Good vs. Evil or is the real battle inside of me?

Faith landed on the top of one of the many buildings, her wings fluttering slightly in the cool summer breeze as she looked out at the city. It was a beautiful place, America. It was so peaceful up here, away from the traffic and away from the business of normal human life. What life was there for her here? Honestly what did she expect to find in America? Did she think comic books where real and that superheros would save her? Help her and Scar find this cure so they could both go seperate ways. She knew she had messed up Scarlets life and she knew a way to stay with her, so they could stay together and be happy. Maybe she could help Scar find her brother...Her family was so...She felt sorry for the girl. But there was obviously something else here, in America. She had already seen another angel here and some evil bastards who murdered people in front of her eyes. So there was good vs bad - but what side should she choose?

((Since the time of day was never stated, I will claim it to be night.))

Wilbert, or should I say one of his many other alias's since he was in costume, was perched on the side of a massive skyscraper, perhaps the largest one in the entire city. Like a spider clung to it's web, he stuck to the wall, using the small ledge below him to help balance him, standing on his toes, his finger tips clinging to the wall which his back was against, this being possible with some of his technology. He had many things built into this costume and many other gadgets, this one granting him the ability to cling to objects like a spider. His gloves and feet had microscopic grips which clung to nearly any surface with ease, though he was a naturally extremely skilled climber, this only further enhanced his abilities.

He had just robbed a famous celebrity who had been in town to relax in one of their many vacation homes, stealing several thousands dollars and then transferring all that money to a charity for the homeless, most likely changing many lives with that. Now he was simply watching over the city, the moon light dimly shining down onto him and reflecting off of his mask's eyes, causing them to glow a white color. His figure blended in with the shadows, invisible to anyone who might be looking, only his eyes could barely be seen glowing in the darkness, he was known for sticking to the shadows and the darker parts of the city.

Suddenly, a unique and rare sight came into his view. A winged woman descending down onto a rooftop of a smaller building adjacent to the one he was clinging onto. He looked down to her with narrowed eyes, her right side facing him, his interest peaked, he must know who this winged woman is. He watched her closely from his perch as she simply stood their, his eyes analyzing her from head to toe, scanning her and taking an image of her with his mask. He then put what little information he had about her into his data files stealthily. He liked to have a file on every super powered being around for his own reasons, simply because he never trusted anyone, and he had a file on nearly everyone, well at least those that he has met or are well known, he was just adding her to the list, assuming she was far from normal due to her wings. Now he just needed to find out more about her and her powers, but how should he go about doing that?

He thought of hundreds of ways to do so and settled for one, getting ready for his bold actions he closed his eyes and let a deep breath escape his nose, his breath clearly visible in the cold. His hands left the comfort of the building, his grip releasing as he leaned forward to fall, his eyes reopening beneath his mask as his feet kicked off of the building. The ice cold wind instantly gusted into him, his black trench coat fluttering behind him, his clothes rippling as he free-fallled towards the building below, the building the winged woman was on. He moved with out a sound, nothing more than a whisper in the wind, he sounded as if he were one with the wind. He skillfully intended to miss, aiming for the buildings edge, being careful to remain out of her sights as he fell down towards it. He intentionally fell right past the edge, throwing his arms up to catch it, silently doing so. He hung from the edge of the rooftop that the winged woman stood on, pulling himself along the edge of the building heading towards the left. After a few moments he silently pulled himself up, assuming a stealthy hunched over stance as he looked to her, her back facing him, her angelic wings softly fluttering about with the wind. With a quick movement, he dashed forward into a grapple with her, putting her into a calm and skillful headlock. All of this only being possible due to his superior stealth skills, he simply got the jump on her.

Both of his arms went underneath and through hers (armpits), his left arm wrapping around her upper arm and neck, squeezing them together as his right arm held it in place and applied force, his arms almost forming a lower case 't'. He was a master of combat, he knew what he was doing and knew she had no hopes of escape. He didn't apply nearly as much as pressure as he normally would since his intents were not hostile, he just wanted to know more about her, one way or another. "Don't fight it, I'm not here to hurt you." He said in his deep yet poetic and romantic voice. In secret, his main purpose for putting her into a headlock, excluding the fact that he was just doing his job his own way, was to gather a sample of her wings; to pluck a few feathers with out her noticing, which would be rather easy from this position. He wanted to run some tests on them, to find out more about her and her kind. "I'm sorry for the rude introductions Milady, but some one with your appearance just randomly showing up in the dead of night, it can't be a good thing. Who are you and why are you here?" He said boldly as his grip remained rather loose, hopefully showing some sign that there was no hostility.

Faith jumped ever so slightly at being snuck up on but after she was placed in a head lock she sighed. She really had no energy for fighting and it if was her demon foe's men she would be dead by now and he wouldn't have such a weak grip on her for sure. Her wings shuddered when the feathers were removed as they turned to dust in the mans hands. She growled softly in the back of her throat as she tried to push them outwards.
"Can you remove your arms from around my neck please?" she asked politely. She wasn't very happy about being snuck up and she had been in the middle of talking with Scarlet.
Whose clingy? Scar asked, waking up from her slumber at the back of their mind.
I dunno...could be trouble or he could just want to chat.
"My name is Faith...well...This is Faith," she moved her wings. "And this is Scarlet," she traced down her flawless body with her hands. She turned around to face the man when he let her go.
"And you are?"

Wilbert's gut told him this woman was not evil, he trusted his gut and removed his arms from the headlock he had on her, gathering a sample of her wings while doing so, then backing off. His movements were fluid and stealth, she would most likely not have noticed him taking a few feathers which he quickly slipped into his utility belt as he backed off. He stood tall, shoulders straight, his arms at his sides as his glowing white eyes gazed upon her. He didn't quite understand what she meant when she recited two separate names, but the way she traced her fingers down her body, it seemed almost like she was flaunting it, flirting with the man in black. His mind wondered what she meant by that, two different names, odd...

Wilbert held back a smirk as he stood there, speaking in his dark yet poetic voice. "I go by many names, Just call me Shadow...I'm not the one who matters here, you are. Those wings of yours...How did you get them?"

Faith scoffed as she opened her wings.
"Angels are usually born with wings," she retorted with a frown. They folded back down her back as she folded her arms across her chest. Who was this guy and what the hell did he want with her? She looked up at the sky then back to the landscape below her and behind the man who named himself Shadow.
"What, are you going to ask me for my entire life story?" she asked with a frown. She didn't want to recite her life story to every damned super hero she met.

"No, I never asked for that, your wings were unique, It's not everyday I see a winged woman...Or an Angel as you claim...I never was very religious..." Wilbert turned away from her, seeing that he had collected what he wanted and his presence wasn't exactly needed or wanted here. He walked towards the roof's edge, his back turned to her as he stared off the edge and down into the city. From this height, the cars appeared like ants to him.

He turned around to view her one last time, "Farewell Milady, I'm sure our paths will cross again..." He let himself fall off the building backwards, hurling towards the ground quickly, spinning a 180 rotation while grabbing his handmade advanced grapnel , pulling the trigger on it and firing the grappler outwards towards a nearby building. It clung to the structure, allowing him to swing from it, gripping the wire with both hands and swinging himself high into the air, releasing the grapnel's grip on the building and reeling it in with the push of a button on the device.

Wilbert had now flung himself even higher than the building he was originally on with the 'Angel' Woman, his black figure could barely be seen in the darkness, gliding high above her, getting ready to swing himself further away.

Faith shook her head as she sat back down on the edge of the building, her feet dangling over the edge before she pushed her hair back from her face. She didn't bother to watch the man leave. A frown appeared on her forehead at the amount of heros there actually where in America where there seemed to be none in england or france or scottland. She sighed again and looked to the stars. She wanted to go home, she wanted Scarlet to have a normal life. She missed her parents more than anything. She sighed and closed her eyes, the feathers blowing in a soft breeze. Would she ever get home?