Witness Protection: A Stray Angel

[StilletoKitten]

OOC: Please PM before joining. I am looking for a romance type thread, with a good writer. You could be a defector from either side, or a human, I don't care. The only restriction would probably be that you would have to have an excuse to be at the facility that Rachel is at at the moment. I had envisioned a witness-protection type theme, although departure from that is not out of the question. Looking forward to hearing from you.

The Premise: The year is 2157. Humanity has now fully come to understand the boundaries of physics, and as a result, They have discovered the separate physical planes of Heaven and Hell. Time-space distorting, highly advanced facilities, of which also are highly militarized, exist at the entrances to both planes. Heaven's Gate, controlled by the U.N., is located in Paris, France. Hell's Gate is located Seattle, Washington. Hell's gate is controlled by technology and weapons developer LILITH CORP. Lilith's forrays into international politics have been a huge disturbance to global stability. Some even say they have chosen to side with the demons in the war that, though eternal, is now perhaps more visible to the common people. Defectors from both realms have taken up with the humans, joining their militaries and infrastructures. Though many of the human's wish for heavens victory, many others just wish the gates to be closed forever. Even the Angels and Demons believe, at times, that the human's should be left to their own devices.

IC:
Rachel's blurry eyes stared unsteadily at the soldiers, shouting at her, their rifles held at attention. The glow of the portal behind her illuminated their serious faces. Servos whirred, metal clicked, and she was plunged into relative darkness. She could only just barely make out their silhouettes.

"On your knees, hands in the air!"

She obeyed, shivering, the cold room unforgiving against her nude, lithe frame. Beginning to recover from the off-putting trip, she spoke up. "I'm here to help, please..."

"Quiet. Get an anti-psych shield on her." One of the kinder soldiers placed a blanket over her bare shoulders. She clutched it tighter around herself, whispering. "Thank you."

Another troop spoke up, over some people muttering in french in the background. "C'mon, sarge. The Angels have never..."

"It's policy jackass. Now do it." Obeying, the man who gave her the blanket clasped a blinking wristband about her wrist. Rachel felt her extrasensory abilities dampen considerably.

"Someone get her some clothes. Put her in an interrogation chamber."

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They had given her a snug red sweater, and a pair of jeans. It was very comfortable, and Rachel spent her reamining time alone pacing the small room. The two-way glass acted as a mirror. I wonder what they are saying about me now... Her blue-green eyes were wide and questioning as she stared at her reflection. A slender finger traced the outline of her cheek, before moving to the soft skin of her real face. Being mortal was strange. Now it would be like this forever.

No, not forever. Now, she was going to die. "So little time..." The words were almost inaudible, as if Rachel herself was afraid she would hear. Turning abrubtly from her reflection, she closed her eyes. I'm not ready to think about this... She wondered how humans dealt with the stark reality of their mortality on a daily basis. It was too much.

But it was a price that Rachel had no choice but to pay. She had to tell the humans... She had to tell them about Lilith Corp... Soon, they would have the technology to build more gates, and the world would be overrun. Perhaps an even bigger threat was the rumors of technology enabling supernatural beings to retain their powers to the fullest extent, once they were beyond the gates. This was the price of her life. Oh, God... Please let them listen... Unlike days past, she couldn't tell if her prayer had been heard... and that terrified her.

Long blonde tresses whirled behind her, as she focused her attention on the doorknob, slowly turning...

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[marauder13]

"Hey!" He thumped what he hoped was the door with his shoulder. "You can't do this to me! I have fucking rights!"

He smacked the section of metallic wall with the ball of his palm as he stormed his way back into the middle of the room. He pushed his long light brown hair away from his face, hooking some of it behind his ears. The clinging strands stopped half way down his back when they finally settled.

"I know you arseholes can hear me. There are laws that you bastards have to abide by. Locking me in here is NOT ONE OF THEM!" He looked around for where the camera would be hidden. He knew that they would have one hidden in there somewhere. At least one.

His blue eyes continued to sweep the room in the futile effort to find the evidence to support his beliefs. Graham snorted to himself. It was his beliefs that got himself into the cell he occupied. The discovery of the gates was second biggest blunder by humans. Opening them was the biggest. He believed in a greater power, and he also believed that people were left to make their own decisions with minimal direct interference. Now, humans had opened the door, and pretty much tossed the keys away. He had heard some rumours, and decided to check them out. The UN were not operating in Australia, so he thought initially. There was nothing there that was important, compared to the Parisian base.

How wrong he was. The UN had some forward base of some sort in an abandoned building in the middle of a disused industrial estate. He just went nosing around. No fence around the place. No signs of life or activity. That was until he got to the side of the building. Several dark clad men had bounced him off the wall a few times, along with the ground and at least two booted feet. They were also armed with what looked like nasty and lethal firearms. He didn't remember much more as they hypoed him and he woke up in the brightly lit room.

His tall, slightly padded frame was garbed in a standard issue bright orange pair of coveralls, the type that will glow with the faintest amount of light. There was nothing else in the room, but a bright overhead light that had not been turned off for his entire stay. He slumped down in one corner, letting his rage simmer.

"I hope you fuckers are enjoying yourselves. PRICKS!"