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Come on! You know every anime comic needs some out of the world nonsence!!

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It was getting harder to breath. His chest burned with every inhale he could take, the thick smoke choking him, the flames licking around him, threatening to burn him alive. Trevor coughed, broken ribs straning, blood trailing down his torso. This wasn't good.

His mind was haze as he tried to remember what happened... One moment he was next to the car... He listened to the cue and the second he turned, his body was impacted with hot heat and was tossed from one set to another... Closing his eyes, his body began to shake with pain. "Mismarked.." He coughed. The car exploded on the wrong cue and he got hit. His body began to weakin as his eyes burned from the heat. He was stuck.. His body was tossed into a set building, which got cought on fire from the explosion. He was trapped.. he was going to burn alive... Covering his mouth with his arm, he slumped to the floor as the flames danced arund him, he felt them getting close, his long hair falling from his wig, hissing, curling up as they burned.

"Damn..."

But as his eyes began to lose focus and his body give up. He felt a hand touch him. Cold fingers touching his jaw, lifting his slumped head and a soft voice whisper out.

'Move.'

He was choking from the smoke, he hurt all over, he shoke his head but the voice only spoke again, those cold fingers gripping his chin tighter. 'Move.' With all his strength, Trevor opened his eyes, and they only widen in shock. A young women was before him... dark tan skin, dressed in a fashion that he never seen. Her black coal short hair floating around her, but never catching fire. Her skin didn;t sweat from the heat not did she react to the fire around them. He frowned in confusion before he noticed what laid on her back.

Wings

He smiled slowly then, blood trailing down along his jaw. "So... Your my guardian angel?" The women before him, with those blood red eyes, only stared before letting him go. 'Something like that..' He closed his eyes again sighing, 'You going to be quick?' He heared her move and when he looked, she was standing, her wings spreading out around them, blocking the flames from falling onto him. 'Your name.. is not complete on my list.' He frowned at her as she turned, pointing to the opening of the building. 'Move. Your death is not now.'

Trevor looked to her coughing, his body hurting, throbbing. He only slumped into the wall he leaned on, titling his head back. 'It hurts to much..' He whispered. 'Just... make it quick.' Silence greeted him, letting his ears hear the music of wood cracking, hissing from the fire, even the loud crashes of the buildings next door catching ablaze begin to cave in. But what this women said next made his blood run cold and his heart stop. His body shocked itself to sitting up, his one good arm holding his pained chest as he stared at her. Her voice was emtionless, blunt as she looked out the opening, watching the flames lick the air as she pointed at the crowed that stood just outside, poitning to one person in the pact that cried.

'Move... or your son shall die too.'

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Come on! You know every anime comic needs some out of the world nonsence!!

~~~~~~~~~~{@

It was getting harder to breath. His chest burned with every inhale he could take, the thick smoke choking him, the flames licking around him, threatening to burn him alive. Trevor coughed, broken ribs straning, blood trailing down his torso. This wasn't good.

His mind was haze as he tried to remember what happened... One moment he was next to the car... He listened to the cue and the second he turned, his body was impacted with hot heat and was tossed from one set to another... Closing his eyes, his body began to shake with pain. "Mismarked.." He coughed. The car exploded on the wrong cue and he got hit. His body began to weakin as his eyes burned from the heat. He was stuck.. His body was tossed into a set building, which got cought on fire from the explosion. He was trapped.. he was going to burn alive... Covering his mouth with his arm, he slumped to the floor as the flames danced arund him, he felt them getting close, his long hair falling from his wig, hissing, curling up as they burned.

"Damn..."

But as his eyes began to lose focus and his body give up. He felt a hand touch him. Cold fingers touching his jaw, lifting his slumped head and a soft voice whisper out.

'Move.'

He was choking from the smoke, he hurt all over, he shoke his head but the voice only spoke again, those cold fingers gripping his chin tighter. 'Move.' With all his strength, Trevor opened his eyes, and they only widen in shock. A young women was before him... dark tan skin, dressed in a fashion that he never seen. Her black coal short hair floating around her, but never catching fire. Her skin didn;t sweat from the heat not did she react to the fire around them. He frowned in confusion before he noticed what laid on her back.

Wings

He smiled slowly then, blood trailing down along his jaw. "So... Your my guardian angel?" The women before him, with those blood red eyes, only stared before letting him go. 'Something like that..' He closed his eyes again sighing, 'You going to be quick?' He heared her move and when he looked, she was standing, her wings spreading out around them, blocking the flames from falling onto him. 'Your name.. is not complete on my list.' He frowned at her as she turned, pointing to the opening of the building. 'Move. Your death is not now.'

Trevor looked to her coughing, his body hurting, throbbing. He only slumped into the wall he leaned on, titling his head back. 'It hurts to much..' He whispered. 'Just... make it quick.' Silence greeted him, letting his ears hear the music of wood cracking, hissing from the fire, even the loud crashes of the buildings next door catching ablaze begin to cave in. But what this women said next made his blood run cold and his heart stop. His body shocked itself to sitting up, his one good arm holding his pained chest as he stared at her. Her voice was emtionless, blunt as she looked out the opening, watching the flames lick the air as she pointed at the crowed that stood just outside, poitning to one person in the pact that cried.

'Move... or your son shall die too.'