A Shared Night

Angel and Night walk into the Hotel both laughing. "What's so funny?" Asks Charlie. Angel then looks up and pushing Night away. "We're just sharing some old stories about our lives while we were alive." Night then takes his coat off of Angel and puts it on the coat rack by the door. "Hey I was using that!" Night then get's in Angel face and stares into his eyes. "Do you want your own jacket?" Angel then turns slightly red. "Yes I would." Night then snaps his fingers and a coat appears around Angel. "We're gonna go up to our room and talk for a while." Says Night as he starts to walk towards the stairs. "I'm going go with him." Angel then follows Night upstairs to their room. 

--In the room--

Night opens the door taking his pistols out of his chest holsters putting them on his weapon table. "What about that sword on you back?" Night then clicks the buckle of the strap and takes it off and leans it against the right side of his bed. "That sword must be important to you if it sits next to you while you sleep." Night then sit's down on the bed and starts to take off his leg straps for his knife. "That sword was the one my Dad used when he was the embodiment." Night then sets his leg strap on his bed. "He passed it down to you?" Asks Angel as he takes Night hat off. "In a way I guess, when a new embodiment is appointed, the new one chooses one thing of the old ones to take and use." Night then stands up and unbuckles his belt, taking it off and throwing it to the side. "It always feels good to take of my equipment." Night then takes his shirt off showing a slim muscular body covered in scares and bandages, including a stab wound that's still bleeding. "You know your bleeding right?" Says Angel with a slight blush. "Yeah, I know, I'm used to pain." Night then grabs a needle and wire and starts stitching the wound closed. "How do you have such a high pain tolerance?" Asks Angel watching Night carefully. "When I was born my parents left me at an orphanage, but that place was no place for kids that need a home, when I turned 5 they started making me endure pain like nothing before..." Night then cuts the wire and tie it off. "By the time I was 7 they had given me 127 scares and had me practically immune to pain, and after that they started training me with guns and blades of all kinds, and by the time I was 10 I had become a master with every weapon, then after that I spent the next 5 years being shipped from country to country being trained in hand to hand combat, then at 16 they finally got rid of me." Night then put a bandage over the wound and laid down on his bed. "At first I tried to be a normal kid but after I accidentally broke a kids arm because my training kicked in, I only saw one option, contract killing." Night then sits up tracing his hand over his arm feeling the scares. "So I started taking contracts and I liked the job, so I kept it, until my father tried to kill me, but instead I killed him and I became the embodiment of darkness, and that's about the whole story for me." Says Night as he lay's down on his side and looks at Angel as he sits down. "How about you?" Angel then looks down embarrassed to say anything. "It's not that great of a story." Night then sits up putting his hand on Angel's shoulder. "Every story is a great one, It's just about presentation." Night then smiles at Angel making him smile too. "I was born into a crime city, my dad was a mafia boss and I was his runner, he didn't really treat me that good so I started taking drugs and not long after that I over dosed on PCP." Night just looks at Angel. "That was actually shorter than I thought." Angel then begins to cry, Night then sits up and hugs Angel. "It's Alright, you don't have to share more if you don't want too." Night then lay's down bringing Angel with him. "We can just lay here." Night then looks down at Angel and smiles, and secretly Angel is smiling.