Angels of Death IC

Leia had her eyes closed. At least she thought she did. Blindness was such a surreal feeling sometimes, and she had lost the ability to differentiate between just closing her eyes and being blind. Slowly, Leia began to open her eyes; light poured in between the cracks of her eye lids and a room took shape around her. Her bedroom in the group apartment. Technically, it was her home.. but it didn't feel like it, not yet at least.

Sitting up in bed, Leia took in her surroundings; dirty laundry was spewed around the room, an empty Coke can lay on it's side on the end table and a bird sat outside the open window churping to no end. "Another wonderful morning.." Leia grumbled, rubbing her sore eyes and patting down her mess of wavy blonde hair. She noticed that her roommate had already gone out as well as many of the other teens living in the apartment and shrugged. No one said when her job started or when it ended; it's a Saturday, I'm sleeping in. she had thought to herself earlier this morning when her departing roommate woke her up. Now, Leia rose reluctantly out of bed and stumbled towards the shower. She washed her hair and body quickly and threw on a black t-shirt and some jeans. Looking at the clock, Leia realized the others would be coming back for lunch soon and decided to start making something, uncaring if others would it eat as long as she got first dibs. Leia rummaged through the fridge, which was stocked every Wednesday for them, and found some lunch meat and lettuce. Shrugging, Leia went over to the pantry and grabbed some white bread. She put a sandwich together for herself and stared at it before eating. You know, this is sort of a delicacy... she thought, remembering her days of searching through garbage cans for food. Sighing, Leia sat down at the kitchen counter and ate.

Michael had run; it's not like it's the first time it happened. Whenever things seemed to get out of hand for him, he ran. So here he was, back on the streets again, as far away from that apartment as he could manage. They thought they could tell him what to do, but he wasn't going to be fooled. This is my power, and I'm going to use it how ever I like he thought bitterly to himself, but he forced a charming smiling as a young woman passed by the bench he was seated on. The woman turned to see Michael, giggled nervously and kept walking. She turned around once to glance at him again before running off. Michael's smile faded as soon as the woman was out of sight. He groaned, "I'm so bored.." he said out loud quietly just as another girl passed by; this one was younger and probably about his age. Well, maybe I can have some fun for a little while.. he thought, grinning again. The grin was intended to look threatening, but Michael still seemed to look charming no matter how he smiled. The girl stopped; she was a brave one and equally foolish. "Hello, how are you this morning?" He asked sweetly, his voice soft and gentle. The girl turned bright red and twirled a strand of her long curly brown hair. "I'm good.. and you?" She said very quietly. Michael stood up and got close to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you.." He said, leaning in dangerously close to the tomato colored girl, who was avoiding his gaze. "Now now, why won't you look at me?" He asked, his voice hurt, and then he transformed before her eyes. She looked up. She screamed and ran in the other direction. Michael laughed, that never got old.