Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Clouds occupied the usually azure sky, leaving blotches of grey. They drifted lazily across despite the warm, spring wind that kicked up dust. As time progressed, the probably of rain appeared to be increasing immensely as the clouds gradually grew darker. Despite the weather being unfavorable, Preston still desired to visit his mother who remained in the Lorsette General Hospital. A large, thick sweater embraced the blonde angel's torso while a multi-coloured toque covered his head in order to maintain warmth. There was neutral expression written across his face as he journeyed closer to the hospital, his amber eyes lingering on the distant structure. Hints of excitement were beginning to generate in the young teen, which was common whenever the opportunity arrived that he could visit with his beloved mother.
Visiting his mother always added a longer walking distance, but the blond craved any second of time that could be provided in his mother's company. After a long-term separation, Preston had re-united with the woman he cared about immensely, the person who they stole him from. Those monsters who insisted that they were saviors, brandishing armour and weapons against the clubs of injustice. Alas, they remained zealots that held belief that hell species were horrible atrocities heralding intense crime rates and misery; something the young angel never believed despite being naive. The recent developments in living arrangements had approved and finally granted him freedom from situation entirely, the only misfortune being his former foster siblings attending his school. As the hospital grew closer, Preston began picking up the pace with determination to arrive at the location hastily. While he walked, his backpack bobbed behind him, nearly empty except for library books; homework was oftentimes finished at school, leaving plenty of room.
A pair of glass doors with metal bars came into view, the young angel quickly running towards them with the slightest hints of a grin upon his lips. Once the doors were reached, movements slowed to pull a single door open before cautiously entering the hospital's first floor. The usually people greeted him, his frequent visits making him a familiar face inside the hospital, but he only acknowledge through brief waves. Shyness always claimed him during these moments which made it difficult for him to verbally interact with the friendly faces within the walls. With a natural swiftness, Preston rounded the corner, entered the elevator and his the floor his mother remained on. Gradually, the elevator moved upwards and the angel's eyes flitted towards the digital number which slowly increased with the passing floors until stopping at his destination.
Quickly, the adolescent exited the elevator and began weaving down the corridors with confidence in his steps. The path towards his mother had been memorized and shortly Preston entered the open door to find his mother, quietly resting. There was a tranquility that enveloped the room as his mother's chest gently rose and fell with each breath. Her hollowed cheeks and withered face still recognizable as Amanda Clark, but gave the impression of an older woman opposed to his mother's true age. An IV was connected to her arm while the subtle bleeping of a vital monitor played in the background. Flowers graced her bedside table, fragrant, but threatening to wilt as time continued. While Preston approached, he worked towards shrugging off his black backpack before stationing himself on the singular chair in the room. The knapsack was placed beside him while his amber eyes gazed towards his mother's sleeping form before deciding to patiently wait for her to awaken; he could always be surprising patient for his mother.
Minutes passed in silence, the occasional nurse entering to make certain no mischief was occurring within the hospital room. They were aware that Preston would not disturb his mother, merely finding joy by remaining in her presence. While he awaited for his mother to wake, he had opened one of the numerous library books, his eyes playing across the ink. Peace was shattered when the sudden blaring of an alarm fired, causing Preston to jolt and nearly fall from the chair. Immediately, his mother woke, most stationary as a result of her weak state. The young boy's eyes flitted towards her, quickly running towards the side of his mother's bed after being startled. As his gaze drifted towards his mother's face, he noticed the hints of panic flaring in her eyes. Feebly, she reached and touched her son's arm with concern covering her countenance which confused the young angel.
Naturally, the alarm heralded the arrival of a horde of terrors, but the optimist remained certain they would be alright. The naive views Preston held at times ruled his mind, manifesting beliefs of safety existing since his mother was near.
"Preston? Go home, sweetie. Find somebody to take you home," his mother asked gently. "It's dangerous here."
Instantly, a frown alongside sorrow claimed the young teen's expression. With the arrival of a horde meant his mother alongside the other hospital patients could risk danger. A determination glimmered in the teen's amber eyes, his desire to help becoming obvious. Concern increased in his mother's face, the woman immediately noticing the change in mood. The chances of convincing her son to return to the safety of his current foster home was becoming improbable.
"I'm not leaving... I can help, I'm old enough," Preston insisted quietly. "... Besides... that means you are in danger too... I don't want us to get separated again."
Despite the mayhem occurring throughout the hospital, the young angel managed to discover a sense of composure in the situation; panicking would increase the likelihood of being sent home. The boy's protectiveness and determination to help had activated, making it so the young angel had no intentions of leaving. The revelation resulted in his mother frowning as worry became more prevalent on her withered face. With a frail hand, she reached for her emergency call button in hopes one of the doctors or nurses would arrive to force her precious son somewhere safe.
Zachary had dropped Alice off at school, heading to home so that he could relax. He was only relaxing for a few hours before he was called into work. He made a few calls, so that somebody would be waiting to pick Alice up from school so that she wouldn't be lonely while he was at work. He made his rounds, checking on all of his patients before heading to the cafe to get something to eat. When the alarm went off, it had caught him by surprise but he was quick to response to security to lock down the hospital at once. The last thing he needed was for the Horde to enter in his hospital when his patients couldn't defend themselves. Once more he would go around the rooms to see who all was in there, before making his way to the next floor. He had planned on going to his office to make a phone call to Desmond but the beeper had gone off and he was forced to hurry his round on this current floor and go to the next one to see to his patient. The room that had beeped him was coming from the room that Preston's mother was in. He couldn't help but feel worried but was hoping she was doing alright in there.
The last thing he wanted was for her to be panicked since the alarm had gone off. He rushed down the halls, thoughts in his mind until he turns into the room to stop dead to see that Preston was in the room. Though he didn't have a problem with the boy visiting his mother, he didn't agree with him still being in the hospital when there was safer places to hide in. "Preston." He would nod his head to him before looking at his patient, trying to appear calm during all of this. "Is there something I can help you with, Mrs. Clark?" Though he knew she was likely wanting him to assist with getting Preston out of the hospital, he was required to stay in the hospital to attend to his patients. He didn't look forward to having to fight Preston out of the hospital, so if there was a slight chance he could dodge the struggle, it would make him happy until he found somebody that could just teleport him out of here without his permission. If I had known a Horde was coming, I wouldn't have allowed him to come to the hospital. It isn't safe here.
He could hear noises coming from outside, he wasn't about to lie, the noises were nerve wreaking to him. Desmond... He knew that his crush was lightly out there, somewhere. Tobias.... Alice.... He had to remind himself to remain strong but right now, his focus needed to be on Preston. His foster son needed to be protected as his other loved ones. A nurse had come into the room, apologizing for interrupting them. "I'm sorry Dr. Everett, but your assistance is needed.... During the lock down one of the Terrors got inside of the building and security isn't able to find it." Zachary felt his heart drop, on the one hand, he felt pity for his security and patients, on the other, he didn't want a damn Terror in the hospital either. "Alright, make some phone calls. I want you to find somebody on the outside that can teleport Preston to a safer location, for his mother and my peace of mind." He would finish, glancing at Preston and his mother, he would exit the room. "Yes Dr." His nurse would reply, pulling out her cell phone to search for TRS' phone number.
I feel like I'm going to be sick. I can't believe that Preston is in the hospital with us.... and I can't believe there is a damn Terror in here.... I have to protect my patients at all costs....
Remaining near his mother or assuring her safety was Preston's primary objective. Protecting her was a requirement to the adolescent considering the immense significance throughout his life despite her absence for numerous years; losing her again was not an option. There were thoughts taken about the hospital kindness and strenuous efforts, which generated a desire to assist in the young angel. While the cogitations continued over the notions of assisting the hospital, his eyes remained on his mother; the person he desired to protect most. Concern was obvious in her expression as she gazed at her son. There was a feeble grip around Preston's arm, the sickly woman incapable of mustering the strength to keep a stern hold on her son's arm. The appearance in the young angel's eyes softened, the corners of his lips twitching up into a small, reassuring smile.
"I'll be okay, mom. I won't let anybody hurt you, I promise," he spoke softly.
Genuine emotions echoed in the words, the tones of care and affection becoming obvious in them. Despite promising her safety, there remained an essence of fear in worry captured within his mother's dully coloured eyes; the sickness had taken the usual sparkle. A silence settled between them, the rushing sounds of footsteps on the tiled floors alongside a faint panic beyond the walls being the only noises. When the noises of somebody drawing closer arrived, Preston glanced towards the threshold to discover his foster father entering the room. There was a nod of acknowledgement when his name was stated before the young angel returned his attention to his mother. His mother's eyes flitted between him in Zachary as the woman attempted to convey her interests without vocalizing them.
"My apologies, doctor. I must I hit the button on accident when the alarms started," she responded.
There was a subtle hinting in where Amanda Clark's gaze lingered and flitting, all designed to vaguely explain that she desired her son to be taken away from the hospital without speaking; merely stating the concept would upset Preston after all. Gradually, the noises from the outside world began trailing into the room accompanied by the foreboding feelings the sounds brought. When the nurse entered and spoke, Preston's eyes quickly gazed towards her upon the mentioning of a terror being within the hospital. Terrors could easily bring harm to his unfortunate mother who was weak and bedridden from the cursed illness that ravaged her body. There was simply no possibility of moving her without risking the illness becoming worse or the woman's demise. As Zachary began speaking, the younger angel found that there was an air of authority around the doctor as he began commanding the current plan.
The mere mentioning of being sent home caused Preston to glare at his foster father, making his displeasure over the verdict obvious. There was a desire to make certain that his mother would be safe during the horde and being trapped in the comfort of home appeared downright deplorable.
"I'm not going home! I can help!" Preston rebuked. "My mom could be in danger and I am not risking that!"
As expected, the young angel was upset over the concept. He remained still, glaring at his foster father while the man left the room. Hastily, his mother noticed, tightening her feeble grip on the child's arm in a desperate attempt to keep him in the room. A softness was held in Preston's gaze when he glanced back towards his mother in reaction to the grip tightening, his eyes easily noticing the concern that touched her withered face. The concept of leaving his mother alone made his heartache, but the young angel had another objective that required completing first. Perhaps proving his usefulness would allow him to remain near his ailing mother? There was hesitation before the blond cautiously pulled away, feeling his mother's grip desperately attempt to tighten before the child ran. The nurse the quickly dodged and preoccupied with calming his mom while he rounded the corner out of the room in an attempt to carefully follow his foster father.
The sooner usefulness was proven, the sooner he could return to his mother's room.
Zachary nodded his head as Preston's mother had explained herself. It was easy for him to understand her worry, considering the alarms had gone off. If it wasn't for the fact that he was on duty, he would have escorted Preston to safety himself. As if matters couldn't get worse, a nurse had come into the nurse and alerted him of the Terror that was inside of the building. Zachary listened to Preston's words but he wasn't about to argue with him about it. He chose instead to handle the Terror so that his patients would be safe, if only he had known, he might have made more effort to get Preston out of the hospital before walking away. He walked quickly down the hall, checking to make sure that he hadn't seen a Terror before making his way down the stairs, planning on going down them. He pushed the door open, walking down the flight of stairs. I should find out if security found it yet, only one way to find out I suppose. He thought to himself as he continued down the flight of stairs.
He thought he had heard something from above and came to a stop to try and figure out if it was the Terror or not, only to be disappointed and worried to see that it was Preston. He had followed him down here and he thought he would have likely stayed in the room. He moved to the side, waiting for Preston to join him, clearly not pleased. What are you doing here Preston? Why am I thinking such a question, he didn't want to leave his mother.... He sighed, trying to appear calm as he whispered. "I thought you were staying with your mother. This is the last place I thought I would see you."
Forcefully being taken home was completely out of the question for Preston as he hurried down the hallways of the hospital. The hauntingly clean scents enclosed him, bringing those usual chills that arrived with thoughts of sickness and medicine. Despite his own healing capabilities alongside his foster father's, sickness still remained a steady fear for the angel after witnessing his mother wither from the cursed one she was given. Footsteps echoed through the hallway while Preston dodged nurses who attempted to take him to safety and weaved through the hospital. His own protection could be mulled over once his mother was safe from the terror invader and he has proven his worth to remain here. Due to his young age, Preston found difficult in keeping up to his foster father.
Being 13 arrived with the horrible bane of shortness, especially when he was a meager average height; however, remained thankful he was not short. He rounded the corner, certain that Zachary was heading towards the security office since it was the most logical place for the doctor to travel. The grey heavy door of the stairwell appeared, Preston desperately trying to remember the layout of the hospital's lower floors. Despite numerous visits, the angel usually only went to his mother's room and to visit his own doctor. The large door was pushed open, the loud click of the it being forced open resonating throughout the stairwell. Hastily, Preston descended the steps, only hesitating when he noticed Zachary had not continued down the stairs. The boy's amber eyes gazed up towards his face before glancing away with mild pangs of guilt; the doctor did not desire him here.
"You planned to send me home. I am not going home until my mom is safe, so I had to follow you! I can help, and I will prove it," Preston insisted.
Most of his tone possessed the usual lacking in emotion, but faint hints of tenderness mingled in. Determination shimmered in Preston's eyes as his gaze returned to Zachary's face, making his stubbornness to leave obvious. Hiding within the comfortable walls of home while his mother remained in this danger zone bothered the young angel, thus he wanted to stay and help where he could.
Zachary found his heart breaking when Preston had looked away from him. He didn't have time to worry about that right now, his foster's son's safety came first and right now it appeared as if he had the intention on helping out. "Absolutely not." This wasn't up for discussion, he would have to suffer with Preston being upset with him but he wasn't about to let him run the risk of being injured too. "It is too dangerous for you." The thought of sending Preston back up to the room had crossed his mind, however, he knew it was a bad idea to send him alone, so he would be forced to walk back up the stairs to take him back himself, than go back to the stairwell and cross his fingers he wouldn't miss the Terror in the process.
With much effort, Zachary held a stern face. "I'm taking you back to the room right now, than somebody will transport you out of here." He had moved to grab Preston but stopped when he heard a door open from the lower floor. He pressed his finger to his lips, hinting for Preston to be silent before moving towards the edge to peek down, moving back up the stairs. "Go upstairs right now." He wasn't going to joke around with Preston, if the boy didn't plan on moving, he would attempt to reach out and grab him. The Terror had entered the stairwell, at least now he knew where that damn thing was lurking, too bad Preston was down here too.
Determination glittered in the youth's eyes while he stared up towards Zachary, his desires to stay remaining strong. Understanding why exactly his foster father desired for him to stay behind was easy for Preston, but the young boy kept thinking about his mother. She was here, in a zone that was recently labelled dangerous and with the immense terror activity. Unfortunately, his foster father did not appear keen on permitting him to assist in the situation. When Zachary refused to let him help, Preston narrowed his eyes, making it obvious that he was upset with the verdict. His mother was important to him and the hospital was significant to Lorsette, the least he could do was assist in the situation. At the mentioning of danger, a pout marked Preston's face as he looked at Zachary with defiance written across his face.
"I know! I am offering to help! The hospital is important to Lorsette, so why now take an extra set of helping hands? At least then I know my mom is alright," Preston insisted. "I AM OLD ENOUGH! I COULD BECOME A TRS MEMBER IF I WANTED!"
There was upset tones to his voice, making it obvious that Preston was not pleased with the decision. Being taken to safety sounded similar to acting like a coward! The hospital housed his mother, and the young angel was intelligent enough to know they would prefer not moving her. The mentioning of being taken upstairs, Preston's eyes narrowed more while he dodged the hand reaching out to grab him. Before the young blond could make another move, he heard the foreboding sounds of the downstairs door opening, the sound reverberating through the staircase. Instantly, the adolescent froze, noticing his foster make a gesture to be quiet. In the silence, Preston heard the rapid beating of his heart while fear claimed him in the situation. The haunting sound of moving mechanisms as the clicking of metal echoed through the stairwell alongside the low animal-like growl. The hairs on the back of Preston's neck stood on end.
His amber eyes flitted towards his foster father, nodding when told to go upstairs. Slowly, Preston began creeping up the stairs while he continued feeling the intense fear of the situation. There was danger, a possibility of death in the situation if he was not careful. A faint curiosity arrived, Preston continuing up the stairs and sparing a glance over the rail to see the ugly creature below. Quickly, the young angel proceeded up the stairs, doing his best to remain quiet given the situation. For only a moment, Preston paused to glance back towards Zachary to see what his foster father was doing.
Zachary could understand Preston's frustration but he wasn't about to give in and let the boy stay just because it would supposedly make him happy. He was way to young to be dealing with Terrors, since he was the foster father he was going to forbid Preston from joining until he became order. "You don't have my permission to join TRS as for protecting your mother, you can do that in her room." At the very least, Preston wouldn't have followed him down here where the chance was higher at running into the Terror, but Preston knew that if he hadn't followed he'd likely been teleported out, smart boy, it didn't change the fact that he wasn't pleased that Preston was in danger among other things. Though they hadn't agreed anything, Zachary was determined to take Preston back up to the room, but the young boy had moved out of his reach, determined to stay put. Though the stairwell doors had been opened and when he hinted for there to be silence he was grateful that Preston didn't make a noise. The noise of the Terror could be heard, the moving mechanisms as the clicking of metal echoed through the stairwell. He was looking at Preston, noticing how scared he looked.
He told Preston to go upstairs, waiting for him to get a head start before following after him. He felt surprised when he saw that Preston had stopped to glance over the rail. Nooooo keep moving. Preston started moving up the stairs again, Zachary couldn't help but feel some fear as he quickly took steps up the stairs, tripping over himself just as Preston looked back to see what he was doing. If the Terror hadn't been alerted before, it noticed them now. The mechanisms clicked faster as the metal echoed along with a low animal-like growl as it rushed up the stairs for it's prey. "Preston, go faster." He knew if there was a slight chance that Preston didn't run fast enough, he'd be forced to block any possible oncoming attacks towards his son.
Frustration was leaking onto Preston's usually placid face as he continued assisting to Zachary to allow him to help. Proving his usefulness in the current situation was the primary objective to being granted the permission to remain in the hospital. Somebody had to make certain that his mother would be protected from the monstrous creatures ambushing the coastal area. His helpless mother could never defend herself from the horrifying terrors, thus Preston remained determined to remain in the hospital. After years of separation, the young boy would not allow the ultimate form of disconnection take his precious mother away. She remained the only individual of his direct family that Preston could discover, increasing his attachment tenfold. When Zachary forbade him from joining the TRS, the blond remained unaffected; he merely required an example.
The mentioning of remaining within the room caused Preston to narrow his eyes slightly, making it obvious that he was aware of the teleportation scheme that his foster faster possessed. Before the blond could vocalize his knowledge, the mechanisms continued clicking below. The sound of claws clicking on tile flooring and eerie growls kept the young boy moving instead of arguing further with Zachary. The glance behind him provided the update on his foster father, witnessing the man trip on the stairs, the sound echoing through the stairwell. The sound of mechanisms increased, reverberated as the creature gained knowledge of another presence in the stairs. The noises caused Preston's heart to skip a beat in terror of what could unfold. Being commanded to move faster did little to make the boy move; his foster father had tripped.
"NO! I AM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE BY YOURSELF!" Preston stated.
With the little bit of courage he possessed, Preston hurried down the stairs to help Zachary back to his feet. Seconds were passing, mechanisms increasing in volume as the creature made its appearance on the stairs. A giant dog-like creature now mutilated with various metal fragments replacing once soft fur. The teeth were long and sharp, poking outwards from the creature's lips. There were splotches of blood touching the mutant's body, the teeth and claws being stained with the substance. Shortly, it opened its mouth, tongue lulling out while it panted, a growl following while distance was closed. A loud bark left its mouth, causing Preston to tremble slightly at the creature that was advancing closer to them.
Zachary had tripped and in answer to him telling Preston to run faster, his son had told him no before coming down the stairs to help him back to his feet. He would gently try and push Preston up the stairs, The Terror was rushed at them, he manifested his wings as the Mutant leaped towards them. It always hurt when I manifest but this.... this takes the cake for pain. He tried shaking the Mutant off of him, out of frustration he tried shaking the Mutant off of him, the shaking caused some sparks to fly and the Mutant released him. He turned around, bloody wing, having been attacked by the Mutant only a few minutes prior. The Mutant leaped towards him again, on accident more sparks had come from his hands, shaking the Mutant but it still had its grip on his arm as they started falling down the stairs. Zachary struggled to free himself but the Mutant kept its grip on him, more rolling as he struggled for freedom but the Mutant just wouldn't release him.
It wasn't until they rolled to the first floor that they both smacked against the wall. It was at this time, Zachary was able to free himself from the Mutant's grip, the price being that he was currently the only one on the bottom floor with it. Slowly he rose to his feet, struggling to keep his balance since he had taken such a tumble down the stairs. His wing was injured, flying was out of the question. He wasn't sure if he held the strength to rush up the stairs to avoid being in the Mutant range. Before he had a chance to move, the Mutant had started running towards him again. He created light in his hand, attempting to blind this creature, finding a huge desire to be met with security.
Fear was becoming a distinct emotions for the horrifying situation as the hideous, dog-like creature hovered over Preston and his foster father. Everything appeared to pass slowly as the younger angel's heart rate increased immensely and a tremble entered his small body. There was a desire to protect Zachary considering the man's tremendous benevolence, but before the blond could assist, the older angel returned to his feet. A gentle push was provided, the adolescent backpedaling a step before turning around to hastily retreat a few steps. Glancing back revealed a new nightmare as the boy witnessed the mutant leap onto Zachary's back, thick claws digging into the man's wings. Tears began forming as Preston's eyes remained glued onto the scene, mental prayers being sent for it to stop. When the creature finally released his foster father, the blond slowly tried to descend the stairs towards him.
"ZAC!" He yelled while he attempted to return to assist his foster father.
Those emotions of horror gripped Preston, making his stomach churn from the gruesome scene and generating hesitation within his steps. Somebody needed to help Zachary, and without another individual it only left the blond angel. The adolescent's amber eyes glanced towards his foster father, tears blurring them as he watched the mutant leap again and more sparks being created. The struggle between the pair was agonizing to watch until the pair tipped down, rolling down the stairs. The flow of tears increased as Preston's eyes widened.
"NO!" A whimper left his throat afterwards, pace down the stairs increasing.
The blond angel hurried down the stairs, praying that his foster father was alive. In desperation, Preston glanced over the rail, noticing Zachary injured on the ground level and still defending himself against the vicious mutant. Tears continued falling from adolescent's face as horror-filled stress consumed him alongside intense worry over the kind angel who cared for him. If Zachary met his demise, Alice would no longer possess a father and both himself and his adoptive sister would lose a home. The descent down the stairs continued until something passed through the gape between the stairs. There was only a moment to look around, details blurred and heart rapidly beating. The boy's amber eyes spared another glance towards the bottom, noticing the mutant's absence. Relief transcended over him, steps hastening down the flight of stairs until he finally reached the bottom. Recklessly, the boy leaped out to attempt to wrap his arms around his foster father, tears still flowing heavy.
"I'm sorry! You weren't suppose to get hurt," he whimpered. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
The words were broken apart by sobs, the young boy remaining uncertain where the terror has disappeared to, although, he only cared about his injured foster father.
The clouds in the sky grew thicker, gathering and shortly releasing the rain they held in thin needles. Screams were prominent as the war began between the horde and the TRS, which kept the scouts busy tracking the horde's location. High above the ground, Desmond flew, his green eyes scrutinizing the ground below while sparing glances for possible aerial enemies. There was intense stress within the situation as the scout found his thoughts wandering, his eyes sparing glances towards the hospital. Consistently, he would fret over the physical condition of his crush and now the man he cherished was in a dangerous situation. Several loops were made, the nephilim avoiding the brunt of any fighting while he continued investigating for possible enemies. When the radio sparked to life, dread-filled Desmond's eyes as somebody mentioned the possibility of a mutant diverting from the group and wandering into Lorsette General Hospital.
Suddenly, circumstances changes with Desmond's heart beginning to beat rapidly while he changed course towards that direction. Somebody needed to flush the creature out of the hospital, and hastily the ginger volunteered despite the danger. Allowing his crush to possibly injured by the malicious mutant was UNACCEPTABLE! The nephilim's wings carried him speedily across the distance, the scout quickly providing the hunters below with a quick synapse of his plan before teleporting to the upper floor. There were concerns that the terror could have managed to weave its way through the stairwell, which meant heading downwards appeared to be a better course of action. The scout folded his grey wings as he teleported into the chaos of doctors, nurses and patients rushing through the hallways during the lockdown. Hastily, the nephilim managed to squeeze through the crowded hallway, drawing closer to the stairwell. He shoved through the door, his noise immediately notices the sounds of moving mechanisms accompanied by heavy thuds.
Quickly, Desmond rushed towards the edge of the stairs, his green eyes glancing down at the horror show below him. The scout's eyes widened as he realized Zachary was injured; the terror was attacking his crush. Without hesitation, the nephilim climbed the rail, steadying himself and balancing while he glanced below. Light poured through the stairway, a stunning tactic done by the attractive angel who was attempting to escape. With a deep breath, Desmond tipped over the rail into a dive, wings remaining steady at his sides while his hand reached forward. More extensive breaths were taken as the nephilim fell through the gap, arm extended with plans of touching the dog-like terror. Each second, the distance closed and Desmond fixated on the objective; teleport the creature out and allow the hunters to kill it. The ginger's wings twitched, opening as he fell closer to the ground floor. When his hand collided with the creature's back, there was a bright light as Desmond and the mutant teleported out of the building.
The rain was falling heavier when Desmond returned to the outside world, the nephilim pulling up into the sky. The mutant growled beneath him while the scout searched for the hunters; where had they gone? Before he could complete his survey of the area, pain erupted through the ginger's right wing, blood dripping down from wing as Desmond screamed from the pain. Immediately, his body was falling, the nephilim finally noticing one of the hunter dead while the other struggled with an Assembly member. Backup was being called, but Desmond wondered if they would arrive in time while he was thrown to the ground. The pain was unbearable, the nephilim slowly attempting to rise, his eyes slowly searching and noticing the mutant hover above. A swear escaped Desmond's mouth, the scout being forced into teleporting to avoid the enormous claws of the terror. The white light was momentary, the nephilim wobbling as he landed on his feet, somewhat dazed from the pain.
His green eyes wandered to his damaged wing, noticing the immense damage it had taken; there was no possible way he could fly. Gradually, Desmond's eyes returned to the mutant as it rushed him. There was a menacing appearance on the creature's as it realized its new prey could no longer flee from the scene. The ginger was exhausted from teleporting and freshly injured, making Desmond flinch in realization. When the terror approached, the scout attempted to dive out of reach, only to sharp teeth puncture his left leg. The nephilim fell to the ground, immediately kicking out towards the terror in a desperate attempt to force the dog-like mutant to release him. The forceful kicks forced the terror to release, leaving several deep puncture wounds beneath Desmond's pants. Slowly, he returned to his feet, attempting to create some distance between himself and the mutant. Pain flared in his wounded leg, the nephilim trying to remain steady and avoid the vicious creature gaining on him.
Zachary had to protect Preston at all costs, there was no way in hell that Mutant was going to get his son. Not while he was still here. He heard Preston yelling his name but it wouldn't stop him from protecting his son. Everything else had become a blur, preparing to get attacked by the Mutant that was advancing towards him. It had all happened so fast but, he had seen him. Desmond had come from above, touching the Mutant. "DESMOND!" They had teleported and he was left on the ground floor alone. Footsteps could be heard and he turned to see that Preston was running down the stairs before wrapping his arms around him. Zachary pat Preston on his head, "It's okay. Your safe. That is all that matters." He answered, thoughts were screaming at him. DESMOND, I HAVE TO GET TO HIM RIGHT NOW. He pat Preston on the back. "Let's go back to your mother, she'll be worried about you." It took a lot of effort to remain calm, the faster that he could find somebody that could teleport him out of here, the faster he could help Desmond.
Trying to walk up the stairs proved to be rather difficult. "I'm going to take the elevator." He exited the stairwell, noticing that Preston joined him and went to the elevator. Once inside he leaned against the wall, trying to heal himself. He could feel the phantom pain, having reason to believe that Desmond was being attacked. Once they reached the designated floor, he exited with Preston and went into the room to see Preston's mother. "You stay here." He told Preston, planning on exiting the room. He moved to the nurse station and called for security, having them meet him upstairs. "I need to get outside, can any of you teleport?" He asked, wanting to get outside as soon as possible. After hesitation, one volunteered to teleport him outside. Once the circle had been created, the security guard teleported him outside. Desmond! Where are you? He thought to himself rounding a corner he found Desmond on the ground. He could hear laughter and he noticed his ex was fighting a hunter. He moved towards Desmond, planning on helping him up but when Desmond got to his feet his ex had shouted at him.
"Oh Zachary, long time no see!" She held a gun in her hand, having been the one to shoot Desmond down. The radio went off, proving that the security guard had already teleported back into the hospital. "I can hear you perfectly, thanks." First he wanted to get Desmond to safety, second avoid his ex at all costs. The Mutant was advancing towards his crush, he rushed between them, feeling the Mutant bite the same arm as it had prior. More electricity came out of his hands, formed from the static build up in his hands due to stress. He forced his wing to move so that he could smack it against the Mutant that was currently chewing on his arm. Thankfully after a few minutes more TRS hunters showed up to fight the Mutant. "Aww Zachary, who is this?" The voice had come from behind him, he felt something slash across his side before it was pulled away. He turned to see his ex held a dagger in her hand, but his healing wasn't kicking in, leaving him to believe that she must have cursed the dagger before cutting him with it. Coming outside was a death wish, but I couldn't just leave Desmond out here all alone.... No. I refuse to let him get hurt anymore. His ex pointed the gun towards Desmond.
"I asked you a question Zachary." She was clearly interested in the answer, Zachary didn't mind anybody good knowing about his feelings towards Desmond, but if there was a slight chance Desmond could be hurt by him admitting his feelings, he wasn't about to admit that in front of her. "Family." He rushed towards his ex, titling the gun in the air, shortly it fired. "Don't point your gun at him ever again!" It didn't matter that she was AP, she threatened his crush. He wasn't going to let her shoot at his crush. He yanked the gun out of her hand just as she slashed at his side again, getting him in exactly the same spot as prior. "Let's not fight Zachary, it won't be healthy for Alice." She held a smile on her face, clearly enjoying this. "Who said anything about fighting? I'm just stalling." He stepped back so that he could be closer to Desmond. "Now." He answered in the radio. A second later the security guard was outside of the hospital, creating a circle before touching Zachary and Desmond, teleporting them back inside. Once inside he would hand the security guard the radio and gun before moving to the wall to lean against it to try and support himself, having a hand clenched against his side as blood slowly seeped through his dress shirt.
With arms wrapped around his foster father, Preston burying his face into his chest. Tears continued to leak from the boy's amber eyes as he clung to Zachary with apologies transforming into congested slurs from sobbing. The adolescent felt horrible for his disobedience, his intense requirement to assist matters only worsening the situation immensely. His foster father was injured from protecting him, which made the young angel feel horrible for causing the wounds to befall Zachary. There was a feeling of failure for Preston, the adolescent feeling as though he failed his foster father; he could not protect somebody he cared about. Even as the comforting words reached Preston's ears, he continued clinging to the older angel, crying. The gentle manner that Zachary consoled the blond was soothing, the patting gradually calming him.
Slowly, the adolescent pulled away, hands reaching up to rub away the slick tears covering his puffy, red cheeks. There was a shakiness to his breath, sniffles coming from the young angel as he attempted to find composure. At the mentioning of returning to his mother, Preston lifted his head and gently nodded. Admittedly, the young boy wanted his mother after the traumatic incident that occurred inside the staircase. At the mentioning of taking the elevator, Preston was quick to follow since the stairwell had taken an eerie appearance to it. There were hints of blood, scratches and various other signs that proved a terror had managed to enter the facility. During the walk to the elevator, Preston remained close to Zachary, fear still lingering from the encounter. Once at the proper floor, Preston exited the elevator with his foster father, following him to the room where his mother was.
When the blond entered the room, his amber eyes noticed his distraught mother who was conversing with the nurse about finding him. After a few moments, Amanda's eyes wandered and found her son in the threshold of the door. Relief filled her eyes as she continued to stare at her adolescent son.
"PRESTON! Come here," Amanda said before coughing.
There was a moment of hesitation to listen to his foster father's words, a nod being the response. Afterwards, Preston hastily ran towards his mother's bedside. Her feeble hand reached to squeeze his hand, eyes remaining locked on her son with worry touching her countenance. While Preston wanted to stay in the hospital with his mother, the blond knew the inevitable would arrive. Slowly, he leaning closer to the bed, hugging Amanda and feeling her skinny arms wrap around him. There would be no moving until the time arrived to leave.
Injured, Desmond continued running with each step surging immense pain from the puncture wounds in his leg. His wing was ruined, sporting a nasty and large bullet wound. It appeared unnatural, suggesting the possibility of magic interferance. Blood dribbled from it, staining his feathers with ugly red, making them stick together unpleasantly. The terror continued chasing him, the nephilim being forced to rely on his inferior running abilities. His wings closed, the damaged one twitching in pain as he pressed it against his back. There was a shout which earned Desmond's attention, his green eyes widened as he heard the name and saw the familiar face of Zachary. The man he cared about most had left the safety of the hospital. Unfortunately, the nephilim was forced continue running instead of fixating on his crush, pain continuing to errupt in his leg.
Suddenly, there was a phantom pain that caused Desmond to glance behind him, noticing the mutant has bit down onto Zachary's arm. The nephilim's eyes widened as he slowed down, nearly losing balance from the injury. There was a palpitation in Desmond's heart as he began to fret over his crush who seemed determined to protect him. There was static, electricity coming from Zachary's hands, one of the attractive angel's wings smacking into the creature. The nephilim was about to turn back to assist, but the settling unsteadiness of his injured ankle and fast turn sent him plummeting back to the ground. While he was on the ground, the ginger witnessed her lurking, the Assembly member closing in on his crush while the mutant was pulled away.
"ZAC, LOOK OUT!" He shouted, attempting to rise from the muddy ground.
The nephilim was filthy, grass, blood and mud covering his once pristine uniform. Wobbly, he managed to his feet, flinching from the phantom pain erupting in his side. Slowly, his eyes gazed towards the dagger that was freshly slickened with blood and the fresh wound in Zachary's side. With a glare settling across his countenance, Desmond rushed forward until to be halted by the barrel of the gun. The scout flinched, feeling helplessness consume him as the weapon continued being aimed towards him. When Zachary spoke, running towards the Assembly woman, there was solace. The gun's barrel was knocked away, sound erupting into the air as the trigger was pulled and another momentary fight between Zachary and his ex-girlfriend began, phantom pain touching the nephilim's side again. The words coming from the woman's mouth made Desmond flinch. When Zachary stepped back beside him, the ginger glanced at his crush with a worried expression, the arrival of the security guard failing to cease his concerns.
They were teleported into the hospital, Desmond placing a hand against the wall to lesson the weight on his wounded leg. The damage was worse than expected, the mutant's sharp teeth tearing through plenty of flesh. There were gashes accompanying the puncture wounds from the various wild kicks that had granted the nephilim his freedom. Slowly, his eyes returned to Zachary, watching his crush lean against the wall as red tainted the brisk whiteness of his dress shirt. The ginger's green eyes widened at the sight, heart palpitating with worry as phantom pain burned into his side.
"ZAC!" He shouted, concern touching his words.
Hastily, he pushed away from the wall with movements too quick and careless towards his own injuries. He fell quick as pain jolted through his leg, resulting in him slamming towards the hard tiles and flinching. The pains were nearly unbearable, the nephilim being thankful that the injures were not similar to the gash he received from a Razor years ago. Slowly, Desmond gazed at his crush from the floor, concern consuming his expression.
"Why?! Zac, you were supposed to stay inside, you weren't supposed to get hurt," he responded, distress touching his voice.
There was blood dirtying the floor, alongside the mud the unfortunate ginger had dragged in. Gradually, he managed back to his feet, limping towards his crush with concern in his countenance.
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