Fallen Angel

Part 11

Agent Mills stumbled back, yelling into the mic. "Subject is free! Repeat Subject is free"! Anti lashed the Agent across the face with heated net, knocking him to the ground. The agent rolled away from Anti, grabbing Mark by the back of his neck and yelling out. "Come any closer and I'll kill him"! Anti dropped the net, saying menacingly. "Kill him and you'll have nothing to stop me from killing you... slowly". The agent quickly put a weird pen to Mark's neck, snapping back. "How would you feel about watching acid melt away his throat then? Then you'd have to decide. Him. Or me"? Anti tried to move forward, but his legs didn't appear to listen. Anti turned his head to look at his shoulder, grumbling out. "He'll kill him anyway. Let me go". He turned his head the other way as Sean's voice calmly stated out. "Let me help you... I'm not loosing him".

The agent shoved the pen closer against Mark's neck, asking seriously. "What is he doing? Who is he talking too"? Mark wasn't listening to the agent though. He had become distracted with Anti's body. Anti's body was shaking violently and tears of blood began to pour from his eyes as he panted loudly. What was happening to him? Anti tilting his head back, screaming out in pain as blood burst from his back. The agent jumped in fright, while Mark swallowed uneasily. From Anti's back, two thin bones stretched out high behind him. As the bones stretched out into the air, they turned different colors. One wing bone turned white and began to grow charred white feathers. While the other wing bone turned back and began to stretch out into a bat like wing with holes burned into it.

Mark heard voices on the agents ear pierce, asking curiously. "What's going on down there? Agent Mills? What is happening with the suspect"? Anti lowered his head and Mark let all the air leave his lungs. Anti's right eye was black with a green iris, but his left eye was a normal crystal blue like Sean's. It was like they were merged together. Split down the center. Agent Mills shakily grabbed for his mic, nervously stating out. "Guys... We may have a problem. Our angel... He's become a Nephilim". Sean stared the officer down as he told the agent very seriously. "Don't make me hurt you, Agent Mills. Just get up and leave". Agent Mills staggered to his feet, yanking Mark up with him, when he answered professionally. "Sean Mcloughlin. You are to come with me to answer for the outbreak at Pax! Where you will be detained until a cure has been found! And for the deaths of our agents"!

Sean raised his hands calmly, stating out. "I understand, but I need you to listen. This doesn't have to be like this. Let's just talk this over and-". Sean was cut off by a dart whizzing in front of his face from the nearest helicopter. Sean shook his head, grumbling out bitterly. "I offer peace and you choose war. So, be it". Sean raised his hand and simply snapped his fingers, causing the nearest helicopter to explode in the air. Mark gawked at Sean. Something was wrong. Sean wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He was becoming as aggressive as... Anti now. The second helicopter flew into position as the first one splashed into the water and Sean's eyes narrowed on it. Sean's voice even became a distorted mix between Sean and Anti as he called out sharply. "You guys are REALLY starting to PISS ME OFF"!

Agent Mills called out to Sean, trying to distract him away from the helicopter. Sean didn't fall for it and Mark's blood turned to ice. Anti didn't fall for him trying to distract his attention from his friends at Pax either. Mark yanked himself away from Agent Mills and ran up to Sean. Sean was raising his hand again, getting ready to snap his fingers again. When Mark rushed in to grab his wrist and lowered it down, just as the loud 'Snap' filled the air. Although, instead of the helicopter blowing up, the ocean suddenly burst upward in a massive spray of sea water. The water burst so high into the air that it coated the underside of the helicopter in water and the force caused a large wave to brush higher up the shore to soak them to the knees. Sean turned to look at him with fury in his eyes, but Mark quickly cupped his face to very softly tell Sean. "Sean, this isn't you! Don't let your anger control you! You can control it".

Sean's eyes narrowed on him like he was having trouble thinking or switching emotions. So, Mark pressed his lips to Sean's in a slightly aggressive kiss. He wasn't sure who was really in control right now... but they both responded to his kiss. He just hoped that it was enough to bring out a different emotion in them. Sean's arms wrapped around Mark's neck and as Sean broke the kiss to bury his face against his neck, he mumbled out. "Mark...I'm scared". Mark wrapped his arms tightly around Sean's waist, telling him softly. "It's going to be fine. Can you fly"? Sean lifted his head and expanded his wings, when Mark felt a sharp pain hit his neck. Mark was only able to reach up and pull the dart free, before his body started to go numb. Had they intended to hit Sean and missed? As Mark weakly fell against Sean's chest, he heard Sean start to call his name.

His vision was blurring, but something was happening. There was more people on the beach now. He could see Sean tearing through a few of them... While someone was dragging him farther away from Sean. Then everything went black. To Be Continued...