Busted Knee caps.

Life in a wasteland.

A wave of black gas pushed every corner of the building covering the red flickering madness, that consumed most of the sight of who ever found themselves there. Two hands grabbed the collapse remains, that covered the doorway. Pulling back, their shoulders took the caved in remains,  to the side. Hurling it into the green grass. Then and only then, did an opening form, just big enough for the red demon to get her horns under, if she ducked down.

“Chelan!” busted from their lungs, as they pushed under the boards, “Chel-” the black smog attacked their throat. Causing them to hack it up. Instead of letting this press them away from the gas chamber, it only gave them a feeling of urgency. Quickly they went deeper into the cottage. Seeing a faint silhouette through the black, that seemed to be their table. Yet now it was more in shambles. 

The flames only kept rising, it past the stove, the cubborts and didn't seem to stop there.  Hearing a crash, that forced down on the remains of fallen wood, that was her entrance, there was no turning back now. Before she had the chance to come closer to the sleeping quarters, another sound forced into her. Pushing her to the side. Causing a single sick to pierce her left shoulder. Everything faded, as the noise around her seemed nonexistent.

….

Watching the other stand there. Looking at someone he thought was respectable. Only made his face narrow as the other. Anything would have done. A singular movement, them speaking, anything.

"Wodahs, a moment ago I thought I was the only one left." Everything looked to be racing for them. For she didn't do much to flee from his words.

"The only one left?" yet that bravery was better than nothing, it still wasn't the best thing to be heard, "A moment ago I was dealing with the ones, you didn't seem to think of." His voice starched up. Only for it to holt deep into his diaphragm. Clenching his fist tightly, causing his nails to irritate his inner palm. A bigger brother of his would have found his state ironic.

"Wodahs please, you must understand, I never meant," Her breath was quiet. Seeing the other's heart, that was painted on his wrist.

"Listen Etihw." He took a step back, "Fix it." Snarling softly, his heals turned. Planting flat on the ground, as he made his way back to the place he was needed. The same place you would find many who needed him. Not whatever this once noble place had hid from. The ground was dry, and it smothered his nose. Yet the fire that blew out his mind grew stronger.

The bees have perished, along with the little things that used to flutter. Up head, that came soon to be his location, had houses upon houses that looked more like a junkyard, that someone forgot to tear apart all the way. Everyday, before that day would be looking into this. Looking at this waste of space, he thought was safe. Further from that was the makeshift stone yard. Most of the bothered dirt, was unmarked; with those who's bodies were too mangled to be recognized. Mothers who looked for their sons. Sons, who waited for thier sisters. Parents gone, children forced to live on, and vise versa. All of them, hoping that they at least get to know that, that corpse isn't their kin. 

"Wodahs." A familiar green demon, walked up to them slowly. Clenching the big black jacket, she was meaning to give to someone. Her eyes hopelessly seamless as they rested to the angel. 

The other looked down. Taller than the other by a landslide. Tempting another little angel to walk over to the two. This little angel had hair of gold. Wearing a dress, of somewhat old fashioned design. 

"Yosafire." The angel whispered. Glancing at the higher power. Placing her hands on her shoulder, as she gently tugged her away.

"Did you find any one?" Unintentionally ignoring the others plead, her body only stepped closer to the one eyed man. This only made froze more persistent, in her warnings. Before freezing up entirely. Once his eyes met the young demon, her spine began to feel a jolt of energy crawl up it. The head angle nodded his head slowly. Before he glided straight passed the two.

"You shouldn't do things like that." She said, after the other angel was a good enough to be called gone, "he obviously wasn't in a good mood."

"He said he found someone, you don't think it was them, do you?" Yosafire avoided the other's guidance, to run her own opinion off. She was only met with an uneasy scowl.

"If it was that, he probably took care of it, Yosafire," she sighed, "we need to trust in them more." Still static as ever, but this time she whispered plainly.

"Froze, you don't really know that, for sure." 

"I-" stumped, Froze looked to the demon, "I trust them." Sadly, this wasn't a good enough reason for the apple haired girl. Fixing her glasses, the demon shook her head, and walked away. Leaving the icey female to look on at the road, to where the head angel came from.

The demon went from door to door, of the building. Peeking in at the gray dusted windows. Sighing as she saw what the rebel left them with. Continuing on, passing door after door. Until she made it to the far left corner. The more she went, the worse it seems to become. The last door, what used to be the younger students classroom, was now used as a med bae. Her frail body, pressed against one of the entrance. Trying to see through the ashes, of the window. Yet, nothing reached back to her. 

"I know you're there, now go." Whispered the depth, of the furthest corner. Having the red eyed female to move slightly in her place. Respecting the wishes of what was a friendly voice.