xp_logs | MoR Dreamscape

"Jesus," Jay swore to himself and quickly thought up an apology only God could hear. He was tired tonight and for whatever reason, going to work was so not appealing in any way, shape or form. He wished he had Wednesday nights off too because then he could sleep and not have to worry about sleeping through his Thursday morning class. Maybe he would just pin his eye lids to his eyebrows and pour coffee all over his face. Hell, maybe he should just take red bull and see if he could hype his way through the class without getting a second wind like he always did when it was over.

Pausing mid flight, Jay hovered, flapping his wings to keep himself air borne and ran his hands over his tired eyes, trying painfully to suppress the headache that wanted to emerge. "Damnit," he sighed and stopped when he saw something in the air. Something firey and it was going pretty fast. Naturally, he wanted to investigate, abruptly taking a turn and heading towards the trail of fire rather than away. He still couldn't see it until he was just upon it.

"Angel!" he called out. "Angel wait!"

It was almost impossible to hear anything outside the realm of Big and Loud, like say a plane, but it was one of the things all of Angel's flight instructors had drilled into her head. Besides, it was kind of hard to miss a guy with giant red wings diving your way. Grinning, the teenager slowed down some and did a lazy roll so she was now on her back. Not the smartest way to fly but there was nothing around them but miles and miles of sky.
And not much beneath them, either, since Angel was being careful in where she flew these days. People were still antsy after the attack on New York and she didn't want to cause any trouble by going for a flight. But asking Angelica Jones to not fly was about as useful as asking her to not go for a swim.

"Hey, Jay!" she yelled over the wind, wiggling her fingers at him in greeting.
Jay flew over to her and fell into flight along side, careful not to get too close because being burned was not a pleasant feeling, nor was falling. "What's up? Why are you out right now? It's dark."

"Best time for flying!" she responded before pointing up. The blue flames around her hand illuminated the sky about them for a little while but after that the calming darkness rushed back in. "It's not like I need the sun to see by."

"You're too young to be outside at this time. What if, ya know, someone got real ambitious and tried to get you or something?" Jay wasn't overly worried about her but he couldn't believe she was out like this.

A couple of months - weeks - ago, she'd have just laughed at him. A little bit. Now she just shrugged. "I'm not that far out from the mansion," Angel explained, tilting her head backwards. They were still over some of the grounds, actually. "I don't go - out. I go up. I don't have night jobs like some of the people around here so I get to play more."

"What? Ah get to play too. Ah'm on my way to work now, but also gettin' mah nightly workout. You can still play and be old, yanno." Jay swooped down to her and swiped the air above her shoulder, folding his wings and going immediately into a dive. "Tag! you're it!"

He hadn't actually gotten her shoulder; just the area above it but it was the thought that counted. Angel let out a shriek of surprise before turning it into a war whoop as she spun around, using a combination of good old gravity and thrust to allow her to follow him.
Jay looked behind him only brief to see the fire and he lunged forward, spreading his wing, catching the air abruptly and throwing him back, up and over her, set to climb instead of dive now. He was going back the way they came. "Too slow!" he taunted, though it was doubtful she even heard him.

She could tell a taunt when she saw one, a product of growing up with as many cousins as she had. Angel spun back around as even more blue flame spat out from behind her, causing her to rocket upwards again. Mr. Guthrie might be all quick and nimble - sudden turns were not really her best friend - but she was fast.

"Whooo!!!" Jay cat called her and dived again, fanning his wings out when he got lower towards buildings and swooped around the corner of one, disappearing. When she rounded the corner, Jay was crouching on a ledge and jumped off the building when she passed. "Still too slow!" he joked. His wings soared, cutting through the wind and a snowflake kissed his cheek. Damn, it was starting to snow.

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His converse sank, suctioning deeper in the mud and threatened to be pulled off as he broke into a run. Others ran around him, stumbling, falling. He didn’t fall like they did. He led them, breaking free of the restraints that held him. They were free. They needed to get away and bolted towards the fence. They only had to get over that six foot high chain link fence and then they were truely free.

A dart sailed past him and he turned his gaze briefly. Spotlights searched overhead, lighting up the sky but blacking the ground around him. He couldn’t see. He needed to see. He had to see what happened to the others around him.

A siren rose, alarming the compound that they were trying to escape and he turned back around, rushing to get out there. His pace picked up and jumped over another prisoner who fell. He couldn’t help him. He wanted to but he’d get caught. More tests would be done. They would never escape again. All around them, he could see that they were falling, one after another, not killed but tranquilized. His skin was slicked with mud, his wings covered in it too and he ran. He would never get off the ground like this. He would never make it to the fence.

God, they were gaining.

Forge ran by him in a hurry, big and bulky to his slimmer size, and got to the fence but fell when two darts hit his back. He pulled himself half way up, clawing for the top, trying to get away, but the drugs were quick. His friend's fingers slipped off the fence. Jay took flight, his arms hooked under Forge and he flew over the fence, but couldn’t get over. The barb wire caught them. More darts flew past him and Jay pulled and pulled. If Only he could get them just beyond the fence, then they would be safe. They would be free. He broke from the fence, the steel bending to their weight and they crashed into the ground, rolling in mud and down the hill. The pair fell in a heap; Jay couldn’t help his friend in his fall and Forge hit a tree on the way down, halting his descend. Jay stopped at the bottom of the hill, rolling on his back with a groan, pain lacing up through his spine. He was free, but he was tired. So tired. It was dark and the sirens seemed far away, but he knew someone was coming, someone would find them. They weren’t far away enough. They would be caught. Someone would catch them.

He was there for a long time, groggy. He knew it was a long time because he couldn't get up, couldn't focus, couldn't grasp at anything. Knowing he couldn’t move, he heard voices around him and tried to rise but fell back down. The people, they were surrounding him, standing over his body, deciding what to do with him. He was the trouble within their circle. He was better off dead.

No, not dead. Fixed. Yes, lets fix him.

Jay stood up in the alley. Blood, his blood, covered the floor. It covered him. It was on the walls, the door; he could even taste it on his bottom lip. No, not his blood. Tommy’s. His eyes feasted, glancing with distain on the converse that belonged to the broken body beneath him. His fingers gripped the throat, cutting off the scream falling from those beautiful lips and he could feel the last breath burn under his skin. His thin Metal wings cut through the shoulders of the brunette and Jay crucified the blood of his justice across the alley wall.

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His skin burned, forcing his fingers to curl in a flex, listening to the distance and steady voice. For a moment, Jay didn’t move. Then he resisted, the restraints holding him down and his spine arched as he fought, throwing his head back in a predatory screech that wanted more blood.