Fury

Capturing a Melody

There was light in the White City even when it was night, lighting the path for any traveller that might need it. At the moment, most of the angels were resting in their homes; sleep was not needed for them but rest was for any immortal. And as the angels rested, feet of all different sizes and shapes silently pattered through their streets. Some feet were somewhat normal while others belonged toward the grace of an animal or something else that was more mythical and dangerous. Scales and fur replaced skin, some glossy and shiny and others gloomy and dull. Not many were colored. At the signal of a raised hand, the feet scattered to a stop, jumping toward any hiding spot that they could find to peek out and stare at the situation.

The hooded figure that stood in the center of the road tilted his head up just slightly, not revealing his face but at least telling the angel in front of him that he was acknowledging him. The angel, armored and carrying with him a spear like many, landed gracefully before the hooded figure, studying him intently. "Who are you?" asked the guard, eyes narrowed.

"Do you not recognize one of your guests when he is standing before you?"

With a motion so fast that the guard couldn't follow it, the hood fell and a pair of icy blue eyes fixed upon the angel. White hair fell about his face, framing his strong face and the orange tattoo that rested on his forehead. Spluttering in surprise, the guard took a step back as the Horseman, standing a full foot taller than him, strode past him with a smirk. Just as he was about to ask something about why he wasn't with his mate like he had thought, a whip snaked about his throat, efficiently making sure that he couldn't speak, and he was jerked into the shadows. He was thrown against a wall, back slamming against it as he struggled fruitlessly. Numerous colors of eyes appeared everywhere in front of him, most glittering with hunger as they watched the angel struggle. A yellow pair leaned up close and he caught sight of a woman, a gorgeous woman at that, followed by a swirling mechanical eye and then another light blue. The Horseman joined this group without a pause or a falter.

"If you wish to live," hummed a sweet voice that would make the strongest angel sin, a claw coming down to trace the side of his face. "You will tell us of the location that the Red Horseman rests at."

The whip moved just a tad on the angel's throat, allowing him to breath and speak again. It took a minute -he was busy studying the face before him- before the Cyborg, who he could tell from the beginning, cursed, popping his knuckles against his robotic hand. "Talk," he warned, "or I'll make you without any mercy, you winged bastard."

"Never!" spat the angel.

Snarling, the woman made a motion like she was going to cut him when the Cyborg leaned in, placing a hand lightly on her hand. The angel watched as she took a step to the side, allowing the Cyborg full access to him. "I think that you should listen closely to me, angel... Lives depend upon your answer. If you fail to reach what we need, my mate and I shall go through the White City, slaughtering every winged soul that we can reach." At the mention of this, the eyes about them bounced, animalistic noises coming from them until the Horsewoman released a threatening growl, quieting the sounds. "As I was saying," the Cyborg continued, "we'll kill you as well. However, if you tell us, no soul shall be hurt."

Decisions were swirling in the angel's head, unable to decide on which one. Either one felt strange to say yes too; the Horsemen had said from the beginning that they wished not to be disturbed in their houses or during their resting sessions. A few more growls and snarls echoed through the shadows as the angel thought. The demons were getting restless.

"And all I have to tell you is where the Red Horseman is housing?" the angel recapped, eyes glancing over at the figure that was still growling in the corner that was the biggest of them all.

"Yes." The growls and rumblings chorused before being silenced by the woman with a click of her talons.

"Look for the one story house with the red curtains."

The angel was dropped to the ground. He flexed his wings, feeling his freedom about him, and not seconds later there was a hand grasping his head, a hand that was large and strong. He tried to scream but it was muffled as the hand tightened, crushing the dull golden helmet that was on his head. The sides began to dig into him, making him scream harder and begin to flail. Then, with a quick snicker, the angel was no more.

As Alooc took a step back from the caress, allowing his fellow lesser demons to leap at the chance to feed, he caught Jonathan glaring at him. A smile spread across his now humanly features, the glee in his eyes apparent as he turned to greet Fury's mate without hesitation. Being the Red Horseman was wonderful. War lacked no size and what he failed at speed he compensated with his massive strength. Alooc liked being these types of figures -most of the time he kept his demonic strength anyway but being a Horseman who could smash in a demon's head with one grazing blow? This was much better than being a shapeshifting demonic being. There were a few exceptions that one could just barely see when it came to him taking the shape of War; the tattoo on his face was longer than it was on the real Horseman. A minor mistake that meant nothing to many.

"You said only hurting souls," he snarled, enjoying War's deep voice. "Souls and bodies are two separate things. Besides, I was not the one who promised a promise that I could not keep."

"That promise was for us all," Jonathan spat.

Fury shoved herself in between the form of her youngest brother and her mate, reaching out to grab them both by their shoulders and push them away. "It does not matter now what has happened; the angel is dead and there is no hope for returning him. The Scout Demons have eaten, they shall be stronger and faster."

As if called upon, Mayline sauntered up, licking her fingers delicately. Fury's nose scrunched at the smell that was coming from her, moving slightly closer to where Jonathan was. Alooc grunted as she advanced, pushing out his large chest and then growling in warning when one of her dogs skunked down near him, forked tongue falling free from his mouth an his ears perked. Marco-Polo, who had joined them as well, snapped at the demon dog and it returned the aggressive gesture. "So, when are we going to get this Melody girl?" Mayline asked almost sweetly, still licking her fingers.

"Now, if you would wait patiently," Fury said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't understand why we are stealing War's mate," exclaimed a demon that had overheard the exchange. "Will that not piss him?"

Alooc scoffed, a smile curling on the sides of his mouth, which looked slightly strange on the Nephilim's face. The demon was used to a set of wide, pointed fangs in his mouth and his smile caused War's face to stretch in a weird way. "That's the plan. By stealing Melody, War's mate, from under his nose, he shall become so angered that his hate will weaken him."

"I think that this is going to backfire on us." Fury turned to flare at her twin brother, a spark of jealousy igniting in her as she spotted him hanging upside down from the side of a flagpole. "War is going to be War," Strife explained himself, frowning with his arms crossed. "And giving him a reason to fight is goin' be the worse thing that we can do. Come on, this is his mate we're talking about. He'll fight tooth and nail to get her back."

"Still the point." Fury glared at him. "Give our brother something to fight for, and he'll lose sight of everything but that one thing. The plan is that he'll forget so much that he shall fall upon the old ways and fight the angels instead."

"I agree with Strife - for once!" Rebecca's head popped out of the shadows. "He'll just kill anyone that gets in his way."

Alooc puffed out his chest proudly, tilting back his chin. "Not himself."

Jonathan scoffed at everyone and turned around to wave his hand up in the air. "We need to hurry and leave; the Angels won't sleep long. I'm surprised that we've gotten this far and Death hasn't sliced our guts up yet."

Heads nodded before they were dispersing, heading their own way in their designated spot for the plan that they were carrying out. This was the easier part. Demons were built to move in the shadows as such, to slip in and back out without being noticed. These demons were the masters of it. Alooc was the only one who didn't rely on the shadows; since he was the walking, spitting image of the Red Horseman, there was no point in trying to hide his new bulky form in such a small area. The other Nephilim melted into the shadows with the demons, sending hand signals to each other when they saw something coming. All knew where they were going - Alooc had done recon duty before the mission as an angel and had found the place where War and Melody were staying at. Death and Anna were nearby, within shouting distance, but not too close.

Leading them all was Alooc, who kept a steady pace forward as he retraced his steps from earlier. Fury calmly leapt across rooftops, listening to Jonathan as he followed her. Jonathan wasn't cut out for this type of movement. Once he almost tumbled off, arms pinwheeling and his actual face made of skin flustering, and he would have if Fury hadn't been watching out for him and grabbed him. He rewarded her by a quick, apologetic squeeze on her arm. She smiled in return.

When they got there, excitement permeated through the air. Demons began drooling, Nephilim girded themselves for War's anger and Marco-Polo whimpered to himself, not wanting to finish out what they had already started. It was questionable that it would even work. Fury knew her brother like the back of her hand, and this plan could be carried out two different ways. It was possible that Melody would be the one to answer the door when Alooc knocked and then they would just grab her and take off. If War answered, then everyone was relying upon Rebecca to use her weapon for today - sleeping darts. Rather or not she would fulfill her job was the question.

Fury stared as Alooc rapped his knuckles against the front of the door. She shivered slightly. She wanted to know what would happened. Would they succeed?

Suddenly the door opened and Melody appeared, black hair frizzed and her face pulled up into a smile. She froze when she saw Alooc standing before her. Alooc gave her about three seconds to look at him before he snatched her, tossing her in behind him to where Strife was now standing, flinging her over his shoulder as Rebecca slapped a liquid-like substance across her face to put her asleep. Fury dropped down from the roof with Jonathan as War called out from the inside of the house. The Horsewoman signaled to Rebecca just as Melody was stilling on Strife's shoulders.

"We need to go!" Strife whispered in a hurry. "He gets us and he's going to rip us a new one!"

"Oh be quiet!" Fury hissed back.

Rebecca moved into her position as Fury, Jonathan and Strife stealthily jogged down an alleyway, Melody now completely asleep. This would be the part where everything would be smooth sailing. They would continue along the path, climb the wall, and then keep going back to the demon camp. See? Easy.

But things weren't going their way.

A foot connected with Fury's chin and she stumbled back, stunned. Her senses should have flared the second that this person was fifteen feet from her. She was surprised enough that she paused, hand lightly touching her chin as her yellow eyes narrowed at her new enemy curiously. They were enveloped in shadows, hiding most of their features from her sight. She heard Jonathan shout out after a second, Strife hollering as a loud smacking noise came too. Fury crouched down, yanking out her whip and slapping the length down. Her attacker took a step forward, unsheathing a dazzling cutlass. Fury stared in a daze.

A human.

Sorry y'all that it took so long! There's been so much going on and I just haven't had any time to work on this. School, family problems and vacations. The fun stuff I guess you can say.

This is nearing the end people! Perhaps one more cycle of War, Death, Strife and Fury and that's it.

But, I did add the little twist. Anyone surprised?