Thatcher frowned as he looked at Glitch. He crouched down, taking it from the dog. Nike gave a growl, one head leaning down to sniff at the cloth. Now he was concerned. He stood up, beginning to make his way through the house, his voice raising to be louder as he called for Halo.
Halo's eyes slowly fluttered open. It was dark in the room where he was. He couldn't see anything. He tries to move but he's strapped firmly to a table. His eyes widen and he tries to cry out, but it's muffled by a gag.
For the first time in a long time, Thatcher felt pure terror. Halo was no where in the house. He rushed out the front door, looking around the yard wildly for any hints as to where Halo might be.
There was only a small track of footprints, leading away from the house.
Suddenly the lights turn on and Halo blinks rapidly, looking up to see a man. "Ah. Good. You're awake." He purrs, walking towards the fallen angel. Halo whimpers, trying to struggle free. He recognized the man. The man was Dr. Dorovick, the man who had caught him when he was a brand new fallen angel. "I told you you could never escape me." The man purrs.
Thatcher saw the footprints and whistled for Nike. He hissed a few words in what could have been sharp, latin commands, and Nike began to follow the trail, sniffing at the ground. In a wave of darkness, he was shifted into the crows and flying after Nike.
Halo screams loudly, pain scorching through his body. "Sir. Vitals are reaching critical." A woman says. "Turn it off." Dr. Dorovack orders. He walks slowly towards Halo. The fallen was crying, tears seeping down his cheeks, blood staining the side of his mouth where he had bitten his cheek, causing his mouth to bleed. His breathing is heavy. Thatcher… The Doctor takes Halo's jaw into his hand, inspecting Halo. "Look at this skin. So pale, so soft~" He purrs, running his hand along Halo's cheek. He flinches away, but the doctor's hold is firm.
Thatcher eventually reached a building, and shifted back. “Is he in there?” He asked Nike. Nike gave a small bark in response. He already drew his scythe, furious that someone had taken Halo. He planned on getting Halo, back. If it meant breaking his code and facing the punishment for unbridled killing, he would risk it for Halo.
Halo releases a small screech of pain as he felt a feather plucked from his wings. He shakes his head, tears running down his cheeks. Bruises were forming, cuts bleeding slowly. He had stopped fighting after the electricity, unable to take the pain.
Thatcher stalked over to the building. He noticed two armed guards at the door, who told him to stop. When he didn’t they fired. Multiple bullets struck his chest, but that didn’t slow him down much. They couldn’t see Nike, and she pounced on them. He was pleased to hear their screams as Nike ripped them apart.
Halo's eyes were faint, his breathing uneven. "We'll continue this later~" The doctor purrs, walking away. Halo can only lay there, whimpering.
Thatcher slips inside while Nike tears at the men’s mangled bodies. He walked quietly through the halls, his grip on the scythe right. Blood poured heavily from the wounds on his stomach.
Halo looks up, whimpering softly. Thatcher…
Thatcher felt something shift in the back of his mind. He heard a voice and hid in the shadows for a moment before continuing down the hall, feeling drawn towards a certain door. He got there, and found it locked. Not caring if he attracted attention with the noise, he slammed the scythe down onto it multiple times before the knob snapped off. He opened the door, stunned and horrified to see his angel bound to a table.
Halo was weak. He closed his eyes when he heard the door open. Please… no more pain.
Thatcher jogged over to Halo, dropping the scythe onto the ground by the table. He rested his hand on Halo’s cheek, caressing it gently “Halo? Oh god, Halo, love.”
Halo slowly opens his eyes, groaning in pain. Thatcher… Thatcher was hear. He leans into Thatchers touch, He jostles weakly at the binding that keeps him down. Halo felt relief, smiling despite the gag that kept him quiet. Thatcher was here.
Thatcher took the gag from Halo’s mouth, taking a moment to press his lips to Halo’s. “It’s okay, don’t try to move. I’ll get you out of this,” he said softly.
"Thatcher…" he croaks, the moment the gag is removed. He kisses the other back, and nods. "O-okay." He whimpers softly, his body aching. He smiles weakly at Thatcher.
Thatcher gave Halo’s lips another peck before leaning down. He picked up his scythe, glancing towards the door before he began to cut the binds on Halo’s arms.
Halo watches Thatcher work, biting his lip a little as fear coursed through his veins. They could be back any second now.
Thatcher gets on of Halo’s arms free, then began to work on the other. He couldn’t believe that this happened. He shouldn’t have left Halo alone in the house.
Halo raises his arm, trying to regain feeling. "Th-thatcher… " He whispers, carefully looking at the other, he could see red splotches that he didn't notice before. "You're bleeding…" He manages.
Thatcher looked down and nodded a bit. Now that he completely acknowledged them, they hurt like hell. “I was shot, but I’ll be fine,” he said, getting Halo’s other arm free.
Halo bites his lip, fear etching through him. "Thatcher…" He whispers. He had to get them out of here. Thatcher could bleed to death. He felt so weak, so tired. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing.
Thatcher eventually got Halo’s legs free. He helped Halo up, his arm around the angels waist. “What did they do to you?” He asked.