Septiplier - Angel

Poor Guy

Mark POV:

The site that was forced into my view was dreadful. There he was Sean, on the ground in a ball curled up trying to protect himself for whatever was coming his way. I wanted to sprint over but for some reason I felt frozen in my spot. Slowly his aura started to become darker, and there it went the first blow to his back. You could even see from this distance how agonizing this was for him. Some boy started screaming things at him, words that I wish to have been able to remove from my memory. Soon enough my anger got the best at me and in seconds all the boys were on the ground groaning in pain, I picked up the one that seemed to be in charge and started shouting at him, my voice dripped with anger and disgust. I dropped him after my rant and he immediately crumbled to the ground. I quickly turned my attention away from the weaklings that were moaning in pain and passed it to the small young boy on the ground. I could feel myself immediately get worried and I was surprised I could change my emotions so fast. He tried turning his head, but he looked like he instantly regretted it as he let out a small whimper which made me snap. He needs help. What am I doing just standing here? I rapidly turned my frozen state into a sprint, but I still couldn't make in time. I was right in front of him and that's when his whole body just shut down. I started to freak out, is he dead? Did I just let him die? Have I failed? I carefully picked him up and dragged myself thru the streets trying to find the house that the angels had assigned to me, I really hope that he makes it and I didn't just watch him die.

/Time Skip/ (why am I always putting time skips with Mark's POV but never with Sean's?)

I lied this pure little lad into one of the beds that I found in the house. I carefully put two pain killers on the little cabinet with a cup of water and some fresh clothes for him I hope he doesn't freak out or anything when he wakes. I was about to leave when an idea popped into my head. I quietly ran out of the room and got three pieces of paper and a pen, on the first piece of paper I wrote "eat me", on the second I scribbled down "drink me" and on the last one I jotted down "wear me". I put the first two on the cabinet and the third one on the clothes. Happy with what I have done I left the room, and made myself some coffee. I will make sure that he is safe.