A slim form laid on the sidewalk, debris floating around his head. He was curled into a ball, trembling. Small whimpers crawled from his mouth, alternating with the pants. His clothes had been white, now they were smeared with dirt, from the boy tossing and turning in pain. His shirt had slits in the back, from which tiny stubs protruded. The were still dripping blood, caked with dirt. The muscule hung limply from the torn flesh. Around the boy, in his blood and the mud, white feathers that hadn't been carried off by the wind were scattered, occasionally fluttering into the street connecting to the filthy alley.

The boy was an angel, banished for a crime he hadn't thought of. He protected a demon, releasing the poor thing from his silver chains. He'd quickly teleported the demon to Earth, hoping he'd be smart enough next time to not let himself be caught. Ciniel was an angel, a fallen angel now. His wings had been mercilessly cut from his body, while the angel was left to scream in agony, plumetting down to the Earth.

This had all happened in such a short time, though Ciniel had been laying in the same spot for almost three days. His stomach was expierancing pain he'd never felt before, hunger. Though the white haired male;s body was too weak to climb out of the alley and beg food from these humans wandering around. Not that he'd be able to hide what was left from his wings, anyway. Ciciel's grip tightened around his knees, another sob tearing from his throat, and a few tears dribbled from his purple eyes.

Jake had been wondering ever since he was released and he hadn't found anywhere to stay so he wandered the streets at night searching for something that he just didn't know what it was and he had been searching for someone to be friends with.

Jake walked around looking for some food until he found some left over chips on the table in a fish and chip shop, then he walked along a sidewalk and he happily ate some chips until he heard some crying, so he walked toward where the sound was coming from then notice a boy, so he ran towards him and was about to roll him on his back but stopped when he saw the stump from his wings then gasped and looked into his eyes and said "are you ok?" then offered his chips

The deformed angel had moaned, shifting slightly as he heard footsteps apporaching. He was too weak to hide his wings, however, his eyes fluttering shut, opening as the steps quicken. He couldn't be sure, his vision was hazy and everything seemed to blur together, but Ciniel was fairly sure that it was the demon he'd helped crouched next to him.

'Are you okay?' The words pierced through Ciniel's haze, making the boy blink in wonder. His chapped lips opened, then closed. He managed to shake his head, though he had to close his eyes for a moment due to the effort it had taken him. One hand uncurled from his knees, reaching to grab the offered chips he could barely make out. He gave a small groan, his hand dropping and splashing into the mud around the male, unable to hold his hand up to get to the food Ciniel so desperatly needed.

Jake watched the fallen angel's attempt to take the food fail and he didn't know what to do other than get him into the dry, so he took a chip and place it into Ciniel's mouth then carefully lifted him onto his back and carried him down the road looking to see if anyone was around, but there was no-one so he quickly and carefully carried Ciniel into the abandoned warehouse where Jake lived and placed Ciniel on a bed which was only a materas, and gave Ciniel another chip

The angel had gratefully chewed the chip, his eyes barely opening to peer warily at the demon. As he was carried, he gave small whimpers, the blood from his wings dripping unto the cement below them as they moved. Ciniel hadn't fought back, though, one arm hanging limly over the chest, the other nuzzled between the two bodies. As the walked, though each step seemed to reverberate through his body and congregate in his tiny stubs, Ciniel was able to regain conciousness, shaking his head feebly as he was carried into some building. He was placed on a bed, automantically crying out in pain, and managing to role unto his side. He curled into a ball there, much like he'd been in the alley. The other chip was accepted, and swallowed gratefully, although it was clear from Ciniel's eyes he didn't trust the demon who'd helped him.

Jake placed the chips by Ciniel's head and walked off and went rummaging through all the stuff he had stored, he sorted trough baseball bats knives and all others sorts of weapons then he pulled out a medical box and started rummaging through it and was mumbling curses at the fact there was everything but what he needed he walked and rummaged for atleast a hour until he finally got a bandage and a safety pin and walked over to the fallen angel knelt down next to him and said "if this hurt I'm sorry but i have to" then he unwrapped the bandage and started coiling it around the left overs of Ciniel's wings

The angel had slowly inched his hand up to the bag of chips. His gaze kept fading in and out, but he managed to keep an eye on Jake, and an eye on the bag. When he finally reached the bag, Ciniel shovelled the chips into his mouth, though it made his jaw hurt. He was unused to chewing, as an angel he hadn't had to eat.

He had just finished the bag, feeling a tad bit stronger, when Jake was standing over him. His voice sounded fuzzy to the Ciniel's ear, his body had been through so much it was hard for it to focus on a single thing. Sorry...for what? The angel didn't speak aloud, however, only a moan could make it out of his throat.

As Jake began dressing the stumps of wings on Ciniel's back, the angel's eyes shot up and widened, the male letting out a bloodcurtling scream. His hand flailed in the air for a moment, before Ciniel was too weak to hold it up anymore, and let it drop. He whimpered now, and sobbed, the tiny stubs occasionally impeding Jake's efforts by attempting to flap.

Jake had a struggle and one point he said sharply and harshly "be still or ill rip them off!" after a while he finally managed to repair his stubs and he sighed in relieve that he managed to fix them and then he walked off again and started rummaging but this time he found what he was looking for quicker it was a bottle of medicine that puts people to sleep, then he poured a bit into Ciniel's mouth and made sure he swallowed.

The angel had fallen silent at Jake's words, whimpering slightly. An occasional mew came from him, when the demon bumped them painfully. When Jake left his side, the fallen boy had lifted his head, watching warily. The demon came back with a bottle, and Ciniel began tossing his head back and forth, spitting out the liquid Jake had poured into his mouth. He shook his head, croaking, "N-no...what is that?"

Jake continued to struggle telling the angle its nothing to worry about but in the end he gave up through the bottle on the floor and shouted "fine! go to sleep your self just don't keep me up with your whimper's of pain or I'll put you to sleep forcefully!" he walked of to the wall and punched it so hard that his knuckles started to bleed but ignored the pain and kept punching the wall. After the 5th hit he gave up and walked to the door, shut it and then climbed to his favorite window where the moon light came through and just sat there gazing at the stars.

(Sorry. I tend to procrastinate.)

The angel had whimpered, recoiling from Jake's voice as if the male had stuck him. He watched the demon hit the wall silently, and curled into a tighter ball as the other male departed. So many stories Ciniel had heard, telling him the monstrousities demon's were capable of. It was so hard to figure out if the male wished to make him better, just to hurt him worse. Ciniel fell asleep, debating over these facts.

((what dose procrastinate mean))

Jake sat there staring at the stars for atleast 1 hour until he finally calmed down and got a pen and paper then started writing a apology that said I'm sorry for shouted, i know you probably think I'm a monster but you can be really annoying, I've gone to sleep out side when I've had a walk, i don't know if i will come back so if i don't, goodbye. and with that he put the note by the angels head then walked out.

The angel woke slowly, taking a few moments before he remember where he was. He felt much better than he had, his tummy full of ships and what was left of his wings cleaned and bandaged. He stood slowly, his hand bumping the paper that the demon must have left.

He picked the paper up, staring at the strange scribbles. What was that? A decoration? Food? He took a bite of the paper, spitting it out quickly. Wasn't good tasting food. Padding on his barefeet, Ciniel moved through the warehouse, peering around for the demon silently.

Jake was stood not far from the ware house looking at it and then started to walk towards it but remember what he was like yesterday and felt sad for his actions so insted he climbed up to the window he was in yesterday and looked down apon the angel silently and watched him searching whats he searching for? he thought as he sat quitely sure that the angel would see him soon