✓ Golden Eyes ➣ j. kline

sixteen

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ARYA GROANED, CRADLING the side of her head. There was a loud ringing that consumed her senses for the first few seconds as she came too.

"Jack?" She called out. She still had her eyes closed, her head spinning from using energy to help Kaya open up the portal to the another world.

"Arya?" It sounded like a distant call compared to the ringing that echoed in the girl's ears. Finally she opened her eyes and gasped, staring at the woman in front of her.

"Mary," Arya smiled in relief, then she saw the cage, her expression contorting into one of absolute horror. "What have they done to you?" her voice rising slightly causing Mary to flinch.

"We made it," Arya jumped at the voice that sounded next to her. Turning sharply she saw Jack on the ground, slowly sitting up.

"We did it didn't we?" Arya smiled, exhaustion ebbed into her bones. They made it to Apocalypse World, now they just needed to get Mary back home.

"Run," Mary whimpered to the pair. Both turned to the injured woman.

"But we're here to rescue you," Jack questioned.

"Run," Mary repeated, her eyes glazed over almost unseeing. Arya stood quickly, stumbling a little when the blood rushed to her head. She made her way toward Mary's cage and took the lock in her hand, heating her hand to burn it off.

"Who's there?" The three turned to face the man in the doorway. Jack's eyes glowed golden, shifting his body to be in front of the women.

Mary's face turned to one of horror as she squirmed in her spiked cage. The man's eyes raked over the human and male nephilim until they landed on Arya.

"You," he growled lowly before smiling wickedly "Michael would love to see you again."

At the comment the air around Jack seemed to tighten as he stood protectively in front of his partner.

"She's not going anywhere with you," Jack growled. Arya saw the angel's eyes light up a crystal blue.

"Run," Mary said again behind Arya. The girl shook her head and turned around to get Mary out, but came face to face with a dark skinned man in a grey trench coat. Almost instantly she was overwhelmed by the power radiating from him.

"Too late," he grinned. Arya's eyes widened and she stepped back until she was back to back with Jack who was facing off against three other angels.

Both pulled on the power of their grace, their eyes glowing like embers. Jack pulled out his angel blade and Arya summoned her own blade. The man who Arya assumed was Michael didn't act fazed as he leaned against Mary's cage, causing it to rack. Mary cried out as the spikes pierced her sides, arms, and legs.