Edited Version of the First Chapter

A/N: I know the last one was bad, and this one might be better, worse, or the same, but at least its edited. Unlike the first chapter. Comment what you think!

Every morning I wake up with small wounds, just little scrapes and bruises. I guess they're from flailing in my sleep. This morning though, I woke up with a large cut on my side and some sort of humanoid creature with what look like red wings, but I can see a bit of white near the tips. It's on the floor. The yellow wall of my room next to it is spattered with blood. My brother and roommate, Elijah, walks in. "What the hell is that!?" You shrug, and he looks at you horrified. "What do you mean you don't know?" he yelled. "Look, I just woke up to this, that's all I know," I replied. He looked at me with shock, and said, "We need to figure out what happened." in a calm tone. I sighed, and we walked to the bathroom to do something with the cut on my side. I sat on the edge of the counter and poured saltwater on to it. It stung, but not too badly. I glanced around at the white tiled room, and after I wrapped it, I walked into the livingroom and turned on the News like it was just a normal day. Watching it, we saw a scene quite like the one in my room.

A News reporter said, "Scenes like this are happening all over the country, if this has happened to you, or you have any information, please call this number. A number flashed on the screen, and I went over to the livingroom phone since I had left mine in my bedroom. I called the number and heard, "Police will be there in 10 - 20 minutes. Please stay calm." and the dial tone. I hung up. I grabbed my phone from my bedroom and sat on the gray couch, my head in my hands. "Amara?" Elijah asked. "Yeah?" I asked, looking up. "What's going to happen?" he asked, voice trembling slightly. "I don't know." I told my little brother.

I started to feel a burning on my arm. "A tattoo, huh." I said. I hadn't gotten one before, and few people do. "Sometimes, when important events in someone's life happens or is about to happen, a tattoo shows up." I recalled, from my history teacher back in freshman year. It seemed like that was a hundred years ago, but it was really only six. Time really flies by. The tattoo looked like a set of wings with a caduceus in the middle. "Huh. I wonder what that's about." I showed it to Elijah, and he looked confused for a moment before a look of shock crossed his face. "I don't think the police are going to help." I looked confused for a moment but remembered that angels can't die without a human killing them, and when they do die, they make everyone around them sick. Deadly sick. "Oh."

"Oh?! That's it? We're gonna die!" he exclaimed. I wanted to say something comforting, but honestly, I didn't think I could. I was terrified, how could I comfort someone when I couldn't calm myself down? I hoped the panic would wear off and eventually, it did, as I looked around the room, knowing I was safe here for now, as I looked at the bright white walls, since we hadn't painted, and the yellow drapes and the blue sky past them. I calmed, though I was still breathing heavily. I sat there, still looking at the unpainted walls around me. "Should we pack?" I asked. "Yeah, let's do that." Elijah said. I ran to my room to get my backpack, as he did the same. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the salt water and gauze, as Elijah went to the kitchen to grab water and things like that. We both have phones and things like that, and our backpacks are full with medical supplies, food, and water. Suddenly Elijah and I heard a knock. "Oh God" he whispers, and I motion for him to hide with me in the bathroom. They knock again, and again, eventually, after knocking more, maybe ten or more, they start to break down the door.

I whisper to him," On the count of three, we run." he nods, and I count down, "Three, two one! I whisper. Then I yell, "GO!" I yell. As we run out the door, a police officer pulls out his gun. BANG! Everything goes silent except for the ringing in my head. The bullet hits Elijah in the shoulder. "Elijah!" I yell. I rush over to him and he stands, but his knees collapse beneath him from the pain, and he falls. "Go!" he yells, as the rest pull out guns as well. He pushes me away. I grab him and I run faster than I ever have before and he smiles at me, and I sense someone behind me. I pushed past the police in front of me. They continued to shoot at us. It felt like there was a rock in my stomach as I ran down the stairs as I heard more gunshots behind me, seeing bullets whiz past my head like blurs of light. After what seems like running a mile, I get down the stairs and out the door, running down the street and losing them. I think. As I ran down the street the tall apartment buildings blurred past me, the road was gray and cracked.

I looked at his pale face; he was losing too much blood at this point, and I had tears streaming down my face. I had to find a place to sit down and take care of it. I couldn't let the police stop us. That couldn't happen. I felt a presence, protection. I smiled and kept walking. A few miles and a little while later, I decided I had to hide somewhere. There! Beside the railroad track, there was an alley that was not that noticeable. I ran in and laid Elijah on the ground, pouring out some of the saltwater onto his shoulder. I wrapped it, and he hissed in pain, because of the saltwater, or how tightly I wrapped it, I don't know. But we hid there for what seemed like hours, shivering from the cold. Of course, Knowing my luck, it started raining. I eventually fell asleep after making sure Elijah did too. When I woke up, all I saw was darkness. It was pitch black. I started to struggle until I felt cold metal against my head. I froze.

I stopped struggling, immediately realizing that it was a gun. It was outside of whatever was over my head, but the bullet would cut through the material like butter. There was no way of running. I panicked, trying to pinch myself. Surely this was all a dream. It couldn't be real. My arms weren't moving. I felt the rope dig into my skin even more than it had before, painfully. I tried to kick my foot out but quickly realized they were bound together as well. Whoever had me here pressed the gun harder against my head, warning me it seemed like. Obviously he had noticed my attempt to struggle free. I started to scream but it came out muffled, like there was a gag over my mouth as well as the fabric over my head. How did this even happen? How does someone not wake up while being kidnapped? We ride in silence the whole way to wherever we are going, and once we get there they pull me out of the car. I land on the ground, pain shooting up the arm I landed on. I struggled to get up, and once I managed to they pulled me by the arm I had landed on, into the building.they took the fabric off of my head and pulled the gag off. I screamed, and he pressed the gun against my head again. I kept screaming, hoping someone would help. But nobody came. I'm in the building now, kicking and screaming. They just drop me on the floor, and walk into another room. The lock clicks. I'm doomed. I see… Well, it's kind of hard to explain what I see. There are people in the room. They're human, it looks like, but they have wings, and some have other animal-like features, wolf ears, tentacles, tails, you name it. I stared, frightened around the room. I was terrified. Suddenly, everything blurred. I kind of remember talking to someone, his name was…Jason? I think it was anyway. But the next thing I knew, we were sitting somewhere different, and I was in the middle of talking to him. Then a few people came out of the locked room, and pulled me with them. They pulled me into the room, and then all I felt was pain. A gunshot, then darkness. Falling, falling, falling, and then Ishot upright, awake again. In the alleyway, heavy breathing above me. Then after a while, I fell asleep again. Another dream, the same one. No gunshot, just darkness. No sound, no nothing. I was completely numb. Hours of falling seemed to pass until I awoke once again, only to find the exact same scenario, black everywhere, ropes digging into my arms, everything. I stay quiet. The same thing had happened, over, and over, and over again. Falling again, I feel numb.

Suddenly I was awake, again, almost the exact same scenario. Elijah was next to me. I struggled a bit, and they immediately pressed the gun to my head again. I stopped struggling, but I heard the click of the gun a foot or so away. I just waited to get out and make sure he was okay. I didn't hear anything else, so I assume that he's fine. The vehicle came to a stop. We got out, and I heard another pair of footsteps behind me. I sighed in relief. He was alright. They took the blindfolds off. We were both put in a large circular mostly grayscale room, except for near the ceiling. The room had what looked like a grated window at the top, where there was red light shining through it, and the same people that were there last time. Someone with light brown cat ears approached us. He had light emerald eyes, dark brown hair, and a ratty sweater and jeans. He looked to be around sixteen. I was appalled by how young he was, and was about to ask when he said " Hi! Are you two new here? " He asked. I replied yes for both of us. " Well, it's nice to meet you. My name is Liam! What are yours? He asked, seeming overly excited. "Amara." "Elijah." we said at the same time. We laughed it off, and properly introduced ourselves. We talked for a few hours, as it was around seven P.M. when we got there. When it was close to ten, Liam said he was going to sleep, and left, telling us he would see us in the morning.