Right Where We Left Off

[Agenta Chainly]

It was a cold crisp day, same as the one before it. This winter seemed like it would be a hard one, nothing would be easy. At the time Agenta was off school for winter break, but it was coming close to an end. The reason for her moving was to live alongside her aunt who too was an angel. The chance to learn more about her powers and past was something that Agenta leaped for now a days. When she was 16, all she wished for was to be a normal girl. No angel wings upon her back, no powers to control. Now, her thoughts were different. The past Agenta was a fool, an innocent child that knew nothing. The current day Agenta was more mature and definitely more beautiful. Her powers to heal had become much greater, not as well as her ability to control light sadly. Agenta was now able to heal broken bones, mead cuts and sooth aching in the head and joints. Her time with her aunt was paying off greatly and only pride was showing within Agenta. Yet, it was not all happiness that surrounded her choice of coming here. She missed her brother and all those that she left behind, but something like this had to be done. 

As Agenta walked through the park, a short way to her Aunt's house, the wind gave a rough blow at the bottom of her sweater dress. Agenta closed her book and fixed her gray sweater dress. Today she found herself looking extremely cute. To cover her legs she had pink, gray and white snowflake and striped patterned leggings that went along with her white furry boots. Around her neck was a soft pink scarf that kept her neck warm. She had cute purple beaded earrings that could clearly be seen since her soft light brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun. To keep her ears warm she had on her fuzzy ear muffs that were a light purple. Around her neck was a silver jeweled necklace that had a power to it. When Agenta wore the necklace, humans couldn't see her angel wings. Due to the mysterious things happening around the city, Agenta's aunt forced her to wear it. Also, for a today only addition to her look, she had a brown leather messenger bag that carried some books she had borrowed from the library. 

[Lon Vilenti]

Pain.
His brothers' faces loomed above his frail form, his arms raised in a feeble attempt to ease their blows. He watched a warm glow grow around them as they held up the brander that their father kept in the shed behind the house. It was red from the amount of heat it held, the temperature becoing more apparent the closer they drew it to his bare stomach, his breathing sped up. They grew from short pants to hyperventilating, his screams barely sounding like his own, morphed with pain. His brothers were followers of his father as if he was some sort of god to them. They disowned their smallest brother just like their father. It disgusted him, but he felt no disgust, just agony as his flesh burned and he bled repeatedly from the brander pressed against his pale skin.
The small boy looked up at his siblings, his green eyes holding nothing but fear as he watched their faces morph, their voices twisting into low growls and cackles of malice. And there they turned from tough farm boys to monsters, bringing his arm into their hands where as soon as they touched he burned.  
Nothing but pain...
Lon woke up screaming, his eyes wide as he screamed, his body racked with chills and quivering as he fought to gain control of what was happening. People stopped to look at him with sudden fear, some even anger. He panted, his brow dripping with sweat as he realized he had fallen asleep again. He looked around, he was leaning against a tree in the park, his hands gripping onto a wooden cane. He glanced at his legs. He didn't use his wheelchair that often now. I mean, Lon was still paralyzed, but agter escaping the previous city he was able to get surgery to replace his real legs with robot legs. They were cold against him, but it allowed him to walk and run, not well, but he could. He stood up shakily, still shaken by his dream. He let out a wince as he fought to stand and leaned against his cane, the one he had received shortly after the replacement of his legs.
The boy began to walk, his eyes dark as he walked in the park. The dreams were more frequent these days, more nightmares than dreams and even then it was hard to come by any sleep. He didn't work, living off his disablement pension. It was hard, but he made it work. He still saw help from time to time, much more frequent than he used to have it. He had gotten worse ever since arriving into town. He shook his head, his head reeling as he was suddenly racked with nausea.
Oh no...
He recognized this feeling. His mouth went dry and he suddenly had the crave to kill. He reached into his jacket pocket to pull out his phone only to find its battery drained. He let out a growl of dismay and sat down on a nearby bench. This wasn't good, not at all. He couldn't call anyone to come pick him up and he was in an area with a lot of innocent people. His eyes grew dark and he watched his hands as his nails grew into claws. Luckily he was the only one to notice as he curled into a tight ball and prayed that his demon side would just go away this time.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta let out a sigh, her breath making a fog cloud in front of her. Winter was not her favorite season, but she didn't hate it either. Figuring it would be best to walk and look around, rather than read, she put her book into her brown leather bag and closed it so they wouldn't fall out. She brought her hands to her lips and breathed hot air to warm then. She had forgotten her gloves when she was making her way out of the house. A book that she had been waiting forever to get was finally in and Agenta wanted to grab it before someone else took it, luckily she did. As she walked around, she gazed at the frozen trees and the snow covered ground. It recently snowed, with a mix of ice, and everything look rather enchanting. With frozen sickles hanging from leaning trees and the ground with few prints in them, well some places anyway. It was the time for kids to play and enjoy the winter wonderland. She could see a few kids playing. They had built walls of snow and were throwing snowballs at each other, it was rather cute to be honest. One of the snowballs hit Agenta in the side and she let out a little squeal. Some of the kids froze with shock, some of them hid and one of them apologize from afar. Agenta just giggled and waved, "It's alright. Don't worry about it, have fun." 

Then, she heard the strange sound of gossip and whispers. Turning her attention towards the source, she saw a man curled up in a ball as if in pain on a bench. Agenta, being the good and helpful soul that she was, approached him. Bending over she tried to gaze upon the man's face, but couldn't. Something about this stranger bugged her, he looked familiar. "Um, pardon. Are you feeling alright? Do you need some help?" Agenta reached out her soft peach colored skinned hand towards the stranger ready to place it upon his shoulder.

[Lon Vilenti]

His instincts screamed at him to look up, but he didn't have to look at the stranger to see what it was and what they were doing. He leaned away from the outstretched hand and instead peeked up from his arm, anything below his eyes buried behind his arm. 
Lon had changed a lot too, so it wasn't a surprise that she didn't recognize him, but he recognized her. He was baffled at first, I mean, what were the odds to run into her in this rinky dink town? He narrowed his eyes at her hand, "I need a phone if you have one." He asked in a low and slightly growling voice. He felt blood spill into his mouth as his teeth grew to fangs and stretched out his gums, cutting his tongue occasionally which only put him on edge. He didn't know how much longer he could last before going bezerk or scaring the daylights out of the people by growing wings and flying off. Although he sort of preferred the latter if it meant getting away from all these people. Lon didn't want anyone to get hurt because of him.
But, if he could somehow call someone and avoid either situation he would cry. His eyes begged her to have a phone or some sort of device to get his therapist to come get him and fix him. 
Lon was taller now, not a lot, but certainly taller than he used to be. His hair had darkened, his eyes more bright and his lanky body now adorned with more muscle. He had gotten a hair cut, sort of long in the back but cut on the sides. His demon had changed too, from black hair to white and from green eyes to orange. It was quite the transformation but it was more appealing by far.

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta began to understand more about this stranger, he was a demon. So, Agenta pulled her hand away from him and reached into her bag. She dug in her bag for a few minutes and finally pulled her phone out. It was an iPhone 4 with a case that was a cherry blossom cherry. She held out her phone so the stranger could take it and use it, "I would like it back if you don't mind." Agenta couldn't take her eyes of the man, what was it that made her mind go crazy. How did she know him? Or who did he look like that made her so on edge? Agenta found it best to put those thoughts aside, figuring it would be best to not think to much about it. Looking around, Agenta noticed that people were beginning to move on, paying less attention to us, which was a good thing. Turning back to the demon, she wondered why he was losing control. Most times the demon that could be found in public could control their powers and hide themselves among humans, but this demon seemed to be losing it. Demons like him would most likely hide in the shadows fearing the new people in town. "You know, it would be better for you to hide in the shadows if you can't control it. I'm sure you have heard the rumors, the new killers that are running about. They are out to get people like us." Agenta let out a sigh and took a seat on the bench beside the stranger, crossing her legs, and gazing at the snowy lands in front of her. She waited for the stranger to call whoever he needed to come and pick him up. If worse came to worse, she would lend him her silver necklace to cover up his appearance. She could pass her wings off as a new fashion statement, but his appearance would be much harder to cover up.

[Lon Vilenti]

You could see he relief wash over his facile features, the way he visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping and his back elongating. He lifted his face, revealing the rest of his features. His pale skin was smooth and virtually unblemished, similar to porcelain even. His black hair was no beginning to turn white, the tips of his locks beginning to bleach along with his eyes which were tinged with an orange hue. 
He dropped his legs and let them dangle lifelessly over the bench as he graciously accepted the phone and quickly punched in the number he had memorized since arriving in Northbell City. He waited impatiently, a hiss escaping his lips as he exhaled. 
Two ring, three, four...
'Hello, you've reached Northbell's Psych Ward, Dr. Gomn is away at the moment, please leave a message after the tone.'
You resisted the urge to crush the phone in your hand since it was not your phone. You looked up at Agenta with hopeless, almost lifeless eyes and gave a sigh, running your hand through your hair as the tone sounded and you prepared to leave the therapist a voicemail. 
"Hey Gomn...uh, it's Lon. I-I am sort of having problems and if you could pick me up at the park that'd be f*ckig great." Your voice went from sheepish and shy to venomous and lethal. He let out a silent snarl and ended the call and begrudgingly handed back her phone. 
"Much obliged." He said with a sarcastic undertone. 
He stood up without another word and began to stalk/hobble off on his new legs. 

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta listened to his conversation, he called a doctor. Thinking back to her time she meet a boy who was in a wheelchair, he was on his way to a doctor when they meet. He was a demon in a wheelchair. He was nice and Agenta felt comfortable around him even thought he was a demon. The man beside her could not be him, maybe someone similar. Agenta couldn't think of one reason why he would come here when he had everything he needed in Nova City. Letting out a sigh, she began to miss her old home. Shaking her head she listened back in on the conversation that was going on over the phone. By the tone of his voice it sounded as thought things were not going so well. She turned to say something, but was offered her phone back. She took it and watched as he got up and began to walk away. Within that time she had got sigh of his face and her eyes grew wide. Getting to her feet she gazed at him for a little, trying to process what she saw. Unable to hold back, she ran in front of him and looked up at his face. It was him, "Lon!" Agenta was so happy to see a familiar face around this town, but it worried her as to why he was here. "What are you doing in Northbell?"

[Lon Vilenti]

Lon took a step back, his eyes slightly wide as she stopped him and called his name. He didn't really expect her to get it so late, he was slightly disappointed even. But why should she remember a little cripple from two years ago. They were both older and of course they were gonna change dramatically from their adolescent years. He cracked a smirk; still, he couldn't shake that stab of pointless disappointment. "Hey, um...long time no see?" It came out as more of a question than a greeting. He gave a black clawed wave at her but instantaneously growled at it and shoved it into his jacket. He gave puff of discomfort and began to continue walking the way he was going. He couldn't afford to lose and time between now and the day he hurt someone. 
His ears perked slightly as she asked him why he was here. He paused, contemplating on even telling her the reason he was here. "I came for help, I guess. But um, listen Agenta, if you wan you can meet me back here and we'll catch up, 'Kay? I'll even bring snacks, my treat!" He called as he bolted off into a sprint. 
He gave a low groan as the pit of his stomach tightened and an immense burning sensation pressed against his internal back. He continued to run though, not stopping until he knew he'd be safe. He pressed on until he hit the more greener and shadier part of Doghill Park. Trees were all around and he knew they'd conceal him long enough to regathering himself and get back to the girl he'd left behind. 
He quickly struggled up one of the taller trees until he was in one of the crooks between the trunk and a thick branch. He took out a thin silver cool, his last line of defense that kept him from hurting innocent people. It seemed like a lot to put into a small bit of coil. Lon slowly bound himself to the trunk from his wrist, around the tree, and to his other wrist. He relaxed against the trunk when he was finished and slowly let his mind recede into the furthered corner as the feral part of him took its rightful place as the controller of his body. 
Immense pain began to burn his back as bony wings bled from his back like a newborn baby. His hair began to bleach and his eyes tint from deep blue-green to a burnt orange. Once he had a full transformation, the more alien part of him began to hiss loudly as the silver burned against his wrists. He gave a squeal as he pulled proving that his silver coil was in fact harmful to demonic spirits and beings, including him. 

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta was beaming with delight to see a friendly face, it made her even happier to know she enjoyed being around them. Gazing at his face she could tell that he was disappointed with her. Was it because she took so long to notice. By his words and tone it seemed that he had noticed her right from the start. Coming to understand his feelings she took a step back and became less of a ball of light. "Ya it has been a while, two years." Agenta gazed down at her hands and gazed at her fingers, she felt bad for not noticing and this made things awkward. Now she felt shy and unable to speak with him, but found the strongest desire too. When she heard his reason for coming to Northbell she felt even worse. When they had meet he was ill, but seemed to be doing alright. Now that he came to a new city things must have gotten worse. During her time with him he seemed able to control his abilities as a demon well, but now.. He seemed to be in pain and struggling to control it. She wanted to help him, but was unsure how she could even help. "Hey Lon..," Agenta began to speak but was cut off as he began to speak with quick words. He seemed in a rush to go. Looking around she noticed the area was rather busy and his change might cause a panic. Thought many knew about the monsters within the city, not all and very few were welcoming. She understood that he had to go, but why did she have to leave him as well. Watching as he went past her and off to a more forest part of the park she stood in silence. Agenta took a step towards her house, but stopped. Glancing over her shoulder she began to worry. 

Letting out a sigh she began to walk swiftly after him. He had gotten a head start and she had lost sigh of him. She was puzzled as to where he had gone. Standing out from a white landscape seems like it would be easy to find someone. About ready to give up and wait for him back at the park she saw something. Footprints in the snow! Agenta's face lite up once more and she hurried towards the prints in the snow. Following them she looked around for her missing friend. "Lon," Agenta called out hoping he would answer. "Lon it's Agenta, I was worried about you so I followed." She let out a sigh, that last line made her sound like a stalker. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but it was to late to turn back now.

[Lon Vilenti]

The monster in the trees pulled and tugged on the silver binding, but each time only in vain. It was pointless to try and escape since he couldn't. Blood seeped from the burns and now deep cuts made from pulling on his restraints. It dripped onto the silver and seemed to purify as it dripped down and onto the grass. His demon made a low grumbling noise as it figured out that it's current plan was less than perfect. 
He gave a hiss as he knew he wasn't getting anywhere so long as that silver coil was wrapped around him. Lon leaned against the tree, his demon subsiding and letting him have control on e more but he wasn't transforming back to his simple form. He still had bleached white hair and burning eyes, wings still sprouted from his back and he horns sharpened to a lethal point. 
Thats when he heard her, his ears perked and shivered as he leaned over the tree to see who it was. But of course he already knew, Agenta called out for him and explained that she had followed him and he cursed lowly. 
"You know, there is a reason why I go to an empty part of the park." His voice rumbled with sarcasm and irritation. Why couldn't she keep her nose where it belonged and let him solve his own problems. Eventually he would be able to come back down once he changed again, although it would be difficult seeing as how he was bound the tree. 
"I forbid you to come any closer, you can s-stay down there." He added in a rush. 

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta heard his voice and she could hear the annoyance. In her mission to do good she ended up bothering him. She would have backed down, but she learned from her brother that nothing good ever comes from backing down. Following his voice and the prints in the snow she came to the tree in which Lon was resting. She stood at the base gazing up at his demon form. He was different, completely different. His hair, his eyes, everything she was looking out was not the Lon she knew. Never had she seen his demon form, but to many times had she seen demons that this didn't affect her. "You may be use to others who do as you command, but you will find that I'm very stubborn. Lon let me help you. You shouldn't do everything on your own." Agenta opened her angel wings and pushed of the ground and flew up towards Lon. She sat upon a branch close to his and gazed at him with a warm smile, "Please."

[Lon Vilenti]

His eyes narrowed and he pulled against the silver, smoke rising from his wrists and blood staining his wrists as he growled and resisted. His eyes flashed and he rose to his feet, pain jolting throughout his arms and make Lon's head spin and splotches blot his vision. He didn't know how lover he could hold out without going under completely. He bared his teeth at her and he heard himself start growling at her whatever he thought in his head. 
"What do you mean used to it? No one ever listens to me, ever! I've always had to rely on myself for help, e-even now! I'm 19 years old and I can't even keep a job for more than a month! Don't you get it? I can't be helped, not by you, or anyone else." He said, his voice stuttering mad his words faltering and struggling to make to her. 
That wasn't him talking. Well, it was but that was his alter ego, his demon. That's what he truly thought and felt. On the outside he was a selfish jerk with a chip in his shoulder, but on the inside? He was nothing more than a lost child crying for someone to hear his pleas. He yanked on the silver, dark blood staining onto the snow below, almost black. He gave a hell and fell to his knees, his arms pulled behind him and his head hanging as he turned away. 

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta looked at him with gentle blue eyes. He had suffered greatly, not just now but in the past as well, and Agenta couldn't say she knew how it felt. Not to his level for the only pain she knew was the pain of watching the house she grew up with burn to the ground with her parents inside. Being pulled by Sam, not allowing her to join her parents among the flames. The sad part is, no one could ever tell how the fire started. As Agenta grew with her powers and became to understand them more she felt as if she had done it. Without knowing started the fire with her powers which makes her feel even worse about everything. She pushes it aside saying that was just her sad side making things up. Agenta has always been there to help others, even those who didn't deserved it, but she never turned away not when it really mattered. So, even thought Lon didn't want her to help, or made it seem that way, she would help him. "How do you know? How do you know I can't help you? You haven't even let me try too." Looking at his wrist she notices the silver bracelet that he was pulling at. Was this a way he kept his demon in line? If she took it off would he be alright? She noticed the blood and couldn't hold back anymore, she had to help him. Placing a gentle hand upon his, she covered the silver bracelet with her other hand. A gentle glowing light began to shine from under. Removing her hand, the bracelet fell into the snow, burnt and melted away. Hovering her hand above his wrist a light once more glowed. His skin was healed back, he had new blood and no infections. It was like it never happened. "I have learned that I can heal your legs," Agenta didn't look in his eyes. "I haven't reached that power yet, but my aunt told me I could heal your legs and other cases like that. If you want I could help you when I become stronger." Agenta held Lon's hand in hers and didn't look up to meet his gaze.

[Lon Vilenti]

He smirked, his head tilting to the side as he turned away to glance down at the snow. He could spot a few children playing around in the snow among the other trees. He knew that their histories would never touch the same grounds. Other than losing family they had nearly nothing in common. It was almost comical in a way that the differed so much. Agenta had lost her family to a fire rending them to death; Lon had lost his family due to being weak and undermined, he was tossed aside and the only looks he ever got were from his weak mother. He had no one to fall back on should he trip and make a mistake. There was no where else to fall except cold, hard, concrete reality. 
He felt the strain in his wrists release and he slumped forward, his bleached locks of hair falling into his eyes. His forehead touched his knees and his arms went slack. He felt a soothing warmth wash over his wrists, but it was a moment short-lived. Soon after the wounds healed they reopened, a burning even worse then before replacing the burns. 
He gave a dark and cruel chuckle and closed his eyes, "My dearest, you don't realize that your powers are uneffective against a demon. Angels and devils don't mix well, and neither do our powers I fear." She couldn't help, she couldn't heal his physical pains or anything like that with just a snap of her fingers. Lon was a demon no matter what he told himself, and Agenta was an angel, should she try to heal him he'd only end up burned and hurting. 

[Agenta Chainly]

Agenta removed her hand when she noticed that her power wasn't working, but rather causing him more pain. Looking at his wrist she listened to his words and understood. There has always been a line between angels and demons and always would be. It was something that was so natural it was similar to breathing air. Thought it was so natural and part of knowledge Agenta had forgotten about it. Was it her desire to help others that made her forget the difference between them? Or was it the desire to keep Lon close? She was so lonely when she came to this city. She had her aunt, but it not like living in Nova. She had friends, many friends, and was always with someone. It had been such a long time since she had seen a friendly face and now that she had one here in Northbell she feared letting him go. As if she would see him this day and would never see him again.


Agenta felt a pain as she thought how greedy she was. Lost in thought she fluffed her resting wings after feeling that they had grown tense. Looking into Lon's fire like demon eyes, she gave him another soft smile. "Say, do you remember when we meet? It was in the park back in Nova City.  You were still in your wheelchair at the time and you had fallen down a hill. I helped you up and offered to take you to your Doctor's meeting that you had to go to. While you were inside I helped a little boy who has lost his mother and when I was gone I saw a fair. I was so happy and I knew I had to return to you. Once I did I asked if you wanted to go, but we never went in the end." Agenta gave a small joyful sigh thinking back on the times she had in Nova, but she didn't turn her gaze away for long. Resting her bright blue eyes upon Lon was once more she gave him a bright smile. "I can't use my powers to heal you, you are correct about that. Yet, that doesn't mean I can't heal it. I can help it recover. I can watch over you and make sure it heal's back properly. Sadly, I don't have anything with me at the moment because I never planned on healing anyone, but if you come with me to my aunt's apartment I can do something."