You Helped Me? (Warren Worthington III/ Angel x Reader)

Chapter 2: Showtime!

"Wait, right away? Just like that?" I was being borderline dragged across the floor, my feet still not having woken up from being tied to the chair just yet.

"Yep." His grip on my arm was getting harder as he pulled me along.

I was starting to think that his strength was a bit higher than in a normal human. Sure, he was a big guy - almost looks like a bodybuilder - but I've fought guys similar to him before and none of them have ever had this kind of strength.

"You're a mutant, too?" My mouth moved before I even realized what I was saying. "I'm not going to fight you, am I?"

Maybe I sounded just a little too incredulous, because our good friend Hank chuckled a little, breaking his stoic appearance.

"No," as we moved into a more well-lit area, I noticed that he was bald. "Jason and I are coworkers. He likes to talk and I-" I began to hear cheering from the direction we were heading

"I like a more hands-on approach." With those words, he thrust through a metal door and into a closed off-pathway.

People lined the sides of the pathway to what I assume is the fighting ring, both of which were inclosed by chain-linked fencing. Jeers and insults were being thrown at me from every direction.

"Freak!" "Weirdo!" "Mutie!"

This crowd's pretty vanilla if those are the worst insults they can come up with.

"Whore!"

Ooo, level up buddy, nice one.

At this point, my feet were able to carry my weight probably and I was walking perfectly fine without Hank dragging me along. I stretched out my neck and my arms as much as I could as I walked up to the outside of the ring.

Once we reached the door to the cage, Hank pushed past me to open the door. I strutted my way in. If I might die tonight, I might as well act my best and most confident.

"Uh, Hank, there's no one here." Turning to face the brute, I gave him a confused look, but he had taken up his vow of silence again. He grabbed my hands and disabled the power-blocking handcuffs.

As the cuffs clicked and fell off, I forgot about everything else and took my chance to get away. I closed my eyes and focused on the little park by the river that my parents would take me to when I was little, the safest place I could think of right now.

When I opened my eyes, I was... on the other side of the ring? Why can't I teleport out of here?

"Oh, you're one of those mutants, huh? A teleporter" A voice laughed at me from above.

"What?" I jumped back and looked up to see a man with white wings perched precariously on a beam in the fence. The door slams as Hank closes it. I ran back to it, to see if I could get some answers.

But as I slam into the door, an electric shock pushes me back off.

"Ow, fuck." I exclaimed. "What the hell?

The man laughed again, but this time from directly behind me.

"What, Jason didn't give you the lowdown before he threw you in here?" I turned to face him and get a better look. Now that he'd stepped into better light, I could see his features much better. He had almost angelic wings that were hidden under a layer of dirt, blood, and injuries. His torso was lacking a shirt, most likely due to the huge wings protruding from his back. Scattered across his body and face were cuts and bruises, some new, some old. 

I had called him a man earlier, but now after seeing him up close, I can't believe that he is much older than me. He must be around 19, maybe 20 - no more than 2 years older than me. Just barely old enough to be called an adult. Coiled like a halo around his head were matted blonde curls, further cementing his appearance as an angel. "The fence is electrified, try to be more careful. Don't want my opponent frying up before we even have a chance to fight, won't be very interesting for the audience."