Blasting through Washington D.C.

Salone was in D.C. Why was she in D.C? Easy, she got lost. So much for going to Maine. The wings in Salone's back shrank back in painfully. Salone pressed her fingers to her mouth to suppress a whimper of pain. She pressed her forehead against the brick wall and breathed deeply, calming her racing nerves. If she got too excited or worried she would shift and somehow she figured that a massive panther would be a big issue at the capitol.
She exited the alley and started down the sidewalk, her trembling hands in her jeans pockets. Why were her hands trembling? The twenty one year old was sick, terminally sick. Salone would be dead by her 30th birthday and she didn't have much of a hope that Penny would have found a cure by then. Penny was smart, fun, and beautiful... everything Salone wasn't. Penny also had an unaffected lifeline unlike herself. Salone passed Nic in the streets on the way to the busy street corner.

Salone was just about to pull her hood when a guy addressed her. Startled the brown eyed girl looked around and she saw a massive guy standing next to her at the crosswalk. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head at his size. He looked to be a lot over six feet and Salone was tiny in comparison to him, only five feet nine inches.
She was about to answer when out of the corner of her eye she saw a creature, she turned fully to focus on it and just as she got a good look at it when it was obliterated by lightning.
"Oh my-" She broke off and her hand reached into her sweat shirt, her hand wrapped firmly around the handle of her gun as she looked for more of those creatures.
Completely forgetting about the small giant next to her, Salone hurried across the street.

Salone stifled a scream as she was grabbed from behind and in her position she whirled and was about to punch whoever had grabbed her light's out. She stopped herself upon hearing the question and pulled herself out of his grip.
"I'm fine," She said harshly and she turned to walk away. "I can take care of myself."
Her heart was racing and she had to get away before she shifted. The girl from california hurried down a side alley, losing the guy, only to run into about five more demons. With that she began to shift, first her clothing changed. The fabric turned black, hugging every curve of her body. Salone let her backpack drop to the ground and she pulled out a simple black superhero mask. Except, Salone was no Hero... she was a bounty hunter. Several demons leapt at her, pinning her arms from behind. The girl's shoulders vibrated and white hawk wings burst forth sending them flying. They were dead upon impact with the wall. Salone pulled out her gun and blasted the other Demons' brains out. Done with that, Salone picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder and walked deeper into the alley.

Salone turned to look at the angel boy and then drove her elbow into the gut of a demon trying to sneak up behind her. The thing squealed and fell backwards, Salone spun, pulling out her gun and blasted the creature. It disintegrated. She holstered the gun at her waist.
"Huntress," Salone said, flicking her dark blonde hair out of her face and then she put her hands on her hips. Her eyes had turned an amber brown and the look on her face said clearly she could take care of herself.
"Might I ask your name?" She arched an eyebrow, her pale white caramel colored wings rustled slightly in the wind.

Salone waited until he landed before striding forward and going to slap him, hard, across the face.
"For your information," She hissed, Salone's eyes flaring amber, "I have been terminally ill since I was 18. I can't help it if my hands shake." A forked tongue slid in and out of her mouth and she turned away. "Thanks for bringing up such a painful fact."
The wings shrank back into her back, two lines of blood trickled out of her costume while her body turned back into a human. Salone would be sick for days on end, unable to move. Salone removed her mask and glared at the winged boy. "Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be."
She pulled her hood up and walked past him on to the street before he could stop her.

Salone stifled a growl as the obnoxious winged boy landed in front of her. She bared her teeth at him as her face elongated slightly and then bounced back.
"I have somewhere to be," She said shoving past him.
Salone was furious and she was having issues quelling her rage, she need to calm down and relax or there may be a predator on the loose. She veered into a nearby alley and leaned against the wall. Placing her hand on her forehead she sighed and focused on keeping her shape, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Why do you insist on following me? Has it occurred to you I don't want your help? Heck, you're not even human."
Her lips trembled slightly and her cell phone went off. She pulled it out and answered the text, then looked at the map on her phone. She saw where she had made her mistake in traveling to maine and she corrected it.

Nic glowered at Huntress and then took his mask and glasses off so that she could look into his face and see the obvious human bone structure as well as the human gaze that held fury that he held in check. "I am a human in just as many ways as most superhuman people. Just because my father is an angel doesn't mean that my mother wasn't a human now listen please. If you want to die from that illness and refuse my offer to help then so be it but those demons who just attacked me know that you helped me kill a multitude of them and now you are in danger. So thank you for your time but have fun bounty hunter and if you cross me then I will kill you because you do not stand on my scale of innocent." With that Nic put his shades back on and took off into the air so that he landed on the roof where he then sat and watched to see what the woman would do.

Salone massaged her temples and she could no longer hold back the shift she was such a nervous wreck. She shrank and suddenly there was a massive hawk standing in the alley way with a backpack slung over her wings. Her coloring was a dark red brown with bright amber eyes. She opened her wings and took off, her image silhouetted against the sky. With hawk vision she soared high above the clouds, her wings skimming the tops of the biggest of clouds. She flew like this for about an hour and landing, Salone turned slowly back. Perspiration made her hair stick to her forehead and neck.