Fallen City

Leda

Key Five: Leda

Tyki has a special room for his own angel. He keeps her locked up in the basement. Lovely red hair tangled up in chains. She growls at her captivity. If she has to smell the cigarette smoke in her face one more time...

Tyki watches her with a twisted smirk on his face. He likes to reach out to her face to see her try and bite him. The man always drew back in time. Unlike almost all of the angels in the city and in the tower, she still has her wings. He knows that he could have control of her if he just ripped them off of her back. It all seems so easy. So why doesn't he do it? The answer is a rather simple one.

The doctor just wants someone to toy with. This angel is so strong and rather nice to look at her. It is possible that he just loves to break beautiful things. That's not fully the case though; Tyki does not think his angel is a beautiful woman by her looks. There has to be something else there. The doctor sits in front of her cage and took in her rage. This type of anger took years to build up. Brick by brick, it came up to this beautiful that he saw today. Tyki tapped his fingers against his cheek.

"You hate me, don't you?" he asked. His ears took in the low growl in front of him. The doctor leaned in closer to the cage. Her nose curls as she can smell the cigarettes on his coat. He wasn't smoking at his this moment, but he will be later on. She banked on that again.

"You really want to break out these chains and kill me, don't you?" he pushed. "I can see it in your eyes." He pulled out a fresh cigarette. "Oh yes, you snotty bitch! That would just make you happy, wouldn't it?" She sneered at him as he lit up his cigarette. He glanced over at his toy.

"You hate it when I do this, don't you?" he asked. Tyki took a smoke and blew it out into the cage. She tried to hold her breath as she turned her head. The doctor narrowed his at her.

"You pious little bitch," he hissed. "If you want to break out of this cage and kill, why haven't you done it already? Hm?" The only response is a hissing growl as she lounges at him only to be stopped short by the chains that hold her arms and wings upright. Tyki smirked as he shook his head.

"Carful," he said in a mocking tone to the angel. "You'll tear your pretty little wings if you do that. Then you won't be fun to toy with. And then what will you do?" She draws back, seeing nothing but fire with him. Above, he held the intercom buzz. The doctor snubbed out his cigarette as he rose to his feet. He glanced over his shoulder at her as he turned to leave.

"We'll talk later," he said. She frowns as the heavy steel door draws closed, blocking out the slightest light from the upstairs. Many days and nights she has dreamed about the day when she breaks free from her incarceration and goes upstairs to kill her vile lord. Just he wait; that time bomb keeps ticking away.