Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple

@its-michael-lewis

Michael Lewis || 22 || Angelic Physiology

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Castiel furrowed his brow at the 67 years, deciding not to question it. He had wings, Cas didn’t know what else he was capable of. Continuing to enjoy the fries, he spared Michael a small glance when he revealed his name. “I know you’d rather not,” was the simple reply before he cocked his head. “Isn’t Michael the name of some angel?”

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Michael reached over and grabbed a fry from Castiel, and he nodded. Being in a test subject for a few decades made reading his favorite and only past time activity. He was pretty sure he could recite the bible backwards if he wanted to. "The Archangel Michael. The archangel who put Lucifer in Hell. When my mutation first showed the religious nuts thought that I was the Archangel Michael. I thought it was hilarious, y'know after I got use to the fact that I had wings."

Eli wasn't thinking quick enough, he should have been getting away before he got hurt. Obviously, he wasn't fast enough and the man's fist caught his face, blood dripping into his bottom lip as he blacked out, falling to the ground.

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Michael felt slight panic go through him when Eli's limp body fell to the ground and he paced around. "Oh my god, oh my god." He muttered, sighing when the blood finally stopped dripping from his nose. After a quick check to make sure that he hadn't somehow killed Eli, he looked around and opened the door to a nearby supply closet. He grabbed Eli's wrists and slowly dragged him to the closet, propping him up against the wall. He quickly closed the door and looked around to make sure no one just saw him hide an unconscious man's body.

#c: Eli #hide the evidence

"One and a half, actually," he replied through a mouthful of fries, actually smiling at the taste of decent food. "Fast food joints are surprisingly hard to steal from." Licking the grease from his fingers, he glanced back up when The guy spoke. "Castiel," he replied after a moment of considering whether or not to tell him. "Don't think I'm going to stop calling you angel boy if you tell me your name."

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"Heh, that's nothing try over 67 years without fast food." He said with a small laugh. He took a moment to think about how strange of a name Castiel was before he rolled his eyes. He finished the rest of his burger and sighed. "Well, my name is Michael. I'd rather not be referred to as angel boy."

Eli watched with fascination as blood came from the boy's nose, a small smirk developing on his lips. He had it coming. After saying those things, he deserved it. Hearing him shout, Eli backed away slightly, scooting backwards on his butt.

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Michael tilted his head back as he tried to stop the blood, and he saw that smirk on Eli's lips. He felt anger boil inside of him and he quickly stood up, not worried about the blood still leaking from his nose anymore. His wings flared out behind him, and he grabbed the front of Eli's shirt, yanking him up. He brought his fist back and punched Eli in the nose, before he let him go.

"I d-don't want to." Eli shook his head as Michael spoke to him, his eyes stinging with salty tears. He was so scared, and no one was trying to help. He looked down at the small cuts he'd left and then down at the floor, before pulling an arm away from him, curling a fist and punching him in the face.

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Seeing the tears in Eli's eyes made Michael roll his eyes. He felt Eli pull his arm away and the next thing he knew he felt pain burst throughout his face. He yelped and let go of Eli's other hand, in favor of holding his bleeding nose. "Y-You fucking bastard!"

I d-don't like this place.

Eli looked up at the boy with wide eyes, his bony hands shaking as they were held. He didn’t know what was going on, what was happening to him. Maybe it was this power, this horrible curse. He just wanted to be normal.

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Michael sighed when Eli looked up at him, and he continued to hold his hands feeling them shaking in his own. "Come on, let's get your arms cleaned up." He said, almost feeling bad for Eli. Almost. "I'm going to let your hands go, but don't scratch yourself again, okay?"

I d-don't like this place.

Eli clenched his jaw in order to keep himself calm, he usually tried other things, but now he was panicking. His short fingernails found his forearms and he dug them into the pale skin, scratching until he started to bleed.

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Michael looked down as he saw blood start to show on Eli's arms. He quickly grabbed his hands to make him stop. "Don't do that, you idiot. Great now your blood is on my hands, literally."

"Fine by me," Cas said with a smug tone, quickly accepting the bag before the other changed his mind. "Pleasure doing business with you." He spared him a wink, scooting back and quickly digging into the bag, savoring the flavor of the greasy food with a pleased moan.

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Michael rolled his eyes at the wink and sat down across from Cas, as he started to eat his burger. "You act like you haven't eat fries in years." He commented, looking at the way Cas dug into the bag. He stayed quiet for a few minutes, before he spoke again, "What's your name?"

"You risk getting caught by not giving me any," he countered. "Sharing is caring, right, Angel boy?" His lip quirked up at the side, testing the other to deny his demand.

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Michael glared down at Cas, weighing his options as he did. Either he gave Cas his food or the douche bag would tell someone. With a frustrated sigh, he handed the other his fries. "Fine, douche bag, but you're not getting my burger."

I d-don't like this place.

N-no, you don’t- you don’t m-mean that.

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Of course I mean it. You and every other freak locked in here deserve to be here.

Cas quirked an eyebrow as the wings flared, mostly too fascinated with them to be scared of the offensive motion. "I'll consider it," he threw back nonchalantly. Both eyebrows raised then and his eyes moved down to the meal the other male had before he glanced back meaningfully at him.

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Michael slowly lowered his wings when he realized that it wasn't intimidating him at all. He looked where Cas' eyes were moving and he shook his head. "No way. I'm not giving you my food," he said, moving it so it was out of the other's sight. "I risked getting caught sneaking out to get this food."

I d-don't like this place.

I d-didn’t hurt anyone, I s-swear.

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You may have not hurt anyone, but you could. Your power is dangerous, you deserve to be in here.

I d-don't like this place.

There’s healers… I m-make people do w-whatever I want.

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Okay, healers are decent. So, you have mind control, interesting. No wonder they locked you up then.

Cas just scoffed, not understanding his issue. Yeah, they looked slightly bothersome but he had wings for fuck's sake. And he had actual food. "I'm not that easy to get rid off, angel boy," Cas said in a half mocking tone, sitting down cross legged on the ground.

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Michael looked down at Cas, and he flared his wings out behind him to hopefully intimidate him. "Don't call me angel boy." He said, feeling his annoyance with this guy increase. "What is it going to take to make you leave?" He just wanted to eat his food in peace, was that too much to ask?

I d-don't like this place.

Some p-people have good powers.

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I don't consider any powers good. Speaking of powers, what's your power?

I d-don't like this place.

S-some people like it…

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Well, those people are crazy. Anyone who's sane wouldn't like being a freak.

I d-don't like this place.

I’m n-not a freak. I don’t… w-want to be.

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Do you think the rest of us wanted to be freaks?

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