Just a Killing Machine. (Boyxboy)

Chapter 3

A/N: Hallo! The picture is how 14.0 or, Jordan look so, um, yea, enjoy! The idea for 14.0 and 13.0 are from heavens lost property. Just what they are though. You'll find out what they are in this chapter, anyways tootles!

Kyle's POV-

I was trying to find my friend when he disappeared, when suddenly, "Kyle! Save me, please!"

Whoever is hurting him- my eyes turned to my original robotic orange eye -will not live to see the sun set again- my snow white wings popped out of my back almost painfully -they will regret ever touching- I spread my wings and took to the sky -let alone even looking, at him wrongly-
Leaving a gust of dirt, from where I took off -I swear- as I sped threw the night -I will kill them.

I saw Lee on the floor in this strange circle of trees surrounding an old willow tree. I saw an old friend of mine, 14.0, above Lee, using his death scythe, it was about to crash down on him.

My eyes widened as I tried to fly as fast as I can to reach him before the cool metal blade did.

Before I knew it I heard a terrible scream from behind me, I knew it was Lee. I looked at my brother, narrowing my eyes. "You will not hurt him," my wings spread, blocking 14.0's view of Lee, "Or I will hurt you."

See what I did was, I had got there before the scythe hit Lee but, instead it stabbed my shoulder. And that's why Lee screamed, because he saw me get stabbed.

14.0 just smirked. "I do not take orders from you," He torn the sharp blade out of my shoulder, blood dripping from it, "I only listen to my master's voices," He brought the scythe to my neck, "Brother is a sorry excuse for a battle class angeliod," He inched it closer to my neck, " And master's feel sorry for you, so they sent me, the newer, better angeliod. To destroy your whole existence!" I was done for, but suddenly a loud bang was heard. And 14.0's eyes became dull and he feel into my arms, behind the grave stone 14.0 was sitting on was Lee; a branch in his hand, tears streaming down his face, a long cut on his cheeck, hair sprawled everywhere, some sticking to his forehead... his hands had cuts and bruises.

I reached a hand out to him, "I'm--"

He dropped the branch from the willow tree. "D-don't!" He said backing away from my hand, like it burned him. I didn't know what to do, I just stared at my hand, then him, my hand, then him, repeat. "I-I knew you shouldn't have came with me... N-now looked what happened!" My fearthers on my wings ruffled and with each word he said felt like a knife digging deeper, and deeper into my skin. I couldn't do it. He must have seen the pain in my eyes because he stopped. "I-I'm sorry, I just—"

I put up a hand to silence him, "It's fine..." I told him. It wasnt. That coming from him hurt, it hurt more than the stab to the shoulder that 14.0 did. I finally looked up at him.

Lee's POV-

Kyle reached a hand out to me, I backed away, I quickly dropped my favorite trees branch. "D-don't!" I screamed at him, "I-I knew you shouldn't have came with me..." I can't believe I almost died...at my favorite place! My heart was still beating fast from the adrenaline of seeing Kyle about to die, but I knew I had to get my feelings about this across. "N-now looked what happened!"

No...That's not what I ment to...

I looked at Kyle looking down, suddenly his hand was very interesting to him. His fluffy white wings ruffled, and finally, he looked at me.

What I saw, I was not expecting. His normally bright brown eyes were now a shade darker and dull... and a little more glassy than usual.

I made him feel like this...

"I-I'm sorry, I just—" He cut my apology off.

"It's fine..." He said, voice full of emotions I couldn't quite place. I looked at him with a mix of emotions in my heart, and opened my mouth to say that it wasn't, that I'm a horrible friend, that I should be thanking him...

But instead his white wings spread, the white feathers catching to moonlight. I have never seen something so beautiful, not even my willow tree. I reached a hand out to touch the seemingly soft feathers. Before I could, he flapped his wings, creating a cloud of dust. I covered my eyes with my arms.

When the dust had cleared, Kyle was not with me. Then I saw him, flying high into the sky, the whiteness of his big wings standing out from the darkness of the sky.

I frowned, looking to the boy in black on the ground. Somewhere along the way Kyle must have dropped him. I picked him up, with struggling, and half dragged half carried him to my house. Wondering if Kyle is gonna be at school so I can apologize, and that this was all a horrible, horrible, horrible, dream.