styling it so that's what he was going to do.
He rolled along the sidewalk, his wheels every so often disturbing the subtle peace that was the way he sat.
Lon had been paralyzed for about 7 years now and he had gotten used to the teasing and falling, the restrictions of his disability. That had been taken care of long ago. He had no real inkling of how other people had it had. He knew his case was bad, but it could always be worse. That was his philosophy these days; thinking about how good his life, how thankful he should be. Oddly enough though, the farther along the days went, the harder it was to actually find things in his life worth being thankful over.
Supposedly this was normal to the therapist he had been seeing for the past few months. She was also a vampire, which made it a lot easier for him to confide and report his demonic urges to. She was pretty, with long dark hair and light eyes, tall and healthy; he wasn't interested. He supposed she was helping. She was helpful in some ways, harmful in others. But mostly it was just neutral, just probing though his mind and upon his medication.
Typical
Lon continued down the sidewalk, the nonexistent car absent in his life. He couldn't afford a car let alone one of those disabled passes. He lived alone after all.

Lon gave a soft groan as he remembered his new appointment schedule with his therapist. He'd be late unless hey called him ahead of time. Although now he was just thinking wishfully.
He looked around as he soon registered his new surroundings. Seemed he had made his way to the park, funny, the other day he had been to beach.
Lon rolled down the sidewalk, venturing further into the park; he found it fairly difficult to push his wheelchair through the grass.
He looked around with his blue-green eyes, sort of like the color of trees the day after it rained. Mossy almost. He had gotten plenty of comments about them but he had no real clue of what they were talking about. It was his true eyes color, only on a much darker scale. This wasn't his true form after all.
Another reason he went to therapy was to control his appearance. He had gotten it mostly down, making sure his glamour was strong against the eyes of even the most trained eyes. To a normal mortal he looked like a normal disabled boy, black hair, green eyes, pale...but underneath he was a monster. He had grey skin, pale like a wet stone, his eyes got much darker and richer, his pupils dilating and to top the cake, horns much like that of a ram.
Of course even then he wasn't complete. But he'd save that for another time.

He looked around, his arms working pretty hard as he rolled his way up a hill. Once at the top he looked about from his perched, the site of the park more than enough to make him smile, at least a little. He could see the distant city with its tall skyscrapers and the fog that seems dot forever shroud the City of Nova. Lon then looked down below at the space just beneath him. He saw a girl about his age, perhaps a tad younger; she had short brown hair that gently touched her shoulders. She was bent over helping a small male child up as his mother wandered over. He watched the mom take her son's hand and gently scold him. He titled his head, distracted momentarily at this heartfelt moment. In fact, he was so distracted, that he totally ignored his wheels drifting forward, at least until it was too late. He let out a yelp as his wheelchair bolted forward with him clutching the bars as he rolled into the scene. Luck was not on his side as his wheel caught on a loose sidewalk board and it toppled, he fell out, the chair squishing him beneath it.
His face heated up with embarrassment as he imagined all the people within a ten foot radius to be watching him and his clumsiness.
"Shit." He cursed at himself, his voice low and his eyes dark.

[Agenta Chainly]

The sound of Agenta's white heels hit the stone walkway and made a delightful sound to her. Suddenly, a rage of commotion began to happen round her. She thought that she had been figured out as a monster, or in their eyes as a monster. She looked at the faces of the people and noticed that were not looking at her, but rather behind her. Turning around, she saw a boy in a wheelchair coming down a hill and then bumping something and falling out. She watched as he hit the sidewalk and his chair landing on top of him. Normally, if she saw this before she would stop from hitting the ground by making a wall of light between him and the floor, but it was to late for that.

Being who she was, she instantly made her way over to him.Stopping at his side, she dropped to her knees and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" Agenta's voice sounded very young. It was rather high pitched, but it was not like a child voice because it sounded mature and sweet. Blue eyes gazed upon him with mixed emotions. She saw who he was. Gray skin and horns coming from his black hair. He was a demon. Looking around, she noticed the faces upon the humans who looked at him. They did not have fear, but rather worry. Looking back at him she began to understand. She had to act as if she saw just a normal boy that seemed to be her age. "Here let me help you up."

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He laid there for a few moments, cotemplating over his restricted options. He could crawl ou like a worm and try to get back up onto the chair. Or he could push it off him. But with either option it was alays difficult to get back up with his limited strength and maneuverability. Lon gave a small sigh, putting his forehead against the concrete. He almost agreed to just laying there until his therapist called and he could get some help. That was, until he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. He shivered under the gentle touch, feom what he could tell it was a female, the small and delicate hands creating a just as feminine touch. A man could never have touched him with such care ratherthan patting him with false comfort.
He lofted his head just far enough to see the girl with brown hair. He let his chin rest on the ground as he laid there all lame and such. He heard her ask about his current condition, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly at her as if to ask, 'does it look like it?'
But Lon knew better than to actually say that aloud, "Yeah, some cuts but falling down a hill, what do you expect?" He gave a sheepish, almost shy smile as he peered at her from under the wheelchair.
"I'm okay though." He answered finally. He laid there, kind of expecting her to help him. "Yeah, you can help me." He said in an exasperated, tired voice that sounded more like a groan. This wouldn't be the first time he had fallen.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta gave him a look when he replied to her question. She had expected him to be hurt, but the level of hurt was unknown to her. "Well, I'm glad to know that you are well enough to talk as you do." Looking from side to side, Agenta wished the people would start to scatter so she could use her power to help this man without having to worry about them seeing. That would not happen it seemed. People still gathered and looked upon the scene with worried eyes. "He is alright, no need to worry," Agenta said to them with a warm smile. Looking back at Lon she smiled to him as well, "Don't freak okay." Hovering her head by his side, she wrapped a thin layer of light around him and also weaved it through his fallen chair. Pulling back, but keeping her hand near the chair so it seemed like she was pulling him up on her own. The small angel hoped that the stranger would not make a scene about what he was experiencing, but why would he? He was not much different that herself.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Lon let out a huff, burying his face into his arm as he waited for something new to happen. He supposed he would have to start making up excuses for why he was late to his appointment. Telling his therapist that he had floundered all over the park sidewalks. He had to have a girl help him back as he laid there all limp like f*cking worm all useless and stuff.
He let the girl do what she needed, his ears perking as he listened to her shoo away the other pedestrians. Then he felt something warm wrap around him and he began to slightly freak. If it was one thing he didn't like it was to be touched. He flailed his arms a bit and turned his head to try and look around as to figure it what was happening. He didn't see any arms and he doubted that this frail girl could actually pick him and his chair all by herself. She must be using some help, otherwise the task would prove nearly impossible.
He turned his head to look at her as she pulled his chair up.
And there he sat, all limp. He hated himself a lot these days, not just himself but a lot of the people around him. He could barely uphold his job and life was just dragging him down a lot these days.

When he sat upright once more he looked down at his hands, refusing to make any sort of contact. "Thanks." He muttered deeply, his hair falling into his eyes as he pouted like a 3 year old.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta smiled at him once he was up and sitting in his chair. "It's alright, but you are a demon right? Why are you in a wheel chair?" The young little angel thought nothing of the other possibility that he could be. She didn't even think that bring up the wheelchair could have an impact upon his feelings. She thought he was a demon who had dark intentions and wished to bring harm upon others with a pure and innocent life. Of course, humanity was something that mixed between good and bad, dark and light. Then again, Agenta was a light heart, absentminded silly girl who only had pure intentions and good motives.

Agenta was up from the ground and had dusted of her dress. She brushed some of her brown hair out of her face for it had fallen when she was getting up from the ground. With her eyes she saw what Lon truly was, horns and all. Mortals could not see her as an angel, but just a normal girl. Those of different blood and background could see a soft light around her, like an angel within gods light, but she had no halo for she was one that had fallen from the heavens and into the mortal worlds with out gods grace. She was an angel that was lost in this world, but with the help of her brother she was safe and protected.
(sorry lazy.)

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He took his time to settle in, positioning himself just right into the imprint his weight had made over the many years of him sitting in that spot. It felt right now, not really feeling as comfortable if he were to sit anywhere else. By this time it was sort of like his own personal chair and technically it really was.
Your a demon right?
He raised an eyebrow, if that wasn't obvious then let him be stroked down with lightning. But, for the sake of better manners he nodded, choosing not elaborate anymore than he needed to. His greenish blue eyes glancing around at the few people who were still staring, faking a smile to ward off their rumors and misgivings of whatever they might think of the situation.
Why are you in a wheelchair
He paused, his eyes darkening almost simultaneously. He gently unhook her hands off his chair and began to roll away without another word. She may not have known it but that was something he was about to talk about with someone he barely knew. She didn't even know his name and yet she was as insensitive as to ask why he was crippled.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta looked at him with worried blue eyes. She had done something that she shouldn't have. Now that she thought about her words and the time she realized that she had spoke out and it was not her place. She covered her mouth and looked down at the ground. No! This would not be how she left this. She had to change things so that it was better. She would make up for what she did wrong and make things better this stranger. Rasing her head she ran after the man in the wheelchair. "I'm sorry, I stepped over my line and I was not thinking. I beg of you please for give me. Can we start over?" Agenta made a begging face at first, but when she finished speaking she made her face lighten up to a warm smile. "My name is Agenta Rose Chainly. It's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name good Sir?" Agenta placed her hands behind her back and lowered her head and arched her belly so she was slightly level with him.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Well, it's not like he expected her to just get discouraged and walk away. That wasn't how communication worked with people, or the paranormal more or less. People thew days no longer gave up when a person drew the line instead blurred it and walked all over it just to keep the mutually conversation going, even against the will of the other patron. So he wasn't surprised when he heard the soft steps of his follower, her remorse apparent as she realized her mistake and attempted to right her own wrong.
He stopped, closing his eye with a sigh and leaning his head back against the wheelchair, letting his hair fall into place. He squinted out and saw her leaning in over him, all cheery and bright. They were practically polar opposites, the light angel and the dark demon.
"My name is Lon Vilenti." He greeted her with a small, tired smirk. Lon was just a nickname, no one actually knew his real name cause he hated it, it was stupid to him.
He sat up straight and attempted at making his day at least a bit nicer. He'd rather not have his day outside be full of shitty greetings and him being a prick to everyone. Even though that's usually how everyday went.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta smiled warmly at him when he seemed to answer to her and not blow her off like some did. She was glad he was different from others, at least her spoke back to her. "Well Lon, it's nice to meet you. Truly." Agenta was glad that she know knew his name, but what happened after this? She needed to know more about him. How would she find this out without seeming like a creeper? She was knew to this. She never really tired to make friends with anyone. She would just help them out and move on, but now she had made a mistake that she had to make up for and she was determined to see it through. "So, where are you going? I can walk with you, if you don't mind me coming along that is."

[Lon A. Vilenti]

Lon nodded, beginning to roll off again now that they were acquainted. "Likewise." He barked softly, his voice pretty smooth but slightly ragged. He looked around, wondering whether he should try and shoot for the ward or not. He had totally forgotten about his new schedule so he was lost on what time he should even go.
Lon barely came back to reality in time to hear Agenta ask him where he might be going. He shrugged and looked back at her as he went along the sidewalk.
"My landlord kicked me out of my apartment and today I'm scheduled for a visit with my therapist. Although, I seem to have forgotten the time." He huffed, letting his inner 2 year old show as he pouted in frustration.
"I need to be at the Mental Institution sometime today."
Well didn't that sound creepy? He cringed inwardly as he heard him say that. That absolutely sounded like he was some sort of crazed loon escaped from his white room. But no, he didn't get to choose where he had to go, he just went. Plus he had to pick up his new prescription. He was a just a mental mess.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta held up her hand and acted as if she was writing down notes with an invisible pen. "Alright! Have no fear, I will help you. We can do this together." Looking around as they walked, she had no idea where she was going. Normally she knew her way to a cute little cafe that made the sweetish treats and the most amazing tea and she had no troubling getting home from there. Then, she knew her way to the park and back home, but they where heading to a completely different part of Nova that she didn't know. She gently placed a hand on the side of Lon's wheelchair helping her feel slightly more safe. She looked around with worried blue eyes, if she went to a place she didn't know it was with her brother. Someone who looked out and protected her, but now he wasn't around and she didn't know what to do.

[Lon A. Vilenti]

He raised an eyebrow at her as she seemed pretty determine to help him out with all his problems. He shook his head and continued with her in tow. As thy exited the park and into the bigger district of Nova City he suddenly felt bad for dragging her into all this. Wait. No that wasn't right. She had decided to come alot all on her own by her own free will. He had no say to her comin along, she just did. So he shouldn't be feeling sorry!
But he could slightly feel the drag as her hand held slightly onto his chair. He was aware of most things. Then he realized how little he was able to protect others let alone himself. If they were to suddenly get mugged he wouldn't be able to do a thing. He may be a demon but he had no real powers, at least not normally.
But nothing normally happened when he went there, just a few joggers and nothing more. "We're almost there, Agenta. You can leave if you want when I go in." He explained, trying not to worry himself over whether she could actually go home without him. Up ahead he could see the grey building that served as the asylum.
He wasn't THAT crazy, it was just where his doctor was set up.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta turned her blue gaze away from the unknown building back to Lon and she just smiled. "Don't worry, I said I would help you and I mean it. I won't go back on my word okay." Agenta then saw the building that they seemed to be growing closer too. It gave her the shakes as they grew closer, but she had to be strong. She said she would help Lon and she didn't want to go back on her word, never. "Well, I will wait outside and you go in and do your stuff. When you are done we can go to the next place okay." The angel didn't wish to be alone, but she had no other choose. She would pull through for Lon for deep down she truly wished to help him. With all her power she wanted to help him. She had done something terrible to him and she wanted to repair the damage she had done and maybe help him a little more.