His Darkened Wings

Bitches Be Crazy (12)

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Chapter Twelve

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~ The hidden owl

- nemesis of claustrophobic minds

-awake! for mammal flesh

-fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.

Rock-still

I perch in sculptured oneness with my crooked night-tree,

emanating nocturnal allure.

Together we scowl

together we play the dark upon the land and sky and mind

while you lie as dead in your box.

Mark R Slaughter

‡‡‡‡Crisann's POV‡‡‡‡

"Here are the coordinates to the camp as you requested." Serena chimed, walking up to me and handing me the folder. I opened the white folder and began skimming over the details. We had gotten a bit of information concerning a hideout full of 'Pure Ones', angels, whatever you want to call them. They think they're the shit, the most pure and the most intelligent.

Though if you were to ask someone like myself, someone who has seen the sick twisted demented things these so called 'Saints' will do for power. You see thats just it, power is just like love, power rules their minds and corrupts their judgement. It only leaves them wanting more and more without thinking of what they are sacrificing to get it or even if its worth it in the long run.

"Ithureil and I shall check the compound out to see what's going on." I said as I finished skimming the file and tossed it onto the table. Afterwards I headed off down the east corridor towards Ithureil's room.

Making it to his door I rapped on it a few times and waited, He didn't answer. Now im not a very patient person, so when I got to the third rap things started to get a bit ugly. I banged, kicked and yelled for him to open the mother fucking door before I shoved my foot right up his ass and kicked out his teeth from the inside.

The response this time was immediate. The door flew open and revealed Ithureil in his pajamas. "Crisannthamum." Is all he said. He looked incredibly sleepy, something that was a bit off considering he went to his room early yesterday.

"Ithureil." I responded, nodding to him.

"Did you need something?" He asked scanning over me.

"Yes, your going to accompany me to a hideout... its supposed to be full of Angels and you know the deal. We get rid of them and the attack rate on this place lowers. So what do you say, are you in?" I requested.

He ran his hand over his face a few times before answering me. "Definitely." He answered as he went back inside to get changed. I can't say that wasn't awkward and I didn't say much. I still had not spoken to him since he kissed me but that was his fault. He wants something that he's not going to get, he wants me and truthfully I just don't see it happening.

That being done I walked back to my chambers and out of my top and into a black short sleeved top and a pair of leather pants. After that I laced up my combat boots and tied my hair back. It seemed that all I did was tie my hair back, maybe I should just wear it shorter.

When I finished getting my attire perfected I headed down into the armory. The door to the armory is guarded by hounds so when a new person joins our ranks they are required to be sniffed out by them, if they aren't... let's just say its not pretty. Not pretty isn't even accurate, more like its a freaking tragedy. When I made it to the door they woke up and walked towards me, their black eyes shimmering under the radiant glow of the light.