Private Finished Clipped Wings

His fingers tapped slowly on his knee, he watched from under his hood, as his guests continued to slumber upon the warehouse floor. A half-angel and his human companion, he'd watched these two for some time.

He tilted his head to look at his third guest, a fox he'd thought was a demon. A mistake, but he decided to play her anyways. He'd played his game before in the outside world, now he'd come to the island to continue. A fire burned hot in the corner, the blade of one of his scythes in it.

Leaning slightly, he tapped knuckles on the wall, it was time. Time to wake up, time to play, play the game. It was time to play.

He tilted his head one way and then the other, from the human to the fox. Neither were his usual prey, the human girl would be useful in playing with her nephilim companion, the fox he'd decided to play with for no real reason, she was here for the ride. Both seemed strong, yes this was going to be fun.

The hooded man remained silent as he rose from his seat and strolled to his guests. Stopping briefly he looked to the sleeping half-angel, oh how he'd watched and waited for the time to play with him. He looked back to the human and then back to the half-blood, yes this was going to be fun.

His foot nudged the angel's head, it was scabbing over from where the hooded man had struck. The white haired boy moaned as his eyes fluttered open, yes, turquoise eyes, so odd. Grabbing the back of his head, he brought him up to his knees. A small chuckle escaped the hooded man as the angel spouted profanities.

Then the hooded man turned to the human, and the angel seemed to erupt in an odd combination of threads and pleas, pleas for the girl to be left alone. He left the boy to struggled with his bonds as he moved on to the women. Crouching beside the human, he placed a hand on her head to hold her in place, then gently brushed his fingers over her cheek, the angel still yelling behind him.

Humming quietly, he moved onto the fox, ah the pretty thing he picked up by accident, like a lost stray. Crouching, his hands quickly grabbed her below her bottom jaw, and he petted her head, like a pet, a thing he kept around out of enjoyment.

Soren felt the boot against his head, the pain shooting through it. His eyes flew open was pulled to his knees. "Bastard!" he yelled at the hooted man, his eyes filled with anger and fear, "you son of a bitch."

His eyes tightened with protective anger as the hooded man turned to Liz, "you leave her the fuck alone." The hooded dropped him back to the ground, he struggled, his wings appearing in a desperate attempt to break his binds. "Get away from her!" he screamed as the man went to Elizabeth before moving on to the woman he didn't know. "Leave them alone!" he said, half scream, half begging. His mind racing was racing, his wings and hands struggled to break his binds.

He didn't answer any of them, he didn't say a single word. The hooded man remained silent and continued to pet Yoka, he loved it, every moment of it. Yes, he'd picked the right trio for this game, the ambitious fox, who was quickly humbled and the teenage girl, who seemed to have a bigger backbone than the fox, and then there was the nephilim, the key to it all.

Dropping Yoka's face, he rose, his hands clasping behind his back. Turning, he looked to the boy, they couldn't see it, but he was grinning, grinning because he knew what was coming next. Turning he stroll toward his fire, his black cloak brushing over the concrete floor.

Reaching down, he pulled he gripped the scythe's hilt and pulled it from the flames, the blade red hot. He faced the girls, his head tilted slightly, before turning to the angel. He crossed the distance between them quickly, his knee dropping into the boy's back, his hand gripping his wings to keep them from thrashing.

He glanced up and the girls briefly, a small giggle escaping him, then his blade moved, the boy fell forward, and the smell of burning feathers filled the room. The hooded man had claimed his trophies.

Soren was powerless, he couldn't do anything. He felt his them leave his back, but he didn't feel pain right away, he just felt cold. His face smacked into the concrete, his eyes filled with a hollowness, he was going to die, and so was Liz. He'd failed to protect someone he loved again.

The Hooded Man stepped away from the halfbreed, setting his new trophies on a desk, they were beautiful, they'd be wonderful reminders of this day. He'd treasure them forever, wasn't every day that you got a genuine pair of angel wings, then, he turned to the girls.

Setting the heated scythe down, he pulled another from the inside of his cloak, no burns for them, no he wanted them to bleed. He started to slowly circle the fox and the human, ignoring the screams and threats of the half breed, he had to admit, the boy was stronger than he expected. Inside his hood, his eyes looked over the pair, trying to decide who should be first.

In the end, he chose the eldest to go first, he strolled over to the fox, and giggled cruely and he lifted her up by her hair. Leaning in, he whispered, to where only she could hear, "they foxes tricky and clever, but when they can't get our of trouble on their own, then there nothing," then he did it, he drove the blade into her abdomen, then he dropped her, like she was nothing.

The fox was dealt with, time for the human, he moved to her, lifting her just like the other, again her half angel love lover screamed and threatened, and again, the Hooded Man whispered, "in life and death, you'll always hear echoes, echoes of your regrets and mistakes," and again, he drove the blade in and dropped her.

He twirled hid bloodied scythe and giggled, the injuries he'd caused weren't instantly lethal, but without medical they'd both die, he quickly cut them both loose, neither would be a problem. So, with that done, he turned back to the half angel. His hooded head tilted, as if looking at his curiously. Then, he walked to him and did something unexpected, he cut him loose, the boy reacted as expected, he attacked the hooded man. He easily apprehended the boy, lifted him by his throat and stated toward the door with him.

Turning, he tossed the boy in between the girls, he'd let him decide what would happen. Who would live, who would die, and just like that, he was gone, out the door, vanishing into the night air. His work was done, one way or another, he'd win.

Soren landed between the girls, the madman vanishing out the door. He quickly moved over to Liz, pulling her into his arms, she was fading, they both were. Looking between them, he realized what he had to do, what he should do.

Gently setting her down, he moved between them, gently pulling them close, he looked to Yokka, he didn't know her, but that didn't really matter. Then he looked to Liz, "I love you, and I always will." He placed his hands on their wounds, and the vanished, reappearing on Soren.

The half angel immediately felt the affects of the blood loss, his skin paled even more, he fell back, his arms trying and failing to support him. He was fading and fast.