My Angel...``Connor

[Axel Fox]

This is what I thought,
I thought you need me,
This is what I thought so think me naïve,
I promise you a heart you'd promise to keep,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

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Fox lay in an alley; his back leaning against the brick wall behind him. Crimson eyes were closed and one of his hands was pinned to a wall with a knife; a small grin lay on his lips there were two bodies dead on the ground and an open cell phone in his free hand. He coughed softly and looked over to the entrance of the ally way. It was cold, he had no idea how long he’d been sitting, bleeding in the snow, and he’d lost track of how long the bodies had been freezing on the ground.

A few hours probably, with a squelching noise he shifted his position more so that the dumpster next to him would shield him more from view. He’d called Reid and Reid had said to wait. So that was what he was doing, he’d had a momentary lapse in the bar when Axel’s pathetic atmosphere had made him a prime target for redneck meat heads that wanted a good time by bashing in someone’s head. Fox had seen the memories of the young women they’d raped, seen the disgusting sides of these men as they drove drunk and hit people and animal alike. He did not regret the death of the men on the ground and for once neither did Axel.

Fox groaned softly, his head was starting to pound just remembering the gruesome images in his head. He wasn’t a fan of women, therefore seeing naked women in his head from the knife in his palm just wasn’t appealing to him and was doing more damage then the fact that he was seeing the knife plunging in to their innermost sanctums. He could appreciate the violence but the women were another story. He hit his head against the wall once more, snow and blood trickled alike down his cheeks from his hair.

His pale skin had a few muddy dried patches of blood from the blunt hit to the head that had knocked Axel out and woken Fox in somewhat of a rage. It was amazing what SPD and adrenaline combined with mind powers could do to the human body. He’d made their brains bleed with the carnage they’d caused from their victims point of view, he felt like Ghost Rider and that thought along dragged a soft laugh from his chapped bitten lips. They’d called him names, made him feel like a dog while Axel lay stuttering and traumatized on the ground but it wasn’t long before Fox had used their bat and knife against them to bash and cut at their disgusting flesh heaps.

Connor would be proud.

The thought tilted his head and brought a strange smile to Axel’s lips. He wasn’t exactly sure why Connor would be proud but he always felt a sense of justice and peace when he was around the boy, this was a form of justice that Fox didn’t really deal in often, he didn’t kill righteously he got rid of annoying things. He was a selfish murderer but he felt with these two bodies on the ground he’d done his good deed for the year. Fox almost purred with delight wondering who Reid would send to rescue him from the alley and hoping it was Connor, because honestly surrounded by blood he wanted to fuck. He glanced at the corpses then flashed his teeth in an annoyed smirk.

”But not in front of you two…neither of you deserve to see Connor’s body. It’s beautiful though, like an angel’s. That’s why you can’t see it your sinners and not worthy.”

But wasn’t Fox himself a sinner? Wasn’t he just a demon clinging to all those feathers and gold in hopes that he’d be saved by Connor’s grace? Drawing his knees to his chest Fox closed his eyes and laid his cheek against his knees with a soft smile.

”Parasite I may be but he doesn’t seem to mind.”

Of course he didn’t mind. Connor was an Angel, Angel’s never minded if a sinner wished to bask in their light just a little more before their damned. Angel’s were kind; Connor was an Angel… his heroine, his drugs, his addiction…his love.

[Connor Reid]

Like the angel you are,
you laughed, creating a lightness in my chest...
Your eyes they penetrate me
( Your answer's always 'maybe...' )

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His feet pressed harsh against the snow-packed earth, as he moved, quietly, hands shoved in the pockets of his oversized coat. Reid had called him on his cell - though he had been a little surprised, as he'd not given that number to faculty or staff, nor listed it on any papers. But then again, telepathy, right?

Still, with the hood thrown over his head - this was a covert rescue mission, after all. Reid, in his utter wisdom, had titled it such, and actually cautioned him, for whatever reason. Though the snow had stopped coming down, the wind chill was still bitingly cold, and it was without the slightest hesitation he parted the winds around him as he walked.

Of course, no one would notice; one of the greatest things about the wind was that it was quite invisible. He was wearing light white slacks, his blue sneakers covered in snow. He turned the corner, into the alley, his nose already touching a familiar scent. The only thing that kept it so subtle was the snow; water diluted scent, and even now, the as the redness marred the pristine white from the other side of the dumpsters, he could smell it over the foul, obnoxious odor.

Blood.

A rescue mission? This... this was different. A rescue mission involved a damsel in distress, and a dragon. He was being asked to clean up a mess so that it wouldn't be traced back to them. Any listening telepaths might get something of a bit of horror at the idea of being used for such - though it was mostly horror at being used in the first place. Of course, over the phone it was infinitely more difficult to place intent, so he'd simply gone with it. Though he was no fan of Reid's, Reid still owned the school, and while he was creepy, Connor could handle himself.

Gloved fingertips; a dark green affair that clutched to the side of the dumpster as he finally peered around. He'd considered leaving, then he saw the object of his 'mission'. The student he was supposed to take care of.

The slightest hint of a smile tugged at his lip, for just an instant. Ian, eat your heart out.

Before dear Fox tears it out.

His body moved, as concern wrote itself along his face. Practiced, of course, he was no slouch when it came to faking emotions. One might even feel it as a ripple in the oceanic calm that was his typical demeanor. Leaning at the wall, he recoiled appropriately from the bodies; no student would react otherwise.

"Axel... are you okay?" He asked, his voice full of worry. Of course, he had to pretend as if he didn't know this side of Fox, as Fox had never truly introduced himself. A bashful murderer, who would have thought? "No... no of course not. Reid... Reid told me someone was in trouble, so I came as quickly as I could." His voice remained calm, though, as it always did. His eyes were sweeping the scene, taking in everything quickly as they could in one glance.

"What... what happened?" He asked, already able to piece it together, based on the damage to Axel himself. Fox had been woken up angry, it seemed. "Hold still... you're numb, so this won't hurt, but... still. Hold still." He added, biting his lip. He knew precisely how to go about this.

A hand slipped around the pinned hand's wrist, while the other let his fingers slip around the knife's handle. He tugged sharply, with surprising strength for someone of his form - and both the hand and knife were freed. Together, still. A hand let go of the handle, though he made sure to leave the knife firmly in place.

From one of those pockets came a small trash bag. Another comment of Reid's, though of course, Reid wouldn't know that he often carried a small plastic bag with him all the time, folded up meticulously, for a similar occasion. Blood freezes before it coagulates, so the liquid would be fresh when it thawed out. A problem.

He worked quickly, but carefully. The stone seemed to chip away as he watched it work; it was taking a lot of his strength to accomplish this, as one couldn't simply drive wind through stone by simple precision. But he found what he was looking for. Cracks. The wall seemed to burst outward in that contained little area, and the red snow that was directly down from the now-damaged area was collected as well.

He was no blood spatter analysist, but he would do well in a pinch. There wasn't much blood; bodies chilled quickly in this amount of cold. But the snow absorbed a lot of it. The wind picked up, and in little rivulets that actually required focus, the red snow blew outward in a flurry, peppering a passing salt truck.

Sooner, rather than later, all of the blood evidence would be in the sewers.

Without further ado, he packed more snow in with the damaged stone, and bloody snow of his friend, then wrapped it around the knife-damaged hand.

"Keep it like this, so that it's inconspicuous, and so that it won't bleed on the way back. If it gets too uncomfortable, there's enough room to get your hand out of the snow, but just long enough to let the blood flow get normal again. Don't want frostbite on your hands, now, do you?" He asked, his voice gentle, and caring.

Or at least, that was how it was meant to be.

Behind the two, the bodies were hidden in their own flurries of wind and snow. It'd be a while, and hopefully, there would be no trace evidence; a secondary side effect of the initial blood-clearing bursts of wind.

He offered his other hand to Fox, to help him up.

Kindness? From Connor?

All in good time.

[Axel Fox]

In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end

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Fox did as he was told though the urge to rip the knife out of his flesh was even more now that his hand was free from the wall. He’d sat in the snow and felt a small blush touch his cheeks from the feel of Connor’s hand on his wrist freeing him from the wall. His lips twisted in to a crooked smile as his free hand closed the cell, pocketed it, and reached for Connor’s hand. He took the hand and lifted off of the ground using mostly his own momentum from the wall and ground and only using Connor’s hand for balance so has not to pull him down.

Fox didn’t release the hand once he was up; instead he lifted it and buried his face into Connor’s palm. For one dizzying moment he was aggravated that it wasn’t skin he was touching but the fabric of the glove but that was soon gone under his elation that it was Connor that had come to get him and not someone else he’d be more inclined to kill. Reid knew him too well; he wondered what kind of punishment was waiting for him for ditching his check ups, but at the moment all he cared about was the hand against his face and the man attached to the hand.

The white fog of his breath enveloped the hand before him as he opened soft brown eyes to stare at Connor. He knew his face betrayed how happy he was to see Connor and for once he didn’t care. He snuggled the hand before allowing it to drop from between them; the loss hit him between the eyes like a sledge hammer and drew a shuddering breath from between his pale cut up lips. He watched Connor and felt like a plant turning towards the sun.

’You’re so addicted to him it’s pathetic.’

A far off look touched Fox’s face as he listened to Axel before finally snickering and looking away from Connor.

”You’re just jealous.”

’Jealous…of course. I’m not a murderer addicted to some creepy guy that doesn’t have memories!’

”No you’re just an accomplice whose thinks that some punk ass empathy is you’re entire world. I’m not the pathetic one here.”

Axel fell silent in Fox’s head and Fox blinked as though reawakening. A shadow spilled over the land as a dark cloud covered what little sun was showing, and even cast in shadows Connor was still beautiful. Fox beamed at Connor and followed him out of the alley like a happy puppy. Axel snorted in Fox’s mind and Fox turned the other cheek, he’d ignore the party pooper who was just pissed that Connor wasn’t Ian. He had it in mind to slit Ian’s throat already but Axel got in the way every time he was close. Oh well. He didn’t mind really, there were other ways to drive him away without hurting him. Fox gently curled his free hand around Connor’s jacket sleeve, still smiling like a child and in many ways Fox was still a child, he was still a teenager he could get away with a few cute things from the past that he’d done before without it seeming weird. It was these small childish quirks that endeared him to the hearts of those who knew him.

[Connor Reid]

I'm leaving you
And everything I knew
Tomorrow only leads to more sorrow
But I don't care
Pretend your unaware
I was never there...

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His lips curled into a soft smile that had, for a moment, been confused. It had taken him a full three seconds to figure out exactly what was transpiring; after all, he was no telepath. He couldn't hear the inner lines of poor, trapped Axel, locked in the recesses of his own mind because his caretaker had come to save the day. It was only fair, right?

Leaning gently forward, he said, easily: "I'd be really surprised if I hadn't already figured it out..." His eyes looked towards the other student that he was carefully tugging along. Once again, the wind simply cut around them, as if simply not interested in making them any colder than they already were.

"There's more than just you inside, isn't there?" He asked, his voice almost authoritative. A tone that broached no lies; he already knew, so if Fox decided to lie, it would be on his own head. Connor wasn't cruel, but as it stood, he liked to know exactly where he stood at all times. Someone with two personalities - or even more - would make it harder for him to hold his own ground forever.

Though it did explain the way Axel seemed to change sometimes. He didn't have much information other than muttered conversations he'd overheard, from Axel's own lips, back when he was just as addicted to Connor as Fox still was.

"Nevermind. It doesn't matter - you're still you. You're here, and that's what counts. And..." He said, with almost a dry uneasy chuckle - Connor wasn't supposed to be so used to corpses and blood, after all. "You know how to take care of yourself." He let a voluntary shudder travel through his body, as though he'd been genuinely thrown off. Their contact would allow Fox to know that Connor wasn't afraid in the least. Caught off guard, perhaps ( though not even that, deep down ) but a natural reaction nonetheless, especially for a being so 'pure' in Fox's eyes.

"I don't want you to kill anyone else, alright?" He asked, his words lost to the wind that didn't touch them. "I might not be there to save you the next time. Defend yourself by any means necessary, of course, but try not to kill them. For me, please?" After all, there were still plans in motion; like what to do with Ian, for instance, that he would use Axel and Fox to take care of.

Yes, many plans. But for now, he'd just offer a sincere-looking smile to him, as they kept moving.