' they think we’re dangerous. ' (imogen or bambi @ isaac?)
the house on mango street
it’s the first time he’s ever really fought back without thinking about it. it was only isaac, imogen, and the angel accompanying them since they couldn’t be trusted on their own. it isn’t until their supervisor grabs imogen’s arm to keep her close that isaac finally does something (it was the sum of weeks of not fighting back to small things like this, and this was the tipping point).
when he thinks about it, he can’t remember feeling in control of himself at that moment– taking the angel to the ground with a thud and his fists aiming for their nose and eyes over and over. it’s not until his knuckles are swollen and dripping with blood that he gives way to imogen grabbing his arm to pull him off of them. isaac doesn’t have to look over to see that the angel is still alive since he can hear them whimpering and scrambling to get to their feet and away from him.
the nephilim sit on the ground, isaac resting his forearms on his knees and steadying his shaking hands by balling them into fists again. he doesn’t hear what imogen says at first, but when his brain finally syncs up with his ears, his stomach turns to knots. black eyes are looking to the blood pooling in the dirt under his hand, though his gaze is a million miles away. isaac’s shoulders shrug with almost instant resignation to this.
“we are. they made sure of it.”
