Angels and Demons ~MiniCat

Chapter 8

Craig's/Mini's POV

       After Tyler introduced me to his friends, I begin looking for the door so I can leave. "Hey, where are you going?" Tyler asks from behind me, scaring me. I jump and squeal as I turn around to face him. "Jeez, Tyler!!! Give me a heart attack why don't you?!" I say, holding my hand on my heart in a dramatic manner. "That doesn't answer my question!" Tyler chuckles. That laugh. I haven't heard a single Angel sing as beautifully as that laugh. It's like a bell... It just keeps ringing, but you never want it to stop.
       I let out a small giggle in return. "Well, I'm leaving." I answer him. He gives me a confused look. "But your wing hasn't even begun it's healing process." Tyler protests. "I know, but I have to go to work." I say, which isn't a full fledged lie. I plan on going back to work today although I'm off today. I feel too guilty for leaving Brock on his own at the bar.
       Tyler gives me puppy dog eyes, making something in my stomach flutter. What was that?! "Aww, come on! You can skip one day?" Tyler pleads. I'm tempted to just stay here, but I've learned that temptation leads to disaster and sin. "I wish I could, but I can't." I say while shrugging my shoulders.
       Tyler thought for a moment until I see a spark light up in his eyes similar to a match being lit in a pitch black room. "Maybe you could come visit every once in a while, or maybe you could just live here!" Tyler suggests with success practically written on his forehead. Well, I don't really have anywhere suitable to live aside from the meadow... I guess it wouldn't hurt to move in with these guys! They all seem pretty nice.
       "I guess I could live here, I don't really have anywhere else to go anyways." I say, earning a squeal of excitement from Tyler. "Yes! Thank you do much, Craig! I'll lead you to the door." He offers, directing me to where the door is located. "There ya go, bud." Tyler says, gesturing towards the door. "Thank you!" I say before opening the door and leaving. As I'm walking out of the building, I realize something. Something bad.
My uniform! It's probably bloody from when I got shot! People are going to think I'm a fucking zombie or some shit like that! I need to explain this to Brock! I run my way to the Liquor Hole so I can get there a little earlier than everyone else besides Brock. Since I'm not exactly human, I can run father distances in faster times than the people on Earth.
       I burst through the doors to see Brock and Brian sitting on bar stools, catching up. "Hey, Brock! I have a big problem!" I say, interrupting the two love birds. I both of their eyes widen when they see all of the blood on my uniform. "Craig! What the fuck happened?!" Brock asks as he runs over to me and examines me for any injuries. "So you're the Angel guy Brock keeps telling me about." Brian states as he walks over to us. I give Brock a death stare. He told him!!! What happened to keeping me a secret?!?! "Don't worry, Craig. You can trust him." Brock assures me as if reading my mind.
       I take in a deep breath through my mouth and let it all out through my nose. "Okay, but I really need a new uniform until I can get this one cleaned." I say with urgency. "I don't are about the uniform, Craig. I care about you. What the fuck happened? Why is there so much blood on this?" Brock asks me, pointing at one of the dried blood patches.
       Instead of telling him, I decide to show him. I let my wings spread out from behind my back. I watch as Brian's eyes widen, but Brock's don't since this isn't the first time his seen them. They both could easily spot the place where I was shot because of the red stains that colored my feathers crimson that surrounds the wound.
       "Did you patch that up yourself?" Brian asks with curiosity, staring at the bandaging that covered part of my wing. "Nope, but do you remember who I dance with on my first day on the job?" I question Brock whom simply nodded up and down. "Yeah, well, he and a few of his friends saved me and fixed me up." I say, smiling when I think about their goofy little group.
       "Well, how'd you get shot in the first place?" Brian asks me. "Oh, I was flying really high up in the sky and a group of people mistook me for a bird." I explain, leaving out the fact that it was Tyler and his group that shot me down.
       "Okay, okay! We'll continue this game of twenty questions needs to continue another day because it's almost time for everyone to get here and start their shifts. We need to get Craig a new uniform before it's too late!" Brock said, grabbing my shoulder and dragging me to the bathroom. He got me a new uniform and I quickly slip it on, removing my old, bloody one. Welp, let the day begin.

Tyler's/Wildcat's POV

       I shut the door after Craig and join the guys in the living room. They were are chatting and giggling like little school girls. "What?" I question a I walk into the room, sitting on the couch next to Jonathan and Evan. "Woah, I thought you guys were joking when you said it was bad!" Marcel laughs. I look I've at him with an eyebrow raised. "What's bad?" I ask, growing confused. "We fucking told you, Marcel! The guy has a problem!" Delirious cackles. "What guys? I want in on the conversation! What are you guys talking about?!" I ask, growing slightly aggitated.
       "We're talking about you, jackass!" Evan smirks cockily. "Huh? What do you mean?" I ask. "Your little crush on Craig. You're so in love with that guy that it's starting to get creepy." Evan teases. "What?!?! I'm not creepy!" I exclaim with red cheeks. "Oh? So you aren't denying that you love him?" Marcel says, wiggling his eyebrows at me. My face grows redder, if possible.
       I cross my arms, ignoring his question. "Awwww!" The guys say in synch. "I will rip all of your heads off and use them as foot stools." I threaten with a pouty face. "You wouldn't dare!" Evan jokes, dramatically bringing his hands up to cover his mouth in fake shock. "I'll fockin' do it!" I exclaim, randomly adding a really bad impression of an Irish accent. The guys laugh, making me laugh without my consent. "Fuck you guys! I'm going on a walk!" I yell playfully, flipping them all off before stepping out the door and slamming it shut.