xx Watch - Me - Fade - Away xx

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Matthaeus Comis was old. Older than you could believe, though he wore the face of a young man. He had lived and died in Ancient Roe, then returned to Earth as... as what? He wasn't even sure. He couldn't be called an angel, nor a demon. He was just a spirit, something no one had ever thought up a real name for. A soul returned from Purgatory. It wasn't supposed to be possible. And yet, there he was, walking the Earth, the soil beneath his feet, the sky above his head, the sun shining down and warming his skin. That particular day, he was walking along a street in downtown Manhattan. He wasn't sure why he stayed so close to the Protectors' base, when he was a rogue to them. In their opinion, he was worse than a demon. They didn't understand how he came to be any more than he did, but they sure knew about him. Oh, yes, they knew. And they hated and feared him. If he were wise, he would get to the other side of the country, maybe even the world, get as far away from the Protectors as possible. Something kept him close, though, something he couldn't explain. He just did his best to avoid notice... which usually didn't work out so well. He couldn't help himself from jumping into dangerous situations, saving lives. For someone who wanted to hide, he got involved far too often. He didn't know how to keep his head down. He was bad at doing what was good for him. Take his relationships with other people, for example. He'd seen so many people that he cared about, that he loved, die. Stuck on Earth as he was, he'd never get to see them again. Any magical being got trapped in Purgatory when they died, and any angel or demon was forbidden to see anyone he'd known in their lifetime. His heart shattered into smaller pieces every time he lost someone. He kept letting himself grow close to people, despite himself. He fell in love and made friends. Sometimes he would try to push people away, to keep them at arms-length, but they always wore him down eventually. He craved love, affection, human contact. He needed it, just the way everyone else did. Maybe more.

[moonlightnightmare]

Melody found herself in quite the predicament. Rival gangs, two of them. In a rather large groups. This wouldn't end well. She pull free two small hand guns both filled with rounds. Her only shot was to take them all down at once. Which she had all faith she could do...Okay, maybe not all of them but enough of the bastards to scare the others away. She shot, two, four, six, eight. ten. But they kept crawling out of the wood work and she was out of ammo. The worst part was, from the look on their faces, she was like a trophy. They didn't want to kill her, they wanted to take her. In more ways than one she assumed. She prepared herself for hand to hand. That was the only option she had left, and may the angels watch over her because she was going to need every single one to make sure she didn't die today.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Matt's head snapped up when he heard the gunfire. Knowing better than to do so, he took off down the street in the direction of the sound. Guns meant danger, and danger... well, that meant Matt was probably going to show up. He had a knack for sniffing out danger. It helped that he, unlike most, actually went looking for it.

[moonlightnightmare]

She whipped around and tried to find a way out of the surrounding others. One of them pulled out their own gun and trained in on her. "Don't move or I will shoot you." "Ohhhh I'm so scared. Come on then, on with it."She smirked. Before someone does something stupid.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Matt slipped past the gangsters and into the circle to stand beside Melody. "Now, now, everyone," he said, his accent--somewhat British, somewhat Italian--coming through strongly. "There's no need for all that... violenty stuff. Why can't we all just get along?"

[moonlightnightmare]

"This little bitch just killed our brothers. And you expect us to let her live?"One of them snapped off.
"I wouldn't have killed them if they'd had half the brain to you know...Not surround me like a pack of voltures and look like they were trying to kill me. I was merely defending myself."Melody said, a smirk on her face. Who was the stranger though, she was seriously concerned about that. A peace lover. Wasn't going to do him any good in gang filled streets.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Matt laughed, somewhat nervously. "I know you guys are team players, but she'll probably shoot the first five of you before you can get a bullet off," he said. He actually wasn't sure how proficient this girl was with a gun, but she looked like she knew how to use it.

(Couldn't resist xD)

[moonlightnightmare]

"Ah the first 10 easily."She smirked, moving quickly to kick the guns out of two of their hands, catching them in each of her hands.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"First ten, really?" Matt asked, shooting her a grin. Honestly, he hoped no one would end up dying. Unlike him, this young lady clearly didn't mind shooting people. He shouldn't like that, but for some reason it didn't bother him.

[moonlightnightmare]

"11 for you, honey."She laughed, pointing the guns at the men.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Oh, stop it," Matt said. Was this girl flirting with him? Well, that was certainly new. The gangsters around them had a bewildered look on their face, and he couldn't blame them. Who was this guy? he assumed they were thinking.

[moonlightnightmare]

"Make me."She bore a full face grin now, scrunched up cheek and everything.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Yeah, well, maybe I will," Matt replied, strengthening the jacket of his suit. His eyes twinkled at he smiled at her, seemingly oblivious of the fact that they were surrounded by hostile gangsters.

[moonlightnightmare]

"Is this really important flirting? Because I'm sure we all feel like we're higher on the priority list."One of the gangsters snapped.
"Oh yes. Sweetie, you might want to duck."She smirked, bullets firing quickly and soon enough the other half of the gangsters were down for the count, she dropped the guns, and gave him a light shrug of her shoulders.
"Told you easily 10 and 11 for you."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Matt did as she said, dropping into a crouch as bullets flew around him. When it was all over, he straightened up. He really should be freaking out right then. She'd just shot eleven people. Instead, though, he just smiled at her. "Well, then," he said.

[moonlightnightmare]

"It's hard to live on the streets. You do whatever you can to survive."She said, stepping over the bodies and walking away from the scene. Her curly hair bounced slightly with each movement.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Matt jogged after her. "Who are you?" he asked. "What's your name?"

[moonlightnightmare]

"Melody Rivers. Most people call me River though. I don't care either way."She said, "And what am I supposed to call you, sweetie?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Matt," he replied, not bothering to give his full name. It was better if people didn't know it.

[moonlightnightmare]

"I like it. Well Matt. Do you have a habit of saving Damsels not in Distress?"