Roleplaying

Charley chuckled as Natasha told him about their security. "I'll be sure to get on them about that," he said. Natasha watched him quietly, letting her hands fall to her shapely sides. Charley knew she'd seen the paper. He purposely left it sticking out of his jacket pocket. "Is that my file?" she asked, walking toward him, her eyes on his hand, before looking up to him. Charley took out the file. "Yeah, this is your file," he said. "Natasha Black, eighteen years old with green eyes and red hair," said Charley. He looked from paper to angel. "You have some nasty history here, Ms. Black," said the Dark Angel. "I can see and know what you're capable of." Charley walked over to a closet door, opened it, and took out a towel. He walked over to Natasha and draped it around her. "That should help," he said. "Now, this file is the only thing we have on you," said Charley. "If it was to be...oh, I don't know," said Charley, taking hold of the file with both hands. "Ripped," he said, tearing the file just a bit at the top. "I guess that would mean you're out of the system," he said. Charley paced back and forth. "But this is just a file, and in order to erase yourself from the Angelic System, it'll have to be done electronically," said Charley. He took an electronic gadget out of his jacket pocket. He showed the screen to Natasha. Her entire file was pulled up. "Now, since I am the leader of 'The Archs', that gives me access to the databases and special connections," said Charley.

He turned the screen to him. With the paper file in his hand, Charley smirked as his eyes turned jet black. The file suddenly went up in dark flames, turning into ash and then disappearing into thin air. "If you want your name removed from the system, all you have to do is ask," said Charley. "I understand what you've been through, and taking your name off would definitely put you at a 'ghost advantage', meaning no angel could mess with you by law," he said. "But if the humans or the Angel Poachers were to check the system, that'd mean if they somehow manage to find, catch, and bring you back, they could do whatever they wanted and the angels couldn't do anything because you're not in the system," said Charley. "The young angels we find and rescue are already in the system from birth," he said. "If you leave here with your name erased, we won't be able to help you if you're captured, Natasha," said Charley. He looked from the gadget to her. "Shall I erase your name, or would you like to do it?.....It's your call," he said.

Natasha watched him quietly, looking to her file, listening to him carefully, watching him. She swallowed hard. "You read it?" Natasha asked, though was more of accusing him. "How many people have read it?" She asked, watching him. "More importantly, how many people know of my past?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow. In other words, how many people did she have to kill. Her past was horric, to say the least. But it had shaped her to who she was today. She watched him show her file, then tear it. She watched him cautiously, wondering just what he was doing. Gaining her trust? Making her fall for his sweet gestures? Natasha chewed her lip, until he spoke of her data on their computers. When he showed her the file, her hand moved to take it, however she returned her hand to her side. Natasha's eyes moved from her information to his face, studying him quietly. She heard the disadvantages, and the advantages. She liked the feeling on no one knowing who she was. But the fact of if she got captured.. "I can look after myself." She told him, watching as he moved the device. She chewed her lip slightly. "Delete it." Natasha told him, taking the towel from around her shoulders, drying her hair. "I want you to deleted it." She told him, drying her face, then the skin of her exposed chest.

Charley stood there, shocked. He then looked at the gadget. She must really want to be a rogue for life, he thought. "Very well," he said. Charley went in and clicked the gadget. Natasha's entire filed disappeared from the screen. "It's done," said Charley. He placed the gadget back in his pocket. "If you can take care of yourself, I won't argue with that," said Charley. He turned to go. "But try not to get yourself shot again, and if you do, pray the bullet isn't coated with our weakness: a magnesium bullet coated with gold nitrate and mountain ash," he said. Charley walked over to the closet and pulled out a robe. "Make sure you put this on after you dry, don't want tempting the grown men angels and even the younger ones coming into puberty," said Charley. He rested the red robe on a rack and exited the showers and baths area. Charley entered the ranch and walked several paces into a nearby barn. The horses inside were either asleep or eating. Charley walked down the path to a holding pen with a black door. Behind the door was a gray mustang colt with his mother. The white mustang mare was eating apples as her baby looked up at Charley. Charley popped out a carrot and fed it to the colt before walking to the exit. Squelp! Charley immediately halted. He turned his head slightly to hear for the noise again. The barn was quiet. Some of the horses began to snort and back into the shadows of their pens. The front doors to the barn closed suddenly. Charley turned around fully. He stalked forward, drawing one of his guns. He was prepared to shoot and fly, with his wings at the ready. He held his Beretta 92fs up, aiming it forward. The lights in the barn began to flicker. Charley remembered it was still nighttime.

He moved from side to side, checking the stalls for whatever made the noise. Suddenly, the roof to the barn gave away. Charley flew forward, leaping out of the way of the falling debris. He landed on his feet and looked forward. A figure rose from the debris, staring at Charley. Charley could see no wings. This was an Angel Poacher. But was it just one? Charley heard the squelp sound again. He turned and ducked, dodging a two by four that was swung at him. Another Angel Poacher was the swinger. "How did you find us?" asked Charley, taking his other gun out. He pointed one at each poacher. "We hid a tracking device in one of your rescued angels," said the one from the debris. He pulled out a machete as the other pulled out a crossbow. "I bet little Benjamin was going to be your best friend, eh?" asked the poacher with the crossbow. A third Angel Poacher arrived, carrying a body in his arms. Charley's eyes widened. It was Benjamin. He wasn't dead, but unconscious. Charley scowled, aiming his right gun at the carrier. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Storm," said a voice. Charley looked up and watched as Elder Rhaymis flew into the barn, landing next to the Angel Poacher with the machete. "Rhaymis, why?" asked Charley. Rhaymis chuckled. "You poor angel," said Rhaymis. "I had to," he said. Charley aimed his left gun at Rhaymis. "Traitor! Does Mack know?" asked Charley. "No one's going to know," said Rhaymis. "Put the guns down before Ben get's hurt," he said. Charley looked back and watched as the crossbowman aimed his crossbow at the unconscious angel's throat.

This can't be happening, thought Charley. If he shot the Elder Rhaymis, the crossbowman would fire. But if he shot the crossbowman, would the third Angel Poacher attack? Quick thinking led to Charley aiming both his guns at either two Angel Poachers. He fired, killing both in the head. The crossbow bolt was fired, but hit a horse's pen instead. The horses went into a frightened neighing session. Elder Rhaymis acted quickly, snatching the machete free from the first Angel Poacher and, raising his gray wings, brought forth a gale of wind that sent the machete flying at Charley, blade first. Charley turned, using his dark magic to knock the weapon away, but instead hit and killed the first Angel Poacher. The machete hit Charley dead in the shoulder, causing Charley to cry out as he flew back. Elder Rhaymis was at his side in an instant. Charley could feel a burning sensation from the machete. With dread, he realized it was a magnesium blade coated with gold nitrate and mountain ash. He looked up at Rhaymis with blurry vision. Rhaymis kicked the left gun away from Charley and took the right one, aiming it at Charley's forehead. "Goodbye, Leader Storm," said Rhaymis, picking up the unconscious Ben and readying to pull the trigger.

Natasha watched him, he looked shocked that she wanted to live away from everyone else. She watched him quietly, watching as he deleted her file. She let out a slight sigh of relief, walking to retrieve the robe. "Like I'd let them have their way with me." She rolled her eyes. "You find it so easy to judge me from what I was." She told him, sliding on the robe, tying it around herself. She stayed in the garden, before deciding to follow Charley. Maybe she would stick around.. Just for a day or two.. Upon hearing strange sounds, Natasha dove into the shadows as she saw the angel poachers. She wasn't being captured by them again. Natasha watched, and listened. "Rhaymis." She muttered. Natasha would remember that name. She watched as Charley faught. She was impressment. Natasha held back a gasp when Charley was shot, biting her lip when she faught the urge to run to him. Surprised she actually cared. However, once the man named Rhaymis had gone, she rushed towards Charley. "Try not to die okay?" She said, shrugging off her robe and using it to support his head. She took his device, studying it before calling one of the other angels. Seeing Rocardos name, she instantly began to dial the number. Natasha's red hair was still tied up, but a few short curls fell to rest against her cheeks. "You won't die right?" She said softly, removing the machete, all the while trying to get a hold of someone who could help. Natasha covered the wound with her hands, trying to stop the blood.

Charley's head swam. Rhaymis was gone with Benjamin. He was thankful Rhaymis didn't pull the trigger, but now Charley was injured badly. Before he knew it, Natasha was upon him, trying to stop the bleeding. She took his gadget, dialing Ricardo's phone. Oh God, this can't be happening, thought Charley. "Try not to die okay?" asked Natasha. Charley forced a smile. He shuddered a bit from the agonizing pain. He was hit with weapons before, even fire, and learned to control his shouts and yells when in pain. Natasha took off her robe and used it to prop Charley's head up. "R-Ricardo...you better pick up that phone...darn it," said Charley. Blood was oozing from his wound. "You won't die, right?" asked Natasha, staunching the wound with her hand. Charley winced, grunting in pain. "No...I better not," he said. He then realized that she'd taken the machete out. "Oh, this must be so painful that I wouldn't even feel a scratch to the...arm," said Charley. Why didn't he feel the machete being removed? With sickening dread, Charley realized one of his five senses were shutting down. His whole left arm was going numb. Charley shook his head as blood began to build in his throat.

Ricardo and Hillary were walking along the path when Ricardo's cell phone rang. He saw that it was Charley. "Charley's calling," said Ricardo, picking up the phone. "Hello?" he asked. Charley heard Ricardo's voice from the phone. Before Natasha could speak, Charley shouted, "Ricardo, get in the barn...now!" Ricardo's eyes bulged. He then grabbed Hillary and flew into the sky. "Archangels!" he shouted. "The Archs" gathered quickly from where they were. Joining Ricardo, they arrived at the barn. When they entered, they saw Charley and Natasha. "Charley!" screamed Hillary. Elder Mack arrived as well. "Storm, what happened?" asked Mack. Ricardo and the other archangels rushed to Charley. Ricardo scowled and made to grab Natasha saying, "You did this!" Charley's right hand came up, stopping Ricardo. "No, she didn't," he said. "It was Rhaymis, and he took Benjamin," said Charley. Ricardo and the others saw the dead Angel Poachers. "How did they find us?" asked Elder Mack. "The one I killed in the forest strapped a tracking device to Ben," said Charley. Blood began to leap from his mouth. "Oh crap, get him and the red-haired angel to the infirmary, stat!" yelled Elder Mack. "The Archs" lifted Charley into the air and flew off, with four of them grabbing Natasha and following. Elder Mack picked up the machete and studied the blade. "Magnesium with gold nitrate and mountain ash," he said. Elder Mack looked up. "Curse you, Rhaymis!" he yelled.

Arriving at the infirmary, Charley was rushed into a room. Snow Angel doctors and nurses came to his aid, treating the wound. The four archangels that had Natasha sat her down in a chair in the room and made sure she stayed put. "No! Leave her alone, she was saving me," snapped Charley. "Sir, calm down, the angrier you get, the more your heart pumps," said a doctor. "And that means the substance will spread all over," said a nurse. Charley threw his head back. He grunted from the pain, trying to think of lovely thoughts to keep from bringing forth his dark magic. For some reason, Natasha came into mind. Charley shook the thought. He squirmed a bit, but finally halted when he felt the fingers on his left hand twitch. He was starting to feel again. "The treatment, the herbs...they're working," he said. "Good," said a nurse. "Keep pressure going along with the fluids," said the doctor. Charley breathed heavily from the ordeal. He dodged death's hand this time. Would he be able to do it again?

Natasha sighed in relief when they got there, wishing he wasn't dying. She couldn't let that happen. He had saved her life after all. Natasha looked shocked they blamed her. Though how could she be? She had the reputation. "It wasn't me!" She told them, tensing when Ricardo went to grab her. She gently held Charleys hand, not letting him out of her sight. She listened to what they were saying. Kicking out when four men grabbed. She managed to flip over, bending their arms and kicking one in the head, however when they next grabbed her, it was tight enough to leave bruises. Natasha knew she wasn't making it any better for herself. She they flew, Natasha kept trying to find ways to make them drop her, but their grip was bone crushingly hard, and she saw her porcelain skin beginning to bruise under their hands. Natasha huffed when she was shoved into a chair, she sat quietly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest after she had inspected her bruised arms. Natasha looked to Charley when he tried to tell them why she was there if the first place. It was sweet of him. Though it wasn't working. Natasha watched the ground, only listening to them. She mentally sighed when she heard he would be okay, but she wouldn't let it register on her face. She now looked indifferent about the matter. As though she didn't care at all.

Two minutes later, Charley sat up on the bed as the doctors and nurses left. "That was a quick save," said one of the archangels. Charley looked up at the angel that spoke, a Cloud Angel. He studied his crew in the room. Four of them were watching Natasha as she looked away. Furious, Charley sprung from where he sat and dropkicked the first of the four angels. He then round kicked another into the wall. The third he right hooked to the face. The fourth one dodged his right kicks and left hooks, so Charley groaned and sent the angel flying into the wall using a blast of dark magic. It wasn't going to kill the angel, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him. "Whoa, Charley, what are you doing?" asked Ricardo. Charley whirled and grabbed Ricardo around the throat. "I told you she had nothing to do with this!" yelled Charley. "Charley," choked Ricardo. Hillary watched in horror and surprise. "Do you realize she's like a doe with a freaking tigress inside of her?" asked Charley, walking forward with Ricardo still in his grasp. He slammed Ricardo up against the wall. "I told you all, it wasn't her, it was Rhaymis!" he shouted, his eyes turning jet black. "...G-God....I'm sorry!" choked Ricardo. Charley dropped Ricardo and looked to the other archangels that didn't man handle Natasha. "You guys, thank you for understanding, now go get prepared for a search and rescue, stat," ordered Charley. "Yes sir," said the terrified archangels. They flew out the room. Hillary flew to Ricardo's side. Charley huffed as he approached the four archangels he beat down. "Next time, listen to a direct order, archangels!" snapped Charley. "Y-Yes, sir," moaned the angels. Charley's eyes returned to normal. He looked to the door to see a nurse and Elder Mack. "They're fine, Nurse Paige," said Charley. The Snow Angel female nodded and hurried away. Elder Mack stepped into the room. He grabbed Charley by the arm. "Are you mad?" he asked. "You bet I am, they ignored a direct order from their commander," said Charley. Elder Mack sighed and released Charley. He looked over at Ricardo. "Now you see why I was patient with his father," said Mack. Ricardo nodded, with Hillary kissing him on the cheek. Mack turned to Charley. Charley squatted before Natasha. He took her wrists gently in his, examining the bruises. "My apologies," he said. "This won't happen again," said Charley. "You're right," said Elder Mack. Charley looked at him.

"In fact, this search and rescue won't be easy," said Elder Mack. "Why not?" asked Ricardo. "Because Rhaymis is involved," said Elder Mack. "With a traitorous angel is involved, it is never easy," he said. "We don't whether he's flying to the Angel Poachers' base or going off to the human population. Charley sighed and stood up. "I knew he was trouble from the moment I met him," said Charley. "And that was ten years ago," he said. "How are we going to find Ben?" asked Ricardo. Charley looked over at him. "I need to get to him," said Ricardo, standing as he rubbed his throat. Elder Mack looked at Ricardo. Charley narrowed his eyes at Ricardo. "Why are you in such a rush to leave?" he asked. Ricardo sighed and looked at Hillary. "...Ben's my biological son," he said. Hillary was taken aback. So was Mack and Charley. "It was thirteen years ago," said Ricardo. "I was flirting with this human woman and we had a few drinks," he said. "Five years later, I return and find out I have a five year old son who definitely has the angelic strand inside him." Charley shook his head. "That is why this mission will be more difficult, meaning we need help from others," said Elder Mack. "Others? Other than "The Archs"? The best angel mercenaries in the world?" asked Charley. Elder Mack nodded. "Who?" asked one of the archangels Charley hit. "The Snow Angels of the Arctic, they're perfect at searching and finding people, and if Rhaymis has Benjamin, there's no doubt he'll have to pass the Snow Angels' private camp here in the states," said Elder Mack. "Fine, get in touch with them while I go prepare," said Charley, turning to go. "You can't go on this one, Charley," said Elder Mack. Charley halted. He turned his head. "Why not?" he asked. "You still need time to recover," said Mack. "Recover? He blasted Matthew through the wall with a blast of dark magic and nearly choked me out! How does he need to recover?" asked Ricardo. "He won't be able to fly well until the herbs' spice has worn off," said Elder Mack, walking past Charley. "Get to your room, relax, and let Ricardo lead "The Archs" to the private camp of the Snow Angels while I contact them...that's an order and don't disobey it, Leader Storm," said Mack. He walked off.

Charley scowled and sat down in a chair next to Natasha. Ricardo helped the other four archangels to their feet. "Don't worry, Charley, we got it," said Ricardo. "You better, otherwise I'll fly through their on a magic wave and take you out...move out!" ordered Charley. The archangels saluted him and flew out of the room with Hillary. Charley sat back in his chair saying, "This sucks."

Natasha watched him carefully, sinking into her chair when she witnessed him turn on the guards. All because of her. She watched him silently as he inspected her bruises. She rubbed her green eyes, watching him argue with his friend. She went to stand up, but thought it was best not to intervene. She didn't want either lashing out. Natasha let down her long curly hair, watching them. She raised an eyebrow when they were told Ricardo had a son. She didn't know him all too well but she was still surprised. Throughout the whole time, she didn't speak. Only observed and listened. However, soon,they had left, and it was Charley and herself. She looked to him, watching him silently. "Thanks, for trying clear my name." She said softly, Natasha's jade eyes studying him. "But you really shouldn't turn on your friends like that. Not because of me." She said softly, looking down. She always believed she was nothing. Made to believe no one would like her. Natasha tucked loose curls behind her ear as she watched him. Before she knew it, Natasha's hand found his cheek, her fingertips carefully caressing the skin there. She soon leaned in, stopping as her eyes found his again. She didn't hesitate as she pressed her soft, full lips against his, her eyes closing upon contact. Natasha pulled away after a second, standing up. "Hm." She hummed with a smile, before walking out of the room, retrieving her robe. She then flew to the showers, experimenting with the different temperatures.

"I know I shouldn't have done that, but once I'm angered that a direct order has been disobeyed, my magic get's the best of me," said Charley. He looked at her as he sat back. She watched him, tucking her loose curls behind her ear. Charley saw a difference in her. Now, she seemed calm and collective, not like earlier when she had a blade to his throat. Before he knew it, Natasha's hand found his cheek. Charley was surprised by the touch, but didn't flinch. She could be going for a pressure point, thought Charley. When Natasha leaned in, Charley's heart raced. Their eyes suddenly met, and afterward, Natasha leaned in. Charley couldn't believe what was happening. He thought his wings were about to spread as she pressed her soft, full lips against his, her eyes closing upon contact. Charley closed his eyes as well, knowing what to do. Natasha pulled away after a second, standing up. "Hm," she said. She hummed with a smile, before walking out of the room, retrieving her robe. Charley just sat in his seat, mind blown. "...Did...did that just happen?" he asked himself. He turned his head, trying to grasp the situation. He then nodded with a smile. "Yeah, that just happened," he told himself. Charley stood up and looked to the door. An old Dark Angel janitor was looking at him. He then looked the way Natasha flew. The old geaser glanced back at Charley. "What?" Charley asked. The old angel gave him a thumbs-up, smiling with no teeth. "Good one, sunny boy," said the angel. Charley chuckled as he shook his head. "Thanks, Mr. Clemmingtime," said Charley. He exited the room. "So I need to rest, but what the hellabit can I do while resting?" he asked. "I'm always on patrol or flying on missions, and that's the cool part about my life," said Charley. "Try to stop talking to yourself," said Mr. Clemmingtime, waddling by. Charley frowned. "Yeah, thank you, Mr. Clemmingtime," he said. Charley turned a corner and headed down the steps. "I guess I could go to the shooting range," he said. Charley exited the infirmary and was suddenly swarmed by a group of young angels. These angels were pureborns, meaning they were born with their wings. Their ages ranged from four to seven. "Uncle Charley, Uncle Charley, are you okay?" they asked, grabbing his pants with their little hands. Charley couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, I'm fine, kids," said Charley, taking a knee. The little angels jumped all over him, with two passing Snow Angel women to giggle and say, "Aww." One kid, a little girl, tugged at Charley's right wing. Charley looked at her. "Mr. Storm, did they hurt you?" she asked. Her name was Angie and she was the youngest, having blonde hair, dimples, and blue eyes. She was a young Cloud Angel. "They managed to, but Uncle Charley made sure they'd never do it again," said Charley, picking Angie up in his arms. "Yay!" cheered the little angels. "Alright, alright, let's let Uncle Charley relax, kids," said a big-boned Dark Angel named Roberta. "Aww," said the little ones, reluctantly leaving Charley. Charley let Angie on her feet. "Bye, Uncle Charley," she said. "Bye, Angie," said Charley. Roberta walked up to Charley.

"I'm glad you're okay," she said. Charley nodded as she left with the little angels. He then walked off and arrived at the shooting range. He walked through a gate, greeting the owner, a Snow Angel named George. "You doing okay there, Charley?" he asked. "I'm fine, just need to shoot something," said Charley, taking out his guns. "Alrighty then," said George, pressing a button. Ten targets, cutboards of Angel Poachers, rose from the ground. Charley cocked one of his guns, aimed, and fired.

''You don't have to be grumpy Matty,'' The man spoke with a slight European accent and Sem unconsciously shivered at how the man adressed his uncle. Matt's eye narrowed, his lips pursed into thin line before producing a small, forced smile when the commanding officer continued speaking. ''We have already sent some of our men to retrieve the Angel called Benjamin.'' He paused to stroke some strands of his strawberry blonde hair out of his eyes. Sem took this as a chance to take a step back, he had been way to close to the man for his liking.''Also, we have found their camp.'' The officer looked pleased, if not smug. His uncle made a noise of dissaproval. '' Why wasn't I informed of this earlier, are you doing things behind my back now?'' His voice was calm but Sem could feel the holded back anger. Matt leaned with his back against the wall, folding his arms and for a moment the boy was afraid it might collapse under his weight. His uncle shifted his angry gaze to the center of the floor. ''And?'' he was waiting for details, the full story and the man gave him that.

Matt shook his head and looked at the ceiling, spotting a pair of siccors stuck in there, his unkept black hair falling over his shoulders. The officer, whom Sem found exremely creepy, laid eyes on him for the first time since he stepped into the hallway. Sem stared back, confused and a little bit scared. He flinched when the man used his large hand to grip his head and he held his breath. ''You have to understand that we could not have used little Valancourt for this job.'' He stroked the short, curly locks with his fingers and Sem stiffened, surpressing the urge to shy away.

''He would have died immediately.'' Oh, such fake concern in his words. Sem was not a fool, he knew the officer regarded him as useless and it made him feel unwanted and weak. Matt just listened with his eyes closed, not even bothering to be polite and feign to be listening. With the man's hand still on his head Sem spoke, mustering up his courage. ''Excuse me sir, I apologize for the fact that I was not able to help with that mission.'' He was facing the guy's broad chest when speaking. If only that guy had removed his hand Sem could have looked him in his face to express his seriousness. ''But I would like to help, I want to be an asset in every way possible. I want to prove my value here.'' The boy did not see his face but he was sure the man was smiling and finally the hand was removed making Sem look bewildered.

''Uncle, what do you think about it, is your boy man enough for a serious job?'' Matt streched his arms, left his leaning position and limped over, stopping just in front of the man. '' Durer, if Sem wants to prove his worth then he can do so by me.'' His glance fell on Sem as he spoke. ''But, if he fails or dies....then don't expect me to clean up the mess.'' That being said, Durer took a hold of Sem's shoulder and softly pushed him towards the door. ''Now, about your mission...''

Natasha smiled to herself as she tampered with the showers temperature. Finding the right one, she cautiously stepped underneath it, letting the water spray onto her head then trickle down her body. Natasha then thought and closed the cubicle door. Just to be sure no one was looking in. As she washed herself she was glad she could finally wash away the pain and the worries of the day before. She turned the water off after her shoulder, pulling on the robe, wrapping it around herself to conceal her body, she then picking up her dress and her tights. She walked out of the showers, glancing around as she tried to look for her way back to Charleys room. She walked down the endless halls and stopped for a whole to process her surroundings before continuing on. She walked down a long hall, opening a door. She reconfised it to be Charleys room. "Finally." She sighed, closing the door after she walked in. She slid off her robe and laid it on the bed. Natasha walked to the closet. She hoped Charley wouldn't mind if she borrowed a shirt. She found one which looked quite small, before picking it out. Unable to find anything else, she used the robe to dry the left over water from her skin, then used it to dry her hair the best she could.

Charley fired and fired until the bullets in the chamber were gone. He took out his second gun, cocked it, and fired. When the bullets were gone, he took a look at what he did. George joined him. "Well I'll be Angel Poacher's nephew (jab at Shytomboy XD)," said George, taking off his hat. Charley looked at him. "You managed to hit every single moving target," said George. "I know, your point is?" asked Charley. "Charley, you only hit them in the forehead...in the same place....without breaking a sweat," said George, gesturing to the cutboards. Charley looked and was shocked. "Whoa," he said. "Yeah, you must very relaxed to do something like that," said George. Charley chuckled. He reloaded his guns, polished them, and then put them away. "George, can you bring out the practice dummies?" asked Charley. "Sure thing," said George, flying over to a red lever. He pulled it down and a door opened next to the cutboards. Suddenly,  a horde of robotic humans rushed out of the door. Charley whipped out his twin blades and spread his wings. With a shout, he launched himself foward, spinning to slice off the first dummy's head. The second and third were destroyed by his wings. The fourth and fifth were taken down by Charley's blades. He spiraled toward a sixth one, caving through its chestplate. Charley somersaulted over the destroyed robot and magic blasted a seventh one to pieces. Charley flew into the air as the practice dummies fired crossbow bolts and arrows at him. Charley dove out of the way and soared back around. He zigzagged through multiple arrows and knocked the crossbow bolts away with his wings. Spiraling downward, Charley crossed his blades and scythed out, chopping off three more robotic heads. As their bodies fell, Charley landed and round kicked another in the chest, sending it flying into a wall a malfunctioning. Charley low sweeped another one, knocking it down and somesaulting over it, plunging one of his blades into the robot's hard chest. He snatched out the blade and twirled them both in a professional manner. "Twelve down," he said, quickly getting into fighting stance as ten more surrounded him. "Ten to go," said Charley. The first rushed at him, but Charley slashed it in half. He then pounced on another, crushing it under his wings.

Charley plunged his twin blades into two more. He launched himself at another, breaking through its neck and tearing off its head. Charley spun around, clashing swords with another two, who each had two swords. Charley dueled with them, swords to sword. Each blade was strong enough to take on two others. Charley dropped and slid to his knees, arching back as the two robots scythed over his chin with their swords. They missed by an inch. Charley flipped to his feet and chopped down an oncoming two more. He then whirled around took out the first two he battled, causing them to fall to the ground in a heap of metal. Charley turned his head and spied the last one staring at him. This one was large and hulky. A spiked mace was in its grasp. The robot twirled the mace, releasing a robotic laugh. Charley cocked his head with a look like "seriously" and flipped his swords around. "Come at me, bro," he said. The robot charged, stomping the ground as it came. Charley launched his left sword at the robot, hitting it square in the forehead. The robot's charge began to slow as he neared Charley. Charley turned his back to look at George. George was surprised. Charley smiled, nodding his head, and held up the other sword, just as the robot slid to him on its knees, the impaled sword slowing it down. It slowly raised its spiked mace as Charley turned around with a bored expression.

Holding out his sword, the robot's knees tripped over its fallen brethren and impaled itself on Charley's second sword. Charley arched an eyebrow and snatched out both his swords, twirling them and flicking away the debris. He sheathed them and walked away from the large robot, which malfunctioned and remained still upon the ground. Charley made it to George. "Incredible," said George. "Wait for it," said Charley. As he kept walking, George looked to the robot. It suddenly exploded. George hollered in excitement. "Now that...was incredible," said Charley, exiting the target range and heading to the building where his room was.

Elder Rhaymis soon arrived at the base of the Angel Poachers. He kicked open their door and walked in, carrying the unconscious Benjamin in his arms. The guards joined him on his walk toward where the others were. When they arrived, Rhaymis rested Benjamjn's body upon a table. "Gentleman, we have our third piece to the prophecy," said Rhaymis. The Angel Poachers were more than happy to see Rhaymis. The old Cloud Angel walked up to Sem's uncle. "Mr. Valancourt, when "The Archs" attacked, they shut off the power, meaning the path to our other two young angels was well hidden and unaccessable," said Rhaymis. "So all is NOT lost?" asked a guard. Rhaymis smiled. "No, my friend, Matt.....all is not," said the old Cloud Angel. He walked over to the unconscious Benjamin. "It takes the blood of a half breed, a pureborn, and one turned by a magic cut from an archangel's wing to access the full contents and treasures of the prophecy," said Rhaymis. "Young Benjamin is our half blood, Helvetica is our pureborn, my great-niece, and Cornelius is our turned victim," he said. "Now, let's get those specialized weapons of magnesium, gold nitrate, and mountain ash ready, gentleman," said Rhaymis, heading to the exit. He halted and turned his head. "War is among us and 'The Archs' are coming for revenge," said Elder Rhaymis, exiting the room.

Natasha yawned slightly, pulling on his shirt when she was satisfied with the dryness of her hair, she crawled onto his bed, resting her head on the pillow. It was the most comfortable she had ever been. Maybe she could get used to it here. They seemed to have a good quality of life, and Natasha couldn't complain. The only thing was all she was able to wear right now was a shirt that was a little to big for her, that didn't even belong to her. Natasha let out a lightly hum, wishing her brain would stop thinking and analysing over everything. She just wanted to sleep right now. With the window still opened, Natasha shuddered lightly, her eyes closed so it at least looked like she was asleep. She moved a little, making sure the shirt didn't rise over her rear. She was practically bare underneath it. Natasha settled down on her side, letting out a content sigh as sleep welcomed her. It was very much needed. This time, she wasn't plagued with night terrors, or memories of what had been. This time, she was surrounded by little children, all with black and navy wings. In reality, she smiled a little. Some of the children had her red hair, others had her green eyes. As she slept on, she assumed these children were hers, and to look down and see evidence of one growing inside her was enough to convince her. However, she didn't discover who the father was. She assumed the question was: Who would she want to be the father? She supposed the whole event of Benjamin and Ricardo had brought on this dream, and she couldn't say she didn't like it. Although, Nataha had never even considered she could be a mother one day. She always thought the way she was brought up would have an effect on how she raised children, but she would never let another child go through the suffering and torture she endured for almost 10 years. Not if she could help it.

Charley arrived at his building. He entered, greeting the fellow angels. The building was home to mostly Dark Angels, but a few Cloud Angels lived here as well. Charley flew up to his room door. He was about to touch the knob when he saw the door was unlocked a cracked. Charley cocked his head, not remembering leaving the door like that. He thought of the Angel Poachers and withdrew one of his modified Beretta 92fs. He slowly opened the door, careful not to stick the gun inside like idiotic killers do in the movies. Charley opened the door and halted. Resting in his bed, and dreaming of God knows what, was Natasha. She was dry, finally, with the robe on the floor. Charley was surprised she had on one of his shirts. He quickly put the gun away after checking behind the door. Charley stepped fully into the room and quietly closed the door back. He walked over to the window and closed it shut. Charley then walked up to his fridge and took out a bottle of water. Closing the fridge back, Charley walked over to the table. It was still on the floor. "Forgot about that," he said. Charley picked up the table and put it back on its legs. He sat down in a chair next to the bed and turned on the TV. The news was on, with the story of Benjamin's escape from the hospital being the top story. Charley shook his head. "He's out of your hands now, people, let him go," said Charley. He sipped his water. He flicked through the channels and saw that there was a special on hawks. Two hawks were performing a mating ritual, grasping each other by the talons, falling out the sky, parting and flying back up again. Charley turned to look at Natasha. She seemed so peaceful as she slept. He saw she was sleeping atop of the covers. The kiss came into his head. "Her lips were soft...how could someone so deadly be so seductive?" asked Charley. He then scooted the chair up to the bed and pulled the blanket over her. Charley smiled and faced the smaller table next to the bed. He removed some documents over the Snow Angels of the Arctic and began to skim through them. Charley shook his wings as he read, feeling how sore they felt. In fact, his shoulders and wings were tense. "Too much action," he said, something his father warned him of the day he left with the older archangels.

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.