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Natasha dimmed the room, giving her more space to move around. Her wicked laugh echoed off of the walls. She heard Charley and the team arrive, the drowing sound of someone being propelled by the barrier rang through the room. She watched as Charley intervened. Natasha flew at the barrier, enough to startle them. She gave a vicious hiss, her once green eyes now pure black and her black wings flared. Natasha turned to Rhaymis, one of the vectors picking him up by the back of his neck. "Did you spare the angels you caught?" She asked. Not waiting for an answer. "No." She answered for him, throwing him at the wall furthest away. Natasha quickly advanced, picking him up again. "You found our weakness, and to make it fair, I can only give an equal trade." Natasha whispered after her vectors held his arms and legs, retraining him, pulling him close. "Like a child does to a spider. Ill pick you, limb by limp." She said, his left arm suddenly falling away from his body. "I do not show mercy to those who have shown none themselves, and I never forgive." Natasha growled. "How precious are your wings?" She tainted, before the left one was slided by an invisible force, it landing on the floor with a heavy thud. Natasha even smiled, watching him suffer. "It's a shame for you to go to waste." Natasha said, both of his legs separating from his body and falling to the floor to join the others. "I was going to end it quickly.. But.. I've changed my mind." She told him, her vectors dropping him on the floor, Natasha sat as she watched him slowly and agonisingly bleed out. All the while her barrier still in place, the room still dark with only a spotlight on Rhaymis.

The others jumped back in surprise as Natasha flew up to the barrier, hissing at them. Charley and the others then looked on. Cynthia felt as if she was about to throw up, and John had to look away. Benson shook his head, not at Natasha's actions, but Rhaymis's treachery. Charley wathed on with an unreadable expression. Serves the old traitor right, he thought. It was justice, not murder. "How can you just look at that and not be disgusted?" Cynthia asked Charley. "I've seen it done plenty when I was younger," said Charley. "Did she really just do that, though?" asked Cynthia. "Yes...yes she did," said Benson. Charley turned to look at them with a smile. "Sexy, isn't she?" he asked, before looking back at the dying Rhaymis. "Honestly, what do you see in her, Charley?" asked Cynthia. "A young woman with potential who's trying to find her way in life," said Charley, shrugging. He turned to her. "What do you see?" he asked. "A selfish killer who abandons even her own teammates," said Cynthia, rolling her neck. "You're wrong, and I wish you would stop making her look like she's the bad guy here," said Charley. "Look what she's done! She's not even a full adult, Charley! She's only eighteen, a teenager," said Cynthia. "So what?" asked Charley. "I'm young," he said. "You're twenty years old, a man, not a boy," said Cynthia. "And she's a young woman with skills, your point is?" asked Charley. "My point is, you can do better than her!" snapped Cynthia, folding her arms. Benson and John were silent as the two argued. John yelped as a piece of burning ceiling hit the ground five feet away, sending sparks in the air. "Can we discuss this outside?" he asked. "No, we'll do it now," snapped Charley. "What's your problem with her? All she needs is a little guidance and I can give it to her," he said. "What she needs is months in cell," said Cynthia. Charley growled, his eyes turning jet black. "You don't even know what she's been through, how can you just judge her?" he asked, angered. "Anyone can take one look at her and say she's bad news. Get involved with her if you want to, and she'll tear you down," said Cynthia. Charley glared at Cynthia. Cynthia gasped at his expression. "Oh my God...you didn't," she said. The darkness disappeared in Charley's eyes. "You and her? Really, Charley?" asked Cynthia.

"What do you care?" asked Charley. "I care about your life and also the life of the other angels of the world...that are pure, but you fooling around with her will only make things worse," snapped Cynthia. "Come on, John, let's go find the others," said Cynthia, grabbing John by the arm and pulling him away. The two Snow Angels flew down the hallway, dodging more fiery debris. Charley wanted to lash out, but he remembered to check his anger. He had control. He looked at Benson. "How did she know?" asked Charley. Benson shrugged. "Don't look at me, I did nothing wrong. She's a woman, meaning she can tell," he said. Charley shook his head and faced the barrier. "Can we go now?" asked Benson. "All of us are getting out, which means she's coming with us," said Charley, pointing at Natasha. He put both his hands up on the barrier. They glowed with dark magic. Charley closed his eyes as his mind became linked with a dark strand, which worked its way through the barrier and over to Natasha. It slipped into her head and Charley said, Natasha, whatever Cynthia said, don't let it slip into your mind. Don't care about the bad things people say about you. You are your own person. I can sense the anger inside you, the wrath you want to release onto the world, but don't. Rhaymis deserved it, but let it reside. You may not think others care, but I do. Last night was only a piece of my love for you. Please, don't let the magic control you. You don't want it. I lost my mother to the dark magic. It took over her within anger and changed her. She became a Dark Angel of devastation and nearly destroyed the lives around her. The only thing that brought her crashing onto the battlements was the injury of her soulmate......and her little baby boy being thrown off a cliff with his wings locked and frozen, unable to flap. When she saved me, it took every ounce of her power to heal my dad and my wings, but it took her life, drafting her into a big illness. Don't be the villian, Natasha.......be the hero. Rhaymis's death proves you have what it takes to change.

Disengaging from her mind, Charley opened his eyes as his hands returned to normal. "Open the barrier, Natasha, and let's get out through the window.

Natasha watched as Rhaymis died. She felt nothing. Not one emotion. Just empty. She heard Cynthia speaking, and turned her head to watch her, her eyes trained to the angel. She looked to Charley also, when he tried to defend her. Then back to Cynthia. Natasha hummed quietly, pulling her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms around her legs as she kept her head down. Her large black wings wrapped around her body, hiding her away from the world. She flinched to attention when she heard Charley in her head, she closed her eyes tightly, her wings staying in their position as she thought on what he said. Both sides of her consciousness fought against each other. Natasha suddenly flared her wings, the barrier shattering. She stood up, walking past Charley and the others, her vectors pushing them aside. She headed in the direction she saw Cynthia go. She stayed hidden of course, she wanted to observe her target before striking. It was key to a predator. Natasha's now green eyes studied the female angel, almost laughing at the pathetic excuse of a woman she saw before her. Natasha watched her, one of her vectors grabbing her by the throat, lifting her up, the other retraining the man. She had two vectors free. "It's not wise to speak so poorly of me." Natasha told her, looking up to her. "I could kill you right now, and no one will know." She told her. "Or maybe Ill kill your father in your place, and make you watch." Natasha considered. "So many choices." She taunted. "Maybe I'll kill your father, make you watch.. Then kill you after.. Slow and painfully like you just witnessed." Natasha, one of her free vectors carefully pulled at her arms and legs, enough so she could feel it. "First your wings.." Natasha said, something tugging slightly at her wings. "Then your legs." The same happened. "And then your arms." She told her. Natasha watched her quietly.

Charley let out a sigh of relief when the barrier shattered. Natasha strode by him, heading down the hall. "Uh, what's she doing?" asked Benson. Charley watched as Natasha caught up to Cynthia and John. "Natasha, wait!" shouted Charley. He and Benson flew down to them. Suddenly, a large piece of burning ceiling fell from above, falling toward Natasha, Cynthia, and John. Charley acted quickly, zapping and disintegrating the lare piece with his dark magic before it hit them. "Nice save," said Benson. Charley nodded and walked up to Natasha. He looked up at the frightened Cynthia. "Now, didn't I tell you if you cross Natasha, you'll pay for it?" asked Charley. "Y-Yes.....yes, and I'm sorry," said Cynthia. "They know you're sorry, now apologize!" snapped John. Charley looked from John to Cynthia. "I apologize, Natasha," said Cynthia, shaking from the vector that held her. "We don't need you telling your father about this, do we?" asked Charley. "No...no, he doesn't have to know," said Cynthia. "And he doesn't need to," said Charley. "Right," said Cynthia. "Good, hopefully this won't happen again," he said. Benson yelped as yet another large piece of burning ceiling hit the floor. "Please, can we go?" he asked. "This place is coming down and the guards are long gone," said Benson. "You're right," said Charley. His eyes illuminated with dark aura. "Promise you'll keep your opinions to yourself," he demanded Cynthia. "I promise," sobbed Cynthia. "Yeah, she promises," said John. Charley nodded and glanced at Natasha. "Natasha, I think she's had enough. Let her go.....gently," said Charley, implying the last part for Natasha to drop Cynthia hard, not enough to kill or knock her out, but enough to know they meant business.

Natasha glanced to Charley, to Benson then to Cynthia. She let John go, he was still on the ground so luckily she did him no harm. She watched Cynthia, narrowing her eyes at the apology. She looked to Charley when he told her to put her down gently. "I don't forgive." She told them, dropping her from where she had held her, not so far from the ground that the impact killed her, but enough so it hurt. Next, Natasha turned on Charley. She was oblivious to the falling debris of the building. "Why do you always interrupt? Why do you never let me do what I want? I am not yours. I am not yours to stop." Natasha told him harshly, before flying out of the building. She made it seem as though she flew off, but in actual fact the other consciousness snapped back. Natasha landed on the roof, holding up the building with her vectors. Not much testing had been done on an angel like her.. Well, testing that ever made it outside of the lab. But it was fact that she couldn't use her vectors when in pain. It was something about them that just switched off when the host was hurt. That was why she always needed first strike capability in order for her to get the best chance of winning a fight. She waited until they were all out before flying off again, the building collapsing from the inside out. Natasha didn't know where she was going. She didn't know where to go.

Helvetica was shocked. Cornelius had a mother? "I didn't know you had a parent that was still alive," said Helvetica. "Yep," said Cornelius, with Karen kissing her son on the cheeks and forehead. She missed him dearly. Helvetica looked at Benjamin. "Makes me wish my mom was here," he said. Helvetica nodded and walked over to Corey. "Are you the leader?" asked Helvetica. "No, Miss Windsor, that would be Leader Storm," said Corey. "Charley came with you? Where is he?" asked Benjamin. "He's at the facility trying to do what he can to end this mess," said Sarone. "Wow, your dad's a brave angel," said Helvetica. "What? Charley isn't a father. He doesn't have kids," said Jovita. "Then how do you explain Charley being so nice to me and actually flying out here to save me?" asked Benjamin. "He did it because 'The Archs' went missing on their way to find you," said Corey. Helvetica gasped. "How? What happened to them?" she asked. "They were ambushed by Angel Poachers and their Bullet Hounds," said Karen. Cornelius looked at her. "You mean those ugly and savage horse-sized mutts? I hope they died in the fire Helvetica left," said Cornelius. "Wait, so who is my dad?" asked Benjamin. "Your last name is Atwaters, so Ricardo is your biological father and he's been angel-knapped," said Sarone. "Whoa, major surprise," said Helvetica. She walked up to the entrance of the cave and searched through the dead Angel Poachers' pockets. "What are you doing?" asked Jovita. "Looking for an address to their second facility. I bet the next facility is heavily guarded with 'The Archs' inside," said Helvetica. "First we need to regroup with Charley, Natasha, Benson, and Cynthia," said Corey. Helvetica giggled and pulled out a card. "Information we need," she said, reading the card. "Where are they located?" asked Karen. "Twenty miles from here, and that's a forty-minute flight," said Helvetica. "Good, let's go to Charley," said Sarone. The angels each left the cave and took to the sky.

"I do it to protect those that are innocent, Natasha!" Charley shouted after Natasha, watching her fly out of the facility. Charley turned to Benson. "Women," groaned Charley. Benson nodded with a chuckle. Benson helped Cynthia to her feet. "She's mad at you," said Cynthia. "Yeah, I can see that, Captain Obvious, thank you," snapped Charley. He flew out of the facility with Benson, John, and Cynthia. They watched as the whole structure came down, burning in flames upon the ground. The building exploded, shaking the ground and sending fiery debris flying at the angels. Benson acted fast, hollering and sending a whirlwind at the debris. The burning debris flew the other way. "Good job," said Charley. "Thanks," said Benson. Charley looked around and caught sight of Natasha flying off. "You're gonna let her go?" asked Benson. "I don't own her, she's free to do as she pleases, as long as she's not committing an ultimate crime," said Charley. "Leader Storm!" shouted a voice from behind. Charley and the others turned to see Corey, Sarone, Karen, and Jovita flying toward them. With them were three other younger angels. One was a fifteen year old Dark Angel male with pale skin, brown eyes, and a shock of dark hair on his head. The other boy was obviously Benjamin, a sight that relieved Charley. The last was a girl, fourteen with light skin, light brown eyes, long, shiny grayish-white hair, and red wings. The sight of her wings surprised Charley, but he knew she was Helvetica. When they reached them, Charley shook Benjamin and the other angel boy's hands. "Thank God you're alive," said Charley. He then looked at Helvetica. "Miss Windsor, it's an honor to have you safe in our hands," he said. "The honors all mine," said Helvetica, shaking Charley's hand. Charley looked at Benjamin. "Ben," he said. "I know, Ricardo's my real dad and he's been angel-knapped....let's go find him and 'The Archs' and bring them back alive," said Benjamin. Helvetica handed Charley a card. Charley read it, nodded, and smirked.

''Could you...ha...please stop...hng...following me?'' Sem panted, he had great difficulty talking and running at the same time. Next to him Noel was flying calmly without any problems involving fatigue or myalgia. The snow Angel thought for a moment before he blunty replied. ''No.'' Sem stopped running and sank to his knees gasping for breath. Noel landed next to him with a soft thub and patiently waited for Sem to regain his breath. ''Why are ....ha...so annoying,'' The boy swallowed. ''Why...do you keep... following me?'' Noel started to use his fingers to count. ''One: I still don't know your name. Two: I am also curious what happened and three: I am bored to death.'' Sem looked up and shot Noel an half-hearted glare. ''Number three is a stupid reason.'' The snow Angel hummed but further kept quiet. The young Angel Poacher stood up with shaking legs and said. ''I am Sem Valancourt. And you don't have to follow me, you can take a look there yourself if you so desperately want.'' He knew that if the men saw him together with this Angel both he and Noel could get in trouble. He, for not capturing or killing the Angel and Noel just for being an Angel. 

''No, It's way more interesting going there with you.'' Noel said and pulled on Sem's arm. ''Come on....eh..whatever your name was...we don't have all day.'' Sem dug his heels into the ground and refused to move. '' No way! You can go there on your own... And I just said my name is Sem!'' When the boy did not budge, Noel sighed and flapped his wings, slowly ascending into the air. Sem's eyes widened when he felt his feet being lifted off the ground and Noel putting a hand under his other arm. The angel poacher started to kick his legs and yell. ''H-Hey, put me down, please!'' It sounded more as a plead than as a command.

''Stop struggling or else you will fall..geez, you are heavy!'' Noel took a better hold of Sem and started flying towards their shared destination. '' It will be quicker this way.''  The snow Angel claimed and looked down at the struggling boy. '' What kind of Angel are you?'' Noel smirked. ''A very curious snow Angel.''

Natasha flew into the forest, landing in tears. It was the first time she ha cried since she was a child. Her head hurt and she couldn't walk straight. She fell to her knees, holding her head. She sobbed, grinning her red hair on two fists. "Get out of my head!" She cried, closing her eyes tightly. In actual fact, there was two sides to Natasha. Who she had grew up to be. The person who had fallen for Charley. And then there was the darker, much more evil side. This is who Natasha was. A consciousness constantly fighting to be in control. She hated the idea of being with a significant other, hence the reason for the sudden smashes when she and Charley were together one night. She also never spares anyone. Cynthia was an exception. This Natasha wanted to be feared, something she and the new Natasha have in common. People would think twice around you. Natasha's two sides of her consciousness faught for control. Suddenly, all the trees and plant life within a 15 metre radius had a explosion effect until there was just a burnt circle with Natadha laying on her side in the middle. The pressure on her brain had made her loose consciousness and now she was laying limply with a wing laying limply over her body.

The Alpha team was flying off to set up camp. They landed by the cave, setting up the camp in five minutes. Helvetica, Cornelius, and Benjamin were sitting on a log talking to one another. Cynthia and John were fetching water from the river. Charley was surprised to learn that twenty something looking Karen was actually in her late thirties and was the mother of Cornelius. Charley was busy lighting a fire. For some reason, something so easy became the hardest thing to do. Charley began to growl as he couldn't light the fire. He threw the sticks down in anger. Benson noticed it. He picked up the sticks, lighting the fire himself. He then looked at Charley, who sucked his teeth. "Okay, Charley, what's wrong?" asked Benson. Charley reluctantly glanced at Benson. "I can't get her out of my head," said Charley. "Natasha?" asked Benson. Charley nodded. "It's like I'm feeling distress, from the both of us," said Charley. "Distress how?" asked Benson. Charley was about to answer when he grunted in pain, grasping his head. The very ground beneath them shook suddenly. "Whoa, what's the matter?" asked Corey. "Ah! It's a distress signal we Dark Angels get when someone close to us is hurt," said Charley. "I can sense it," said Cornelius. "Me too, but why aren't we feeling the pain you are?" asked Karen. Charley's eyes widened in horror. "Natasha," he whispered. He stood up and looked around, his wings twitching like signal readers. Charley's eyes turned jet black. His wings spread and he launched himself into the air. "Charley, you know where she is?" asked Benson. Charley ignored Benson, speeding off like a falcon. He looked around, searching for a sign. When he saw it, Charley immediately dove down. A large crator was present within the forest. Charley landed and gasped. Natasha was lying still, limp on her side. "No," he whispered. He rushed to her side, feeling for a pulse. The pulse was faint but there. "Natasha! Natasha, don't you quit on me!" shouted Charley. He shook Natasha. He then pushed down on her chest, trying to get air through her system. He even administered mouth-to-mouth. "Natasha, wake up," said Charley. As he was reviving her, a great growl erupted from behind him. Charley turned slowly and looked on in horror. A Bullet Hound was watching him, salivating at the mouth. A second and third one appeared on Charley's right. Another appeared on his left. Charley almost jumped as three more appeared in the front. With dread he realized he and Natasha were cornered and trapped. The Bullet Hounds had escaped. Charley couldn't reach for his weapons in time. The Bullet Hounds were advancing from prowls, to walks, to trots. Charley's heart raced. If flew off, they'd grab Natasha. If he flew off with her, they'd jump high and catch them. If he pulled out his guns, the bullets would only leave small scratches upon the Bullet Hounds' bodies. The blades wouldn't even go through. Charley had only one thing left: access a hidden move that could paralyze him, but save Natasha and him from certain death. Charley laid over Natasha with tears in his jet black eyes. Dark magic surrounded the both of them. Charley felt as if his wings would tear off as he hollered in agony. A large black bubble surrounded the two, with the Bullet Hounds lunging in fast. Charley screamed as the bubble shook violently and, in a two seconds, teleported Charley and Natasha out of the forest, dodging death from the Bullet Hounds. A minute later, Charley and Natasha appeared inside an ice cave, with the teleportation action scarring the ice cave walls. Charley and Natasha were safe, and Charley felt Natasha breathing normally. But Charley felt weak and suddenly blacked out. The last thing he saw was a large man appearing before them, disguised in a mask, but Charley saw the dark wings upon the man's back. He then fainted.

CHAPTER TWO

Natasha was unaware of what was happening around her, she could only hear a distant echo of the outside world. Her brain faught with itself, both parts screaming at each other. "You need me!" Her past self declared. "Without me you'll be killed! You don't need Charley! You don't need anyone!" She told her, but who she had become was fighting back. "You don't want to be her! If you're me, then you get to love Charley. You might even get a family. Natasha, you get the stability you always wanted." She spoke, Natasha in reality groaning and stirring slightly. "You don't want any of that! We can travel the world, killing everyone who did you wrong. We can take revenge on the humans. We can find your parents! Me and you!" Her past self said. "Don't lie, Natasha. You liked the feeling of the fear from the humans, from Rhaymis. You liked to play with his fear. You liked to see him suffer." She told her, Natasha groaning slightly, the better side was much calmer. "Natasha, you're not just doing this for yourself. Think of Charley. What happens to him huh?" She asked. "You can't let her win. You have to make sure he's never on his own." She soothed. Nataja was won over, but se had a strong feeling her past consciousness would be back. Natasha opened her eyes slightly, blinking them a few times before sitting up, holding her head. There was a dull ache as her past self backed down and was put to the back of her mind. Natasha saw Charley and smiled softly, running her fingertips against his cheek. She hadnt yet seen the man. She continued to watch Charley, she kissed his forehead softly, brushing her thumb over his forehead.

Sem stared at the mess in front of him before turning away as he felt vomit rising up his throat.He could not stand seeing things like this.The snow Angel did not even bat an eyelash and poked someone's leg with his foot while smirking.''My, my, what a mess they made.Angels Poachers AND Angels.... all completely gone!'' It sounded as if he was full of admiration.

Sem, still with his back turned to the mess asked.''What happened here?''Noel looked around.''Hmmm.''He twirled a strand of his hair between his fingers and tilted his head.''Looks like the work of Bullet hounds'.... and other things.''Sem turned around and immediately regretted it.''What are bullet hounds?''The blonde raised an eyebrow.''Aren't you suppose to know things like that?''The young Angel poacher shook his head and said.''To be honest I had no idea what was actually going on there.''Noel's eyes wide before he regained his composture and crossed his arms, leaning back on on one foot.

He glanced sideways and saw the taller boy blushing, plucking his shirt in embarrassment.And that was suppose to be a dangerous Angel Poacher?The boy was nothing more than a naive and meek kid who could not stand insults and massacres.Though, Noel was younger than him, he felt like the oldest and wisest of the two of them.

''You stay here, I'll go check your HQ.''The Angel said stretching his wings, ready to take off.Sem pointed into the direction he thought their hideout was located.''I think about there but-...''Noel was already gone and Sem shouted after him.''You can't just go there, you're an Angel!! And darn it.... you can't just leave me here!'' The Angel was only a tiny dot in the distance and Sem sighed loudly.''....Not here with all those s-scaterred limbs.''

After a few moments Noel popped up behind him scaring Sem, causing him to jump up and point his gun at the Angel's face.Noel rolled his eyes and slapped the gun out of Sem trembling hands.''H-Hey!?''Sem's eyes followed the falling gun, he bend down to pick up just as Noel spoke.''It's gone.''The angel poacher's light brown eyes widened and he halted his movements.''What do you mean with' it's gone'?'' 

Noel blew some dust from his white shirt and aswered heedless.''It is burned down to the ground. Meaning it's gone.''Sem looked at him as if he was spouting nonsense.Then his eyes narrowed and he picked up the gun.''You're so mad you going shoot me now?''Noel inched closer untill he was just infront of Sem.He streched out a slim finger and poked the boy's forehead with a smile adorning his elegant face.Poke,poke,poke,poke,slap!Sem had swatted his hand away and looked the shorter boy in his eyes.He stared for a while before turning around,looking up at the sky.''Don't be rediculous.''

''What you're going to do little Angel Poacher? Cry,scream and hide? Or fight and seek revenge?'' The word were cruel but his tone was not.He waited patiently for an answer but he received none.''That place was your home, wasn't it? Where you're going now? ''Sem stared at the darking sky, a tear slid down his cheek.''I don't know...I don't know.''

Noel tapped with his right foot against the leg that he had poked earlier.Perhaps the boy would flee and seek refugee somewhere save or maybe he would go nuts and go all psyco on any living creature.He waited for Sem to continue speaking, for him to burst out in anger, for him to beg Noel to not leave his side now he was all alone.Yet, Sem not did not move an inch and said nothing.

''You know, I would love to take you with me to the 'The Archs' and give you a place to stay but they would probably kill you in an instant.''Finally the taller boy turned around, his face dead serious.''You are absolutely horrible at cheering somebody up.''Noel laughed softly.''That was never my intention.''

''Cruel Angel.''

''Weak human.''

''let's go?''

let's go.''

Charley's body trembled. He knew not why, but found out as he came to. He was in the ice cave with Natasha. He felt touch his cheeks. Her hands warmed his face, making him tingle. Natasha kissed his forehead, making him smile. He felt something different about her. Charley rested the palm of his right hand against the left side of her face. "Hey," he said. She seemed very different, like she was at peace with herself. Charley wanted to remain off his feet, but he knew he was going to have to walk. If he stayed down, he and his wings would freeze. Whether he knew it or not, with him lying on top of Natasha, they were keeping each other warm. Charley grunted as he got up, slowly. He then remembered the man. Charley gasped and turned around, whipping out his guns and aiming them quickly at the man. The disguised man stood near the wall to a tunnel that led into the ice cave. His wings were folded upon his back. He was also holding a metal staff. "So what, you were just going to stand there and watch us freeze to death?" asked Charley, focused on the man. "I knew by the way you entered this cave that you had what it took to stay warm and survive," replied the man, his voice deeper than Charley's. He seemed taller than Charley as well. Amazingly, the man was seven-feet tall with no slouch. He had broad shoulders under the warm fur coat he wore. He had on cloth gloves and snow boots. "Who are you and what do you want?" asked Charley. "I was about to ask you the same question, young man," said the older angel. Not an ounce of skin was shown, so covered up by the older angels' clothes. Charley wondered who this strange angel was. He then observed the damage he did on arrival. "Ah, I see you noticed your entry," said the older angel. He pointed to the cave wall. "Your teleportation is deadly, and it could've killed you, Dark Angel," said the older angel. "In fact...it could've taken down the entire cave," he said. Charley looked from the walls to the angel. "You mind putting down the guns?" asked the older angel. "Not until you tell me who you are and what you want," said Charley.

"This is my home, young man. You arrived unwelcome," snapped the older angel. Charley couldn't tell the color of the older angel's wings. "I did it to save the both of us from a pack of Bullet Hounds," said Charley. "Ah, to save you and this young woman was a brave and costly thing to do, young Dark Angel," said the older angel. "Bullet Hounds are deadly, fast, and superb jumpers," he said. He turned his head to look at Natasha. "You two are a little young to be on your own, aren't you?" asked the older angel, looking at Charley. "I'm twenty, she's eighteen, we're practically adults," said Charley. "You are adolescent angels who need guidance," said the older angel. "You are both Dark Angels, meaning I'm finally in the company of kin folk," said the older angel. Charley was about to ask him what he meant when the older angel spread his wings, stepping into the light to reveal the black feathering. He was a Dark Angel. Charley was shocked. "What's a Dark Angel doing out in the cold where the Snow Angels are supposed to be?" asked Charley. "Because they took me in," said the older Dark Angel, folding his wings. "This is there cave, but they just happen to let me stay here instead of their underground ice tunnels," said the older Dark Angel. Charley lowered his guns, putting them away but keeping his right hand on the handle of the right gun at his waist. Suddenly, a group of warmly dressed Snow Angels appeared from behind the older Dark Angel. "What do we have here, intruders?" asked one, obviously the leader. "No, they teleported here," said the older Dark Angel. The Snow Angel that spoke looked at Charley and Natasha. His eyes widened as he saw her. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" asked the Snow Angel, with two others laughing. "Easy boys," said the older Dark Angel. Charley growled, ready to whip out the gun. "Who are you, strangers?" asked the Snow Angel leader. "I'm Charley Storm, leader of 'The Archs'," he said.

Helvetica's head whipped up as she heard Charley and Benson talking. She could feel the anger and confusion inside of Charley. Helvetica then felt the small quake everyone else felt. Charley immediately left the camp, flying off in a hurry. "Who's Natasha again?" asked Helvetica. "I'd say she's his girlfriend," said Cornelius. "It's complicated," said Benson. Helvetica sensed that something was wrong. She instantly flew off, picking up the set of the dead Angel Poachers' throwing tasers. "Helvetica, where are you going?" asked Cornelius. "To check on him in case something happens," called Helvetica. She flew on, looking around for Charley. A minute later, she halted in mid-air and gasped. A large crator-like area was within the forest. "What the heck did that?" asked Helvetica. She suddenly saw Charley in the middle of the crator, trying to revive what looked like a young woman's body. "Is she dead?" asked Helvetica. She was about to aid Charley when she saw something move in the trees behind him. Helvetica ducked into the treetop next to her. She remained hidden as her heart raced. A Bullet Hound had appeared, salavating at the mouth. She saw Charley turn slowly to look. "Oh my God," said Helvetica, just as more Bullet Hounds entered the area. "Seven of them," said Helvetica, making sure to keep her voice down. She watched as Charley looked about, spying each and every Bullet Hound. The attack dogs were hungry for angel flesh, and Charley and the young woman were on the menu. "Charley, get out of there," whispered Helvetica. She gasped as the Bullet Hounds moved in for the kill. "Oh no," said Helvetica, leaping out of the tree. The Bullet Hounds broke into prowls, then walks, then trots. When Charley laid protectively over the young woman's body, Helvetica thought he'd given in to the Bullet Hounds. "No, Charley, don't," said Helvetica. She ran forward, trying to get to Charley before the Bullet Hounds did.

A large bubble of dark aura suddenly surrounded Charley and the unconscious young woman. Helvetica saw that she was a red-haired Dark Angel. She was even more surprised to see the Bullet Hounds break into sprints toward Charley, closing it. "Charley!" screamed Helvetica, but her cry was drowned out by Charley's hollering and the noise of the bubble expanding, with black shocks of lightning whipping around it. All of a sudden, the bubble disappeared, with Charley and the red-haired Dark Angel gone with it. The Bullet Hounds had lunged too late. Helvetica flew forward with astonishment, but regretted it. There was an aftermath or aftershock to the teleportation action. An explosion of dark magic appeared as the Bullet Hounds lunged, blowing the mutts back through the air. Helvetica flew back as well with a scream. Her back rammed into a tree and she hit the ground with a moan. Once she looked up, she saw that four of the Bullet Hounds were dead while the other three were seriously wounded. Helvetica checked herself for any injuries and she was fine, just a pain in her back. As she got to her feet, she saw that the very ground Charley and the young woman had been on was scarred badly, even smoking from the teleportation. "He could've killed himself," she said. A rumbling noise alerted her. She turned around and heart skipped a beat. Standing before her was a monstrous-sized Bullet Hound, bigger than the others. While their coats were brownish-green, this one's was grayish-purple. "....Oh no....it's the Alpha Bullet Hound," whispered Helvetica. Alpha Bullet Hounds were almost indestructable. They could survive the different powers of the angels and almost anything. Even fire couldn't harm them like it would the other Bullet Hounds. The only way a regular Bullet Hound could become an Alpha Bullet Hound was by hibernating inside a pool of liquid silver. Only the strongest and most viscous of a Bullet Hound pack received the chance to hibernate in the pool of silver liquid. Helvetica backed away as the Alpha Bullet Hound growled at her, prowling after her. "I'm dead," she told herself. Or was she? An Alpha Bullet Hound's only weakness was electricity. Quick as a flash, Helvetica whipped out the set of throwing tasers, causing the Alpha Bullet Hound to snarl savagely and lunge with anger. Helvetica flew forward, two of the tasers at the ready. Both Alpha Bullet Hound and Fiery Angel collided.

North America, Russia, the Arctic, and Antarctica.

During the spring time, you began to feel funny. Your shoulders and back began acting to the point where you needed to see a doctor. After running tests on you, you are forced into a truck, binded, and sedated. When you wake up, you discover that you are in a facility with a dozen others. Suddenly, your back and shoulders start to ache again. This time, a pair of wings rip free from your back.

You are an Aerodynamic Naturalized Godly Effected Leader: a.k.a- A.N.G.E.L. After finding out you're an angel, you see that the others are angels as well. No, you're not a heavenly angel from up above, but a mutant or war angel, living on earth. You are being kept quarantine with the other young angels, away from civilization, until one day, you're broken out by a mercenary team of angels called "The Archs". You learn that there is a whole nation of angels out there, but there are different types of angels.

Cloud Angels- Angels that have gray or brown feathered wings. These angels spend their time flying through the clouds, hence their name, and are known to live in high establishments. They even have the power to control wind or air-like moves.

Dark Angels- Angels that have dark blue or black feathered wings. These angels spend their time flying at night through the starry sky, leaping from the shadows and easily dispatching their foes. Their homes consist of caves and even underground tunnels. They have the power to control dark magic.

Snow Angels- Angels that have white or even light blue feathered wings. These angels spend their time soaring through blizzards, ice storms, or gliding over snowy mountains in search for stranded survivors, food, or lost equipment. They are also known as Ice Angels or Light Dwellers. Their homes consist of igloos, snowy mountains, or even well-built castles upon the snow. They have the power to control snow, ice, healing powers, and illumination.

These three types may bicker among each other, but they are usually allies. When it comes to their enemies, the humans, they form together to fight. War is coming, and you and your friends are caught in the middle. Band together and fight the Angel Poachers....and whoever is in league with them....before your species is wiped out.

For years, angels have been living in secret among the human population. They've been around since the dawn of time. It is a strand in their DNA that gives them the powerful wings and abilities they have. Anyone can be born with it. Later in the years, people began to think the strand was becoming a disease, and created a serum to overpower to strand in humans. The angels became furious and yet terrified that they would lose their powers. The feud began, with some angels even getting captured. Now, when people are born with the strand, they are immediately checked into a hospital and taken to the facility known as Area 1147512. The angels that have escaped and/or survived have now teamed up, banded together, and have flown to secret locations to plot against the human race. "The Archs" are their mercenaries, and are coming to rescue any angel, young or old, in trouble.

There is also a prophecy. Three angels, who stand against the war, will be chosen and become the "Angelic Trio", with their wings changing from gray, white, or black to either silver or gold.

Also, there was a time where the angels had a viscious enemy upon their hands. The Lethrblaks, a race of ugly, green, almost reptilian-like creatures with bat-like wings, were the sole enemies of the angels. After a great war between them, the Lethrblaks were believed to have been thrown into extinction and erased from the world...or so was thought.

1. No cursing.

2. No godmodding.

3. No killing other players' characters without permission.

4. There can be hugging, holding hands, and kissing, but don't get into details people.

5. Have fun!

P.S.: You can have up to three characters.