Fallen (Open to any and all)

[DeathsKnight]

Richard Anders

Heavens! She was like a child, but the tell tale signs of mental instability wasn't there, he kneeled down next to her, for now he didn't worry about his jean getting wet, at least he had a home to dry and warm himself in.

"No ma'am, I am not going to lock you up, you have not broken any law that I know of."

He wiped the drops of rain that ran over his face away and smiled,

"Where are you from? Can I help you get home again?"

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita's expression darkened and her awareness seemed to drift away for a long but clearly intense moment of reflection. When the officer spoke of no law being broken she recoiled as if the statement were a physical offense,

"you know as well as I do how little that matters in the cases of a young woman in the situation you have found me" Her voice was strong and sure when she spoke an edge to her tone that seemed a heavily weighted conscience.

She shook her head and gave Richard a blank expression as if his question was a bit silly. "I don't suppose I really have a home any longer to go to. I would be glad of your help if I did....In any case. Thank you for your kindness." She smiled up at him with a genuine appreciation seeming to tremble less and take on a healthier glow because of the intent he had shown her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Richard Anders

He tucked away his badge and looked at her for a while, he allowed his intuition to tsake over as he studied her.

"You don't belong here do you?"

He had no idea why he said that, but in a strange way it made sense to him. What kind of sense he was not sure of, but it was a feeling he allowed to lead him many times and something told him that this woman did not belong here in the City of Angels, but not in a way that she was not from here...more like she wasn't from...Earth. He frowned at his thoughts, now it made even less sense.

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

A flicker of lightening caught the sky for moment drawing Nikita's eyes upward a distinct expression of pain within them.

A memory, she hadn't been ready for that...She tried to remember the things she knew about newly fallen beings. The disorientation seemed the worst of it all so far, she could scarcely keep her thoughts on where she was or how she had come to be there.

Residual energy she guessed, many still had certain traits that would clearly mark them to some measure of inhuman.

She sighed a bit more clarity setting in and looked back at the man "I'll learn to adapt" she whispered with a smile turning her lips upright, the effort to do so shown in her eyes.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Richard Anders

He frowned slightly,

"I see, would you please come with me ma'am? Let's get you some dry clothes and something to eat."

His natural protective side kicked in and he really wanted to help this woman, she just seemed unable to focus on anything at the moment, like she was in a daze.

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita nodded and got to her feet slowly a louder crash of thunder stopping her for a moment with a flinch of sorts.

She leaned against the building and closed her eyes "this storm" she said shaking her head. "Its terribly angry isn't it..." She frowned and looked down at her hands, she sucked in a slow breath.

Her mind wondered at the storm, it felt like part of her the thunder shook her very being and the lightening..it hurt. "to have fallen in such a storm..." She couldn't bring to mind what she had done to deserve such a fate... but few remembered. For the best, regret never helped anyone.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Richard Anders

Fallen? What was she talking about? He unzipped his jacket, slipped out of it and hung it around her shoulders to prevent her from getting soaked even more. With a glance at the man who have stood with her, he gently led her with one arm, his groceries in the other. He was getting wet, but a warm shower and one of his fluffy towels was sure to cure that.

"The storm is angry yes, it could be that way because of what humanity is doing to itself and the Earth around it. God can speak through many voices."

He chuckled,

"Not that I am a very religious man, but some things I just seem to believe no matter what."

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

A faint smile crossed her face, "you may as well, some things are there whether we believe them or not right?" She steadied herself against the building she was in front of and as another flash of lighting flashed across the sky. Her eyes darkened momentarily and a streak of white hot current ran across the building she had touched, its force seeming to coincide with the flash that had lit the sky.

She pulled her had back quickly biting down on her lip with such force that she tasted blood...now that was new. She seemed a bit stunned and it took her a moment to collect herself, eyes stuck on the sky, a look of realization in her expression.

 

[No_such_thing]

Lightning flashed, long skeletal fingers of harsh light reaching into the already well lit police station. The duty sergeant was a middle aged, tired, stressed looking woman, grey hair pulled back sharply into a bun. The lobby, otherwise was empty. Then it wasn't, it was as simple as that.

He hadn't walked through the door, he hadn't materialized, he hadn't appeared, he was simply there. He was slim and of average height, with a handsome, smooth shaven face. Fair hair fell messily over his eyes and he pushed it back as he walked purposefully to the desk. "Sergeant."

His voice was unassuming, bland, like him. He was forgettable. The forgettable man was wearing a forgettable suit, forgettable shoes. He was the kind of man you saw every day in the street and didn't think twice about. Except he almost embodied that aspect, as though he was trying not to be remembered, and succeeding.

The sergeant looked up, a harassed frown on her face. "Yes can I help you?"

"I'd like to report a missing person Sergeant Matthews." The man hadn't looked at her name tag, but she dismissed it as she frustratedly blinked exhaustion from her eyes. "Yes, do you have a description? Name, age, photograph?"

He slid a photograph across the desk.

"Name," the man seemed thoughtful for a while, "Nikita, that's what she'll be using."

The sergeant sighed as she settled down to fill in the form. "I've just got a few questions to ask you."

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita straightened herself, recapturing some of the serenity that seemed usually unshakable in her expression. There was feeling that she could not shake, it wasn't just the storm...she knew that much. She loved storms even for all their powerful and overwhelming energies.
No, the feeling reminded her of the way a deer freezes and examines its surroundings before sprinting away for its life.

"Prey...." that is what it was, the feeling of being pursued. To an observer her eyes seemed to darken, pupils nearly drowning the blue from them.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Richard Anders

He listened to ger and frowned, she was not instable, just not forthcoming with anything. He lead her to his front door and opened it, leading her into the shelter of the apartment, closing the door behind them.

"Would you like to take a warm shower while I make some soup?"

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

A warm shower, the very thought of it sent tremors of excitement through her. "you know....I always thought bathing in warm water would be a lovely thing" she said with a cheerful smile. She looked around the apartment from ceiling to floor finding something interesting about it all. She looked at trinket like objects for a solid minute at a time before looking down at the floor and seeing the little puddle of rian forming at her feet and drop to the floor using her very damp oversized coat to attempt to sop up the water.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He stopped her by gently taking her shoulders and helping her stand up,

"I will dry that up. Come."

He led her to the bathroom where there was a bath with shower attachment, a toilet and a small hand wash basin with a mirror. He sat her down on the lid of the toilet and ran a bath for her. When the warm bath was ready he looked at her,

"Obviously I have no female clothing, but behind the door is a robe which you can wear when you have finished your bath. I will heat up some soup."

He left, pulling the door slightly close so that he could hear her if she called.

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita sat watching the water as it filled the bath, holding her hands over the steam marveling at its warmth. Her eyes sparkled and she giggled a bit with excitement. "Thank you for your kindness" she smiled up at him happily and watched him leave the room already beginning to remove the layers before he had crossed the doorway to leave.

When she had removed all of her clothes and dipped her foot in gingerly a loud gasp escaped her and she pulled it out just as quickly. It took her a moment to try again and lower herself slowly into the warm fragrant water moaning and sighing as she did.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He quickly dried the water that had pooled on his floor, then after hanging his own jacket up he went about heating up some soup, he looked out of his window at the sleets of rain as they cascaded down from the heavens. Pretty soon the smell of heating soup started to fill the air and he got out two soup bowls. He ran a hand through his still damp hair and wondered about the strange woman occupying his bathroom at that very moment.

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita stretched out and laid her head back in the warm water marveling at the soothing sensations that moved through her tired muscles.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back for a few moments even letting her whole head under water, as she finally seemed to grasp what had happened. The fog in her mind slowly beginning to life and she smiled opening her eyes when she smelled the soup.
Her brief moment of joy was snatched when she saw the pinkish red hue that the water had taken. "no....." she said to herself as she stood in the bathtub watching the pink run down her legs. A whimper of realization started in her throat as she stepped from the water and turned to look in the mirror over the wash basin. She moved her wet hair out of the way and examined the wounds lay between her shoulder blades. There were tears , how could there not be but she stopped them as quickly as they had started. There were things she was not ready to face...this was one of them.

She couldn't bear to lay eyes on them long, the pain they invoked inside of her was so far deeper than the wounds. Nikita reached quickly for the robe Richard had pointed out and pulled it around herself them, pushed the bathroom door open to find him and the wonderful smelling soup.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He was busy spooning the soup into one of the bowls when she came out, hair still wet, but at least for now drier and warmer than in the rain. He pushed the bowl over to a seat at the kitchen counter and placed a spoon in the hot liquid,

"Looking a bit better already, get some food inside you."

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

She stared at the soup for a long moment and then sat down and let her hands feel the heat coming from the bowl. "thank you , for everything" she said quietly as she stirred and sipped from the spoon.

"I have nothing to repay you with" she said as she tightened the robe around herself. "I did not expect to find such kindness here"

 

[DeathsKnight]

He nodded,

"You're welcome and you're not alone, not many people expect kindness or compassion in the city of angels."

He sat down watching her,

"I'm sorry if you have told me, but I don't think that I have caught your name?"

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

She stopped eating for a moment and gave him a surprised stare. "oh...thats right..names..." she smiled "I am Nikita, or called that sometimes anyway,...occasionally Nik" she finished. "I don't think I know yours either..." she continued enjoying the warm soup and scanned the rooms. "I guess that is something I should have asked. ...who you are I mean"

 

[DeathsKnight]

He smiled,

"You did seem to feel alarmed when I told you my name the first time. Afraid I will lock you away. I'm a police officer, my name is Richard Anders. It is good to meet you Nikita. You have a last name?"

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita finished her soup and pushed the bowl away from herself a bit. "It is lovely to meet you Richard Anders" she started but chewed on her lip anxiously "that is what police officers do isn't it? Lock away the wicked so they can harm no one else?" she asked with a solemness to her voice. "No,...just Nikita , no other names" she said with a shrug as though that were the most normal thing.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He nodded his head,

"We serve and protect, but you are not wicked are you Nikita? Can you perhaps remember where you're from? Where the people call you Nik?"

 

[WhatsBroknAlice]

Nikita looked up blankly into his face as if his question was quite absurd. "Why...I must be quite wicked, or I would not be here....I can leave if you request that of me...." she said "but, where i was..i cant go back there. I couldn't know the way if that was my desire. I am not for that place now"

 

[DeathsKnight]

He studied her intently, she was very serious, no delusions and if there was any delusions of grandeur designs, he was not trained to see them. He spooned the last of the soup into her bowl and presented it to her,

"I'll be right back."

He got up and paused,

"You don't have to leave, but if you wish to leave I would ask you to put some clothes on. A robe is not a lot of protection."

He went into the bathroom, he was originally planning on using the toilet, but the sight of the blood tinted water in the tub stopped him short. What the hell? The footprints indicated that she had gotten out and went to the hand wash basin, turned...she used the mirror. He went back into his apartment and looked at her as she sat at the counter.

"Nikita, why is there blood in my bath? Are you hurt?"