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False Angel "Gabriel"

Quiet, calm, yet paranoid was Jonah Marshall. Sitting alone in the van for the second month without Adam since the incident. Terrified of being left behind, yet he had to leave his best friend to save himself. Breakdown after breakdown, Jonah went on investigations alone.

With a heavy heart he did so. Instability wracked his mentality as he went on. Encounter after encounter happened as he was fighting for his life once every day.

Alone is he. He can’t muster up the fight in him to do what he should have done when Adam was still here. Not anymore. He’s got alternate blood in him now that he dealt with the one on the side of the road.

Groaning, he covered half of his face with his hood. Attempting to stop that weird black substance from taking his place entirely. He knew he wouldn’t get his body back if it happened, so why let it? He fought for his life enough, now he has to fight for his body.

Shaking, Jonah bit down on his lip as he felt pain surging through his left side. Looking down at his hand and noticing a few eyes resting on the dark film covering him.

“ No. Nono– I’m not letting this happen– “ he hissed. Clawing at the seats, crying out for help. He knew nobody would help someone with alternate blood, yet it was worth a try. Begging for someone to come and save him from this hellish feeling. From his despair, his anger, his sadness… All emotions were harming him now.

Kicking at the seat ahead of him as he whined out. He felt sick and alone. Just like Adam wanted him to…

Right?

As he felt himself struggling to get his body under his own control again, he convulsed violently a few times before vomiting. More of that filmy black stuff…

“ … Oh God. “

Coughing, he tried his very best to rid himself of every bit of it. Nothing seemed to be working. It was only that stuff covering half his body. He felt disgusting.

He never wanted this to happen.

But he knew Adam did.

His hands shook as he held himself, trying to keep himself from screeching out in agony. Writhing in pain, he clung to the last bits of sanity held in his own. He felt disgusting for trusting anyone. Why would he ever trust that stupid creature? But he shouldn’t lie to himself, that “stupid creature” was the reason he’s alive now. His breath was heavy as he struggled to keep his composure.

Until he convulsed. Vomiting up whatever the fuck was left in his body. He hasn’t eaten in three days.

He was sick. Twisted, even. A horrible amalgamation of a human and not. His body ached.

Even if he tried to eat, it wouldn’t make him feel any better. It never worked.

Finally, someone stopped their car. They got out, and opened the door to the van.

That face was one he could remember.

Sarah lifted the boy out of the car, softly cradling him like a lost baby. Jonah instinctively clung to her, trembling as if he was slowly dying. It definitely felt and looked like he was, but he was more than alive.

She shushed his sobs, taking him into her car. She sighed as she started it, heading back to her brother’s old house.

Jonah knew he wasn’t going to live with her. She’s just going to help him and dump his ass back out on the street.

He already caused enough pain, what’s one issue with himself? Besides, he deserved it after what he tried to do years and years ago.

Sarah was afraid, in a way. She stopped at her old home, sighing as she opened the door and stepped out. She opened Jonah’s door too.

“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for me,” She said, with a remarkably annoyed tone to her voice.

Wow, this is really cool, I liked it

W.I.P

I have no idea whether to draw his hair or not..

Happy family