Paramyth AU

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"Hello Professor Shelton!" Brock greets as his teacher storms into the room looking stressed. "Professor? What happened?"

"We have to hold off lessons today Brock. I have an emergency I need to deal with," the man states. He starts grabbing medical kits and starts to head for the door. Brock immediately follows. "Brock, I know what I said, but not this one."

"You said I can start coming with you for these once I passed your exam. I passed it with some of the highest marks you've ever had. I am coming with," Brock argues.

"No, you can't! This is far too dangerous for your first emergency. He is unstable and unpredictable!"

"Who is?"

"Jonathan. He is a fallen angel. I don't have time for this. Come with me." Professor Shelton gives in and pulls out his phone. "Pick up, pick up... Luke! Hello, can you do me that favor now? Yes, yes I need you to find the fallen angel in the alley down from the intersection of Gilmore Street and Turtle Road. Yeah that one. Protect him, do not let anyone touch him until we get there. Thank you, bye. Brock, hurry." Together they rush out the door and get into the car. They drive slightly over the speed limit and pull into the alley. They rush out of the car and slam the doors, getting the medical kits out of the back and hurrying over to the two males at the back of the alley.

"Donovan! Brock!" Luke calls out. He is standing over a boy who is bleeding from two horrible gashes in his back. "He's losing a lot of blood, he went unconscious about five minutes ago."

"Put him in the back, we need to get him out of this alley and to the office. I will do some temporary measures on our way here, Brock you drive." Luke effortlessly lifts Jonathan off the ground and places him carefully in the back of the car. Brock gets in the driver's seat, and shifts out of park. He slams on the reverse and pulls out of the alley, going more than bit over the speed limit. Professor Shelton does everything he can to keep Jonathan alive. When they arrive at the office Luke once again lifts Jonathan up and hurries him into the nearest operation room. Brock and Professor Shelton wash their hands and put on their scrubs, gloves, and masks. They clean Jonathan's wounds and wrap them in bandages.

"Ok, other than let him rest there is nothing that we can do," Donovan states. Brock and Luke nod and start to leave the room when Jon starts yelling.

"Let go! No, please! He wasn't thinking! It wasn't my fault! Please!" Jon screams, tears slipping out of his eyes. Brock immediately runs over, ignoring his mentor's audible disapproval. He lightly takes Jon's hand and whispers, asking him to wake up. Jon slowly wakes up to a blurry face and a broken heart.

"Hey, don't worry. We won't hurt you. That's a promise." Jonathan squeezes the hand that is interlocked with his and wipes his eyes with the other. With his eyes clear he stares at Brock.

"I trust you."

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"Deal."

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Lucas walks the colorless streets, regretting everything. Life became so bland after that one fatal mistake made by a stupid hormonal teenager. It truly was a pity that he loved her so much. He is just a meaningless shell that wanders around waiting for a miracle that reestablishes the emotions of life.

The world fades away until Lucas hits the curb and trips. A impact much harder than the ground knocks his breath away, his vision goes black.

"Kryoz..." Hades pauses for a second, "Vancouver, ok? Go!" Kryoz sighs and nods. He adjusts his hair and looks over his outfit one more time. He accepts it and waves his hand.

The world melts and reappears in a city. An ambulance sits on the street. Paramedics attempting to keep the body on the street alive. As he approaches he notices something fly into the boy's chest. Ignoring it he walks over to the spirit sitting on the curb watching everyone try to save him.