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Started July 04, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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The other man, seeing their partner on the ground, let the old woman go and walked toward Taegan menacingly, pulling out knives and even a small gun. There was the sound of footsteps behind him, and he turned to see eight other guys blocking the entrance to the alleyway.

He was trapped, surrounded. It was one against ten, and he was weaponless. The chances weren't looking good for him.

This was his favorite kind of fight.

As they advanced toward him, Taegan kept his hands in his pockets. He even started whistling, which infuriated the men. They charged at him, waving their blades. He sidestepped their attacks with ease, thinking that this would be simple.

Until a gun rang out, and he felt a splitting pain in his side.

He had forgotten about the gun. And the bullets were made of iron. He cursed, pain shooting through him, and another man slashed at him with his knife… which also turned out to be made of iron.

I guess I'll have to take this more seriously, then. Taegan turned around suddenly, lashing out with his foot to kick one man in the gut. At the same time, he grabbed another man's fist and pulled it toward him, spinning him around and then letting go, so that he slammed into the wall.

Taegan panted. He was already bleeding heavily from his side and arm, and his human body was weakening rapidly.

Time to play his other card, then.

He clenched his fist against the brick wall, closing his eyes as enormous black wings erupted from his back. His nails and teeth elongated into fangs and claws, and his features became leaner, meaner, and sharper, making him look like a wolf with human skin. His eyes glowed, and a silver-gray tattoo appeared on the left side of his face.

The men backed away. "Monster!" One of them said, gazing at Taegan in panic as he turned back to them.

Taegan bared his teeth into a wicked grin, and leapt at them.

Soon, there were ten bodies on the ground, all of them still. Taegan stood there, panting, and bleeding heavily, looking half-mad with rage and bloodlust, very different from how he usually did.

He heard footsteps behind him, and turned… and froze.

"Quinn?"

Slowly Quinn started to recognize a couple of the faces— one sticking out more than the rest. As soon as she saw his white hair, and his face, she felt completely sick.
"That's my idiot!" She called out weakly, quickly approaching the scene. But by the time she had approached, a dozen men were on the ground. Her stomach turned, as she scanned over the faces trying to find Taegan. "Don't be dead… don't be dead. Please don't be dead…" She panicked mentally, flicking her gaze up to the one remaining figure.

Her heart stopped in her chest, as she stared at the figure. Her face grew incredibly pale as he turned to look at her, her balance shifting a bit. She stumbled a little, using the wall to support herself.
"Oh my god…" She let out weakly, unable to say much else. Quinn was muttering profanities under her breath, watching blood seep through his side. "What on earth did you do!?" She cried out, pushing off the wall to storm up to him. She didn't even mention the fact that he had wings— and a tattoo on the side of his face. Currently she was focused on the unconscious men (she hoped), caused by Taegan. Her best friend.

"You idiot! What were you thinking!?" Quinn yelled, storming up to him. With the initial shock fading away, her anger and frustration was coming through. Grabbing onto his arm, she started pulling him along back the way she had came from. "I'm sitting here, worried my ass off, and you're off street fighting. And you didn't bother to tell me." She growled a bit, tightening her jaw as she yanked him along.

(“That’s my idiot” XD)

“I can explain-“ Taegan felt scared, more afraid than he had in a long time. Quinn looked angry, more furious and worried than he had ever seen before, even when he had jumped through that window on the fifth story and broken eight bones in his body and fractured four, and gotten a concussion.

She started to drag him out of the alley, and he pressed his claws into his palm, willing himself to return to normal. He was bleeding, though, and the blood soaked his shirt. He tried to pull away from her, but she was too strong.

“I was saving someone!” He said angrily. “I didn’t start a fight on purpose!”

(Lol)

"I don't care." Quinn snapped, going at a pretty quick pace. He was bleeding a lot, and needed to get him to her apartment fast. "You're off getting yourself hurt, knowing damn well that I'd be furious with you."

She was trying to ignore the stinging tears, keeping silent as they approached her apartment. No matter what he was saying, she ignored it. It didn't take long for them to get to her apartment at her quick pace. As soon as she was at the door, she dropped the plastic bag in her hand to the floor. Though Quinn was still pulling Taegan behind her, leading him to her bathroom in her bedroom.

"Take your shirt off. I need to see how bad it is." She muttered, pushing him down to sit on the edge of the tub. No matter how awkward this would be, she would have to get over it to take care of him.

“Are you even listening to me?” Taegan asked in frustration, but she didn’t answer. “I guess not.”

She pulled him quickly into her apartment and forced him to sit at the edge of the tub, and told him to take his shirt off. Normally, he would have made some sort of suggestive comment, but she wasn’t in the mood for any of his jokes. It would probably just piss her off even more than she already was.

So he silently complied.

His wounds were worse than he had thought. He had the bullet wound in his side, and the slashes from the knives on his arms, abdomen, and one on his cheek. Normally, sounds wouldn’t be bleeding so much with him, but the blades and bullet had been made of iron, and that made it worse.

Quinn felt awful as soon as she saw him. Her shoulders dropped as she turned to grab medical supplies.

After pulling bandages, and all that lovely stuff out, she grabbed a bottle of pills and pulled the lid off. Grabbing a small paper cup, she filled it with water before turning. "You're gonna be in god-awful pain," She muttered, handing him the medicine and water. "While you get that down, I'm throwing your shirt in the wash." She told him softly, taking it from him.

When she had started the washing machine, she came back to him with a look of frustration on her face. "Did you get it down?" Quinn asked in a mumble, pulling a wash cloth out from under the sink. Pausing, she pulled a second one out before turning.

"Because I need to get you cleaned up."

Taegan felt pretty bad that she was doing this for him. She seemed angry, and worried, and he didn't want her to have another reason to blow off at him. So he complied, although the medicine tasted god-awful, and it made him gag a bit as it went down.

"I'm used to the pain," he muttered as she went out of the room.

"Yeah!" He called back in response. "I shoved it down. Somehow." He didn't say it in his usual joking tone, knowing that it was something that she wouldn't appreciate, given her current mood.

"I know that. But this had gotta be worse." Quinn muttered as she came back, dampening a wash-cloth. Her jaw was clenched tightly as she knelt down next to him, gently wiping up the blood. Though it wasn't doing much.

After a couple minutes, she pushed back up and started rifling through the medical kit. Pulling out some thread, and a needle, she glanced back at him. "What were you thinking?" She asked weakly, before looking up and starting to rifle through the medicine cabinet. "I know you had good intentions, but this is beyond what you should be dealing with. You're… you're you, Taegan. Not some super-hero."

Tears were stinging at her eyes, as she tried to swallow down her emotions. Grabbing rubbing alcohol, tweezers, and the needle and thread, she turned back to him. "How squimish are you?"

“Of course I’m not a superhero,” Taegan said. He didn’t flinch when he saw the needle, although his blood ran slightly cold. “But you know me. I hate injustice. Besides, it’s not like these are life threatening injuries.” He tried for a smile, but she wasn’t even looking at him.

He sighed. “Not very much. You know that.” He wasn’t happy about the needles - the ones he had used before were usually made of iron, although he knew this one wasn’t - but he could live with it. It wasn’t like it was the end of the world if he was stabbed repeatedly with a tiny knife of doom.

(Tiny knife of doom… I'm dying. XD)

Quinn sighed softly, listening to his argument. She knew most of that, and she knew first-hand it was true. But it didn't make her like it any better. Dropping down to the floor, she knelt down in front of him, glancing up. "I know… I know…" She mumbled threading the needle in silence. The wound on his side was her main priority right now.

"And I was just double checking. My brain isn't really functioning the same as usual, I'm really stressed about you right now." She mumbled, admitting that mindlessly. Quinn was honestly to the point she couldn't keep up appearances anymore, worried she was going to slip up.

(I mean… that's what it is… XD)

"Why are you stressed?" Taegan asked. He knew it was kind of a stupid question, and probably not the best to ask under these circumstances, but he was trying to keep his mind off what she was about to do. "It's not like I'm dying here."

His skin itched where the iron had struck, and already he could feel it polluting his veins. Well, he was gonna have a fun night tonight.

(Mm, that's true.)

Quinn kept quiet for a minute, letting out a soft sigh as she started to fix him up. "I- I just am, alright?" She replied, seeming to grow defensive at his question. It was already awkwardly tense for her, sitting on her knees in front of her shirtless best-friend. Trying to converse at the same time wasn't helping the situation much.

"I'm tired, I'm stressed, and I just wish you didn't do this to me." She muttered, piercing his skin with the needle. It was pointless to try not to hurt him, knowing it was inevitable. "And… and then you hide things from me. Since when have you had wings?"

Taegan bit back a wince as he felt the needle pierce his skin. It wasn’t the pain that bothered him, but the repeated sensation of the thread being pulled through flesh. It wasn’t pleasant, to say the least.

At her question, he froze, stiffening. Should he tell the truth or not? It was pointless to try and pretend like she was dreaming - the wounds were enough of a say in that. He decided to go for the simplest answer. “I don’t really know. Maybe always?” He shrugged, and then immediately regretted it.

"Seriously, Taegan?" Quinn replied, her tone of voice sounding as if she were in disbelief. She tried to ignore the brief frustration she had, knowing she should definitely not stab him harder. No matter how much she wanted, she was trying not to hurt him any more.

"So you've had these wings since- 'maybe always'?" Quinn repeated his answer, making it sound a lot more dumb than it had before. "And why didn't you ever consider telling me about your 'maybe always' wings that you have?" She snapped a little, finishing off the stitch in his side where the bullet had hit.

Taegan flinched at every word she said, more than the pain of the needle stabbing into his skin. He felt guilty, yes, but shouldn't she understand why he didn't tell her? It should have been pretty obvious: she was human. He was not.

"Well…" he paused, trying to figure out how to put those thoughts into words. She was already angry enough as it was; whatever he said would probably just make it worse. So would keeping his mouth shut, though. "Because you're just a human?" He winced at how weak his voice sounded. "And I didn't want you to be in danger simply because you knew my true nature. It was to protect you." Which sounded kinda stupid, now that he thought about it.

Quinn only scoffed, rolling her eyes a bit. He had to be joking. For years she had been the one protecting him, and now he was so worried about her? Yeah, she didn't believe that for a second. Even if it was the truth.

"Because I'm human." Quinn repeated in a mocking tone, not meaning to let that slip out. Oh god what had she just done? Clearly she was trying to hide the panic on her face, hoping Taegan wouldn't take it the way she meant it. But in all honesty, she doubted he'd figure out what she meant. What were the chances, really?

Taegan winced at the raw rage on her face. Yeah… maybe that hadn't been the best thing to say. But she really didn't understand, did she? The world of the supernatural was very dangerous, especially the politics of the High Fae, the race he was a part of, and the other humanoid races.

"What, are you something else?" And then he glanced up at her face and blinked at the panic on her face. No, she couldn't be. She smelled human, and acted like one, too. She couldn't be something else… right? Only the most powerful of beings could disguise their auras.

Apparently the chances were pretty high. Quinn felt her heart beat pick up, trying to brush off the subject by cleaning the blood off his face. Had it always been so hot in here, or was it just her?

"I- um… no, of course not." Quinn muttered, cringing at how stupid she sounded. She was being such a hypocrite right now, trying to keep this from him. He would never let her live this down. "Why would you even think that?" She added, knowing it was only making her lie more obvious.

"…" Taegan stared at her. Hadn't they promised, only yesterday, not to lie to each other? The two of them had been friends for so long, he knew when she was lying. And right now… the news came as a shock to him. It felt a little bit like he had been slapped. He blinked in shock at her.

"Uh huh… are you sure about that?" The pain was only a slight prickle in the back of his mind, now. "Because I don't think you are."

Quinn looked up at him, guilt written all over her face. She took a step back, feeling the weight on her shoulders only increase. She had completely blown it. This was the end of the line and she knew it.

"I- um… no, I'm not…" She whispered weakly, dropping her head in her hands. She sighed weakly, rubbing her temple. Slowly she reached down the front of her shirt and pulled out a rather long chain around her neck. Hesitantly she slid off the jacket over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before pulling off the chain. It was only a few seconds before a large set of cream colored wings unfolded from her back, taking up whatever room was left in the bathroom. Her gaze was pinned to the floor, unwavering from it's spot.

What on earth? When Quinn had removed her jacket and the chain, and the wings had unfolded from her back, it had felt almost like Taegan couldn't breathe. Power radiated off of her, so thick that it seemed there was more magic than air. She was more powerful than anyone he had met… ever.

"What…" he breathed, staring in awe at her wings. they were beautiful, pure and beautiful to his dark and dangerous. It wasn't like any wings he had seen, except in… photos. Then that meant that she was-

"An angle." Quinn mumbled with her gaze glued to the floor. She had her arms loosely folded over her torso, black hair falling into her face. She felt tears stinging at her eyes, her face scrunching up. She had lied to him, blown her cover, and was expecting to get yelled at. After yelling at him for being stupid, and keeping secrets from her. She was so done with the day already.

"I- um… your angle. Guardian angle." Quinn rambled a little, peering up at him, her foggy grey eyes glossed over. Though she was trying hard to fight off the tears forming. She couldn't cry in front of him- she was tough. She could handle a little bit of anger from him.

Taegan could only stare at her, for a long, long moment, mouth partly open. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. This was a dream. His best friend did not just catch him in his true form, nor did she just admit that she was his guardian angel… He would wake up in a few minutes to realize that this was a dream. Right?

"I I thought that Guardian Angels were only for the powerful and the important," he said slowly, flexing his fingers, trying to figure out what was happening. "I'm neither of those things, despite what I would like."

Quinn swallowed down her emotions, trying to gather her whizzing thoughts. Her head hurt so much right now, though, she wasn't doing so great at that. Sucking in a deep breath, she shook her head at his statement. She started flexing her wings in attempt to relax herself.

"No- um… not exactly. The majority of people have guardian angles, actually…" She mumbled a little, wings settling back in place. They wrapped over her shoulders in a protective manner, seeming to have a mind of their own. Gulping down the lump in her throat she flicked her gaze back up to him. "I- um… especially the more dangerous people…"

"So… that means I'm dangerous, right? That's a relief." Taegan offered a weak smile. "I guess there's more out there than I thought. They really don't teach us this kind of stuff in school, do they?"

He frowned. "Did you know that I was Fae? Or not? Because if you didn't, how was I considered dangerous? In my human form, I'm not dangerous at all."

"I- I didn't know anything Taegan. I was given a job, and not told anything else." Quinn replied in a soft tone, arms wrapped around herself. She was fidgeting in place, eyes glued to the floor. She was about to have to do something she had been dreading ever since they had become close friends. The sick feeling in her stomach was starting to show on her face as she stood there.

Quinn hesitantly glanced up at him, feeling even worse at the sight of his face. She couldn't look at him when she told him. There was no way she could do it. "I… you were my job. Or rather, mission. I… I didn't know why I had to protect you." She whispered, trying to prepare herself.

Her words crashed over him, and Taegan realized what she was trying to say. "So… I was just a mission? This entire time? None of this friendship stuff was really real?" His voice was angry. But anger was good. Next would come the blankness and numbness. And that was scary.

He knew he was probably overreacting. She couldn't mean that, right? Her emotions had seemed genuine, when she was around him. He had been so excited when he had realized that she wasn't human, that she knew that he wasn't human either. But now… if she meant what he thought she did…

"I- I dunno Taegan… I-" Quinn fell quiet once again, dropping her face in her hands. She could hear the rising anger, causing her heart rate to pick up. The pounding in her chest was probably the highest her heart rate had ever been. Her thoughts were a total mess at the current moment, and she was desperately trying to sort them out. But her emotions weren't helping the situation.

Everything had felt real at the time; those happy days they had spent together, she had really thought them to be real. But when it came down to it, she was struggling to figure out if they were real. The emotions were real, that's for sure. Had she really truly been a friend to him, though? Did he really consider her— or had he considered her a real friend? Had she totally screwed things over now?

"I was born to protect, Taegan…" She whispered, eventually forcing herself to look up at him. "I- I had no other choice. It's… it's not an optional thing up there…"

Boom.

It was like his world had exploded. Taegan stared at her with startled eyes, looking more hurt than he had ever looked in front of her. Then he rubbed his face with his hand and rubbed his eyes, a harsh laugh sliding from his mouth.

"I see. So I was just a mission, then?" He smiled, but there was no warmth behind it. He was rapidly building up the walls that separated him from the rest of the world… and now Quinn, too. "Good to know. Well, at least I'm worthy of protection."

It felt like he had been stabbed… emotionally, at least. He shoved it all back, locking his heart in a chest of cold rage.

Lips slightly parted, Quinn tried to grab onto whatever was left of their long built friendship. Apparently their relationship wasn't as strong as she thought, if this easily he was shutting her out. Then again, she did just tell him none of it had been real. How could anyone blame him? Well, besides Quinn. In the moment she couldn't help but feel like the victim. A toxic feature indeed.

"Taegan… please, you can't just argue with a god. I didn't choose to be this, I'm stuck like this." She retorted, her anger starting to raise. Her heart beat harder as tears were starting to run down her cheeks.
"I have no choice in my life. I'm given all this power, and I'm restricted. I can't choose friends, and I can't have a family. Why do you think I'm living alone? Why do you think I always hang out with you? I've got no other friends, and I'm not human. I don't get a free will." As her voice raised, her wings had pulled back, as if they were cowering away from her.