Re: When angels fall (Humanity)

by **Zodiac** April 20th 2016, 11:10 pm

The shot was taken and a bullet would be sent flying. Eyes closing as Humanity sighed. He hadn't missed his mark yet. Unfortunately this means there was a sudden intrusion within the battle between Jordan and Hyperion. Hyperion would likely feel a painful crack in the base of his neck as a bullet shredded through even the toughest flesh and tried to escape out the other side. He didn't want to miss his target this time, of all times. Something was riding on this shot.

Regardless the outcome, he had hoped that Jordan's blow was nothing more than excess damages to a soon-to-be corpse. Beating the dead horse just a little more before it died. Somehow, in some way he had hoped that the guilt of another's life fell on his hands rather than Jordan's. With a simple sigh he didn't bother to watch as he quickly dismantled his scepter and returned to his bike. With an almost silent reving, the bike tore off into the night, as Humanity headed home... maybe he'd hear from Jordan...maybe not...who knew anymore.

by **Hyperion** April 21st 2016, 12:52 am

Jordan pressed a palm against the blood spurting from his side, the weapon that was wedged within it seeming to pull itself out and return to Hyperion. Something told him this was the end and yet even now he couldn’t give up, not when so much was on his shoulders. That was when the shot rang out, Hyperion’s grip on the weapon growing lax as it clattered to the ground. Thick black blood spalshed across his face as their expression twisted into one of shock, confusion and hatred. Rather than a pronouncement of their hatred, all they did was release a cough of blood as their body fell uselessly to the ground. He could see the energy trying to gather around the wound, forcing it to heal and yet that did not seem like it was working as well as they would hope. ”Well...go on then.” They managed in a rather haggard voice, any movement made looking to be a trial. ”I don’t need that...worthless pity.” Each pause was punctuated by a cough, producing more of the blood.

For a moment their eyes met, Jordan forcing himself to his feet. He had no real choice now, as much as he would have liked things to go another way. With the least vestiges of strength available to him, Jordan thrust the weapon forward as it sunk through the constructs heart. Brilliant cracks began to form from the contact point, spreading outwards with audible sounds. Any blood that rushed from the wound rapidly turned into an acrid smoke that rise from the point of impact. ”Well..ya beat me. I mean...even if you needed a little help to do it.” They sounded almost amused by the prospect of it. ”Don’t expect any kind of...deep last words from me though. Just….don’t fuck up/” Their body all within an instant broke apart, and then like ashes scattered.

”Okay, that was a little anticlimactic.” Jordan said with a sigh, falling face first against the concrete. Everything felt so heavy, honestly he wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive any longer with all this damage done. Quickly consciousness slipped away from there.

The next time he woke up, it was in a bed of some kind, thick blankets covering him. Sleep had been dreamless, making the actual passing of time even more unknown. ”Well, look who’s finally awake.” The voice was familiar and yet the condescending tone itself was not. The soft glow of a lamp was cast across the room, slightly irritating his eyes as they focused upon the figure sitting with legs crossed, eyes focused on him. ”Thought you’d die too but I guess you’re not that easy to kill.” Jordan would attempt to sit up, a sharp pain lancing through his side. All it took was a look down to see the bandages wrapped around his side, a small amount of a dark color soaking into them. ”Yeah, couldn’t heal your wounds for...some reason. So you might have to let those fix themselves on their own.”

Jordan sighed, letting himself fall back down into the bed. ”So..where am I?”

”Shael and Fera’s place. Fera offered to put the important things released by Hyperion’s death where they belong.” Michael explained, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers. ”but right now we’re at a fork in the road. I feel like we had this conversation before, though your answer was pretty inconclusive then. You could return to being one part of the whole, but...well…. I have to ask you something. Will doing this really make you happy, or are you just doing this out of some self given obligation?” They would ask, gaze boring into Jordan. ”Because if that’s the only reason, then it’s a really really stupid one and...I don’t exactly want your stupid bringing me down.” Jordan could hear that they were joking with him.

”Are..you..rejecting me?”

”Sorta.” They shrugged. ”I sorta like having the good in me out here, where it can flourish. Rather than in me, where it will probably wither and die should something vaguely terrible happen.” Well, their logic wasn’t fully flawed. ”I know this probably goes against your nature, but worry about your own happiness for once. Anyway, I have places to be and well...you’ll probably have things too, so rest up. Cellphones by the bed, if you ever...I dunno..feel like calling someone.” He noted, standing up and patting Jordan on the head before leaving the room.

Jordan ended up staring at the ceiling, brows furrowing as he thought to himself. It was upon shifting that he noted a warm mass of fur laying against him, likely Shael if he knew anything about them. Their breathing changed for a moment before getting regular once again. Closing his eyes Jordan drifted off to sleep, eventually managing to pull himself from the fatigue overwhelming him. Drowsily he reached around, finding his phone on a nightstand next to him and turning it on. The date itself proved that...well it had been around four days since then. Pressing the call button after finding the contact, he pressed the phone to his ear, wincing away the pain of his injuries.

”Matt...” He started his voice sounding somewhat hoarse from disuse. ”I know it’s probably been...a little too long since we last talked but I want to talk with you. If you’re not too busy.” Jordan forced himself to sit on the edge of the bed, looking to see a set of clothes already prepared for him.

by **Humanity** April 25th 2016, 9:02 pm

Spoiler:

Humanity had taken the time to prepare his house a little after telling Jordan that he could come over whenever he was ready. He just needed to avoid teleporting in. He had gotten Jordan's gift and held it in his hands. He had to think about this very carefully. What he was going to do wasn't something he ever thought he would do. It wasn't anything he ever had thought would work.

He opened Jordan's present and looked at it a moment, retreating to the infamous junk room to get out wrapping paper as he took Jordan's gift for a moment in his hands and inspected it. No flaws. No blemishes. It was the perfect one. But he had to give it over, was the problem. Humanity looked to the little card that was a printed out explanation of what the gift was....

Closing his eyes he shook his head...

by **Hyperion** April 26th 2016, 2:28 am

Jordan managed to get out of his bed slowly, feeling sharp pains throughout his abdomen with each attempt to move. ”The things you do for love.” He sighed, feeling over the bandage that was soaking slightly with a dark red color. Well, not like he’d die from a little blood loss, so he should be okay to see Matt for a small while. Slipping into the clothes, which was pretty uncomfortable, however it was something he could get over. Once dressed up, Jordan left the little room holding him meeting with what looked to be Shael in the form of a small wolf, looking up to him almost...sadly. They licked wetly at his palm, nestling against it for a moment before choosing to walk beside him ”Sorry little guy, gotta go alone.” He said with a sigh, patting them on the head before walking past him. They whined softly, trailing after him only until he reached the doorway.

”Are you sure you’re in any shape to go anywhere” Fera would ask, leaning against a wall with a single raised brow, looking more worried than anything else. Jordan found himself confused by that, something that showed in his expression. ”I’m sure Matt won’t be too happy if you pass out at the wheel and end up killing yourself in some grand crash.” She noted, suggesting likely to drive him without even actually suggesting it. Fera had a way of working and once one understood, well then they would likely see her as more than the cold bitch she tried to act like.

”I look that bad?” he asked, offering a weak smile as she produced a compact and turned the reflective surface to where he could see himself. His face was bandaged mostly around the forehead and all he had to do was look down to see the some manner of splint thing around his leg.

”I don’t know what he did to you, but healing magic just won’t work. We tried everything we had, and well. At best all we could do was keep you from dying.”

His mind snapped back to the strange weapon, one that...well likely didn’t last long after he passed out. Jordan reached to feel the necklace which was still there, emanating a warm glow. ”Not so sure I can even drive either.” He admitted with a sigh, lamenting his lacking physical condition. ”but I have more than just driving to rely on.” He then added, suddenly remembering that he could fly.

”Oh yes, because that will help you.” She added with a roll of her eyes, running her index finger over a strange marking on the back of her hand. It released a faint light as she rested a hand on his shoulder, and within a second they were elsewhere, the familiar location being in front of his friends little home, or apartment.

It was one of the two anyway. Fera gave him a small wave, before teleporting out. With the hardest part done, he made his way to the door and gave it a knock, reminded of when he had done this only days ago. He would wait until they answered, offering them the best smile he could muster.

”Sorry for taking so long to get in touch. I guess you can see I don’t exactly look...well...in the best shape.” He said, resting himself against the threshold of the door to keep himself from doing any stumbling.

by **Humanity** May 1st 2016, 7:35 pm

"Yeah, sure. It's fine man. You look like Hell. Ha a bit more of a fight in ya than you thought, huh?" He joked a moment as he ushered Jordan into the house. Once Jordan was in he closed the door and helped him over to a place to sit. With there he gave a heavy sigh and shook his head, though a smile was quite clearly present on his face. "So uh...what's on your mind? Can't imagine you just stopped by in this condition for nothin'." He said, wagering his case. It was a good idea for him, and for Jordan to get closure before what happened next. Especially for Humanity. It was a chance to lay the demons to rest, to keep something knocked down for now and forever. But Jordan was first, he needed to resolve this little conflict.

by **Hyperion** May 3rd 2016, 6:25 pm

”Had one hell of a fight but I pulled through. Guess that’s a little obvious though, right?” He started with a smirk, though ended with a soft sigh. He hadn’t ever felt this drained, and yet here he was standing with a strength that...well didn’t feel all too possible. They would let him in and so Jordan accepted the invitation, entering as his eyes quickly took everything in around him. Matt would help him in, guiding him to a place where he could sit so he could go from there. Upon sitting down, he sunk into the seat as if just being able to get off his feet was a relief within itself.

”Yeah, you’re not wrong.” He admitted with a sigh. Just giving them a glance as his mind snapped back to that day, when Hyperion had been pulled from him. It had been a day that was loaded with its far share of emotional turmoil, dealing with the possibility of someone he cared about being dead as well as just Hyperion. Jordan gripped his fore arm, feeling his fingers dug in through the sleeves as he grasped for the words. There was a reason and yet he could not grasp onto what that was. His eyes averted to the floor for a bit, before snapping back to him.

”I wanted to talk to you, with you about a few things that have been on my mind for a while. Ever since my incident with Sin.” He began, trying to formulate it just right. For some reason, finding the right words felt impossible now of all times, and yet he felt as if he had to come up with them without a second of reprieve. ”No, even further back than that. I had lost...faith within myself.” He sighed, tinkering with the green gem hanging around his neck. ”If I couldn’t even help myself, how could I help the people that mattered to me? I didn’t believe that I deserved to be happy, that I was….that everyone would be better off if I stopped existing. It’s weird that it takes a conversation with yourself to make you realize how stupid that really is.” He chuckled softly, lifting the necklace around his neck and letting the gem, as well as the cord holding it settle into his palm.

”I wanted to tell you that...i’m not going anywhere. Could’ve probably said that over the phone but it felt like something that needed to be said in person.” Reaching with a free hand, he weakly tugged at their wrist trying to turn it into a palm upwards position before letting the necklace into their hand. ”I also wanted you to have that.”

by **Humanity** May 3rd 2016, 9:44 pm

A little voice in the back of his head mused about if he would fin the necklace edible, of course he wanted to immediately eat it, though that urge was fought off as he looked at it. He smiled and shook his head before sighing. He pushed it all to the back of his mind and looked to Jordan. He just couldn't make it easy, could he? But isn't that what he wanted? Maybe, who knew. All he truly knew was that Jordan was a pain in his ass. He chuckled a little and nodded.

"Dude. It's supposed to be me giving YOU the gift." Humanity said as he stood up and walked over, grabbing the little box he had just rewrapped. He sat down net to Jordan and handed it to him. "I...I can't possibly give you a good gift. There's....literally nothing I could...that....I-hmmm... Okay. I don't have many friends. I also don't have many people that I....can trust or rely on. So finding a gift for people like you; especially you. It was hard...so I uh. I gave you the most fitting thing I could think of. Choice." He said, motioning for Jordan to open it. Once he did he wouldn't recognize this likely, but it was something from his adventurous days, the days when Sin was but a voice. It was a beautiful, slightly glowing emerald stone, almost flawless, the natural light giving it it's unique glow.

"That uh...that's the Cintimani stone. It's uh...it's a wish-fulfilling stone that grants wishes of the purest intention. Otherwise it won't work." He said with a smile. "Pretty sure it wouldn't grant any of mine." He chuckled as he waited to gauge Jordan's reaction.

by **Hyperion** May 3rd 2016, 10:15 pm

Matt hadn’t denied the small gift, something that visibly pleased Jordan more than anything else. Despite how worn he looked, his face seemed to light up considerably then. ”I know, I know. I’ve just been meaning to give you that for a while now. just saw the chance I guess.” He said, feeling at ease. Comfort was something he didn’t fully have for a while, but with the shadow of Hyperion gone he could afford to relax a little. Then it came around to his own gift, something that he found himself immensely curious about as they produced a box and unwrapped it. Deep blue eyes focused on it as a strange green gem was produced. His mouth hung slightly ajar as he took in the sight before him.

The explanation afterward made this all the more grand really. A stone that grants the wishes of the user, so long as they were pure. He couldn’t help grinning, holding the stone as he looked into it. ”Well I better hope my wish is pure, right?” He responded, seeming to hold the gift with care. His eyes looked a little watery, but the waterworks themselves were absent. ”I love it Matt, thank you.” He said, continuing to admire the gem for a few more seconds, hoping that perhaps his own wish was worthy.

”Well I gotta say, it’s a great gift. Probably the best one i’ve gotten...ever really.”

by **Humanity** May 4th 2016, 1:10 am

"Alright. Hey uh...you're probably not gonna think much of this, but uh...there's a card in there." Matt said as he reached over and gave Jordan a half a hug. Jordan was almost crying. The little bastard didn't have a reason to cry. He was going to forget all of this anyway. Yup, that was the trick.

Jordan, I partially lied to you. I just wanted you to know that I did use the Cintimani stone, and for the purest wish I made is about to come true. I wished that, if it was the safest for you, that you'd forget me. There's more to the wish, but hey. I just wanted you to know before you forgot. Take care bud. I'm going to miss you!

The ink began to melt, the world became a haze and Jordan would find himself on the beach, his moms both with him on either side, the entire world in perfect order. Jordan was holding his belated birthday gift and the card now read something different.

For the best friend a guy could ask for. Sorry you won't remember me. Maybe in another time, or another life

Jordan was on the beach, his wounds were healed and there was nothing but a perfect life ahead of him...

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"Michael... you're annoying and I just generally can't condone your drawing air. Do me a favor and forget me too, would you? I've already made arrangements for Shael and Fera to forget me, but that's going to take a little more time." He said as he opened a window. Michael wasn't stealthy. The most stealth he had was in a different universe where he didn't even know the guy.

"Seriously though.... you should really scram."

by **Hyperion** May 4th 2016, 1:36 am

He would read the note and as soon as the realization hit him, it didn’t matter. His memory no long er existed, and no longer contained anything about the friend he once had. A hand was rested on his shoulder, that was when hr remembered he was with his mothers on his favorite beach. In his hand was a note, saying something though from who he wouldn’t remember. All he knew was that he felt a tar streaming down his cheek, strangely warm and for some reason he felt….sad reading this. ”What the heck.” He sighed, wiping away the stray tear. ”Well, I guess it’s a beautiful stone.” He sighed, looking down at the cinimati stone, ignorant of its true purpose.
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”I swear i’m usually a lot better at the whole skulking thing.” He sighed, chuckling to himself, as he peered into the now open window. ”Alright alright, don’t blow a gasket. Not exactly sure what you did but let’s hope it doesn’t do anything that might…I dunno, end up in Jordan, Shael or Fera suffering a rather nasty end. Because I might have to put you in the ground. Sooooo, take care big guy.” He said tone not changing from the lackadaisical tone, and then Michael made their leave.

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