Jennifer ran through many back alleyways, and felt nothing but the cold and blood rushing around her. She felt lonely. She was lonely. No one had cared for her since her parents died when she was only 14. No one had been in her life to protect her from the harsh treatments she was receiving from the hospital two years ago. She escaped, but only to be brought back into another institution by Servarrius. She never knew that she was going to be an experimental project again. Now she was what many wanted her to be. A freak! All her loneliness brought back many memories to her. Dark memories. It clouded her mind with fear and no one was there to help her.

She leaned her back against a brick wall, and slowly slid down until she sat on the cold concrete ground. She wrapped her arms around her body, her wings surrounding her, but only shouldering a part of the cold. Her eyes stung with tears as she wept with loneliness and denial. Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks, but they didn’t last long as she felt the cold sweep her tears away. She felt that no one cared for her. Or did she?

Two large beings glided across the clear sky of Manhattan. Sweeping a clean glance over the borough, Broadway and Brooklyn looked around to see if anything was out of place. But also if anything would disturb the peace. Even though Manhattan was noisy, the alleyways toward the east side were very quiet.

“Guess nothing is going on tonight” Broadway said as he scanned the streets for anything unusual.

“Yeah. You think we should head home?” Brooklyn asked as he looked down, but something caught his sight. He looked down below him, and saw a shape with a pair of wings in a dark alleyway. He felt like saying it was Demona, but he knew she wasn’t in town. She was in Paris. He felt the urge of saying that it could have been Maggie, but the mutate was with Talon in the Labyrinth. He couldn’t tell who or what it was, but he wanted to find out.

“Hey, look! You think it’s Demona?” Broadway asked as he looked at his rookery brother, and wondered what he was thinking.

“Let’s check it out” Brooklyn replied as he glided down toward the alley with cautious.

Jennifer wanted to get out of the cold. Her limbs were ready to give up on her, but she needed to be in a safer and warmer environment. She stood up from the ground, and began to walk a few steps. Her ears caught the sound of flying in her direction. She looked up and gasped, feeling the Morpheus might have found her. Though she wasn’t wearing the tracking device. She tore it off during her escape from Gen-U-Tech. seeing two beings flying down to her, she backed away from their landing, and ran down to halfway down the alley.

Brooklyn and Broadway landed gently on the concrete ground, and looked at the creature they saw from above. She wasn’t either Demona or Maggie. This was a new person. She was different. She had bat wings on her back as well as her arms. They were black on the outside and silver-grey on the inside. She had patches red and light brown fur with dark brown stripes all over her body. Her hair was a mixture of light brown and silver grey and it hung like a mane to the left side of her head and shoulders. Her tail was bushy and swishing nervously around her. Her eyes were light blue and they looked at them with terror.

“That’s not Demona. And that ain’t Maggie” Broadway pointed out as Brooklyn looked at her with sorrow.

“No…stay away from me…” Jennifer begged as she began to back away from the both of them. Her hands and front wings in front of her, she thought they were working for Servarrius.

“No, don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you” Brooklyn coaxed as he cautiously stepped toward her.

Jennifer stepped back once more, but fell to the ground. She looked at them, and began to whimper. She closed her eyes and forced her forearm wing in front of her. She felt threatened as though she were going to be beaten. But as he came toward her, he knelt in front of her, and slowly pushed her arm away from her face.

Feeling her sorrow, Brooklyn moved her wing with one hand, and placed the other on her cheek. He slowly soothed her from rubbing her soft porcelain skin. She felt this touch. She never felt anything like it before. It was soft, and gentle. But most of all, it was warm. She gave in to his touch, and relaxed her body. She felt her throat beginning to purr to him.

“You’re safe” he replied softly to Jennifer as he helped her to her feet, and ran his talon through her hair. She looked at him, and slowly felt a smile come to her face. But that disappeared as her vision began to swim. It blurred her sight of looking at him and the other gargoyle. Her body wouldn’t concentrate as she fell into oblivion of darkness, and began to fall to the side.

Brooklyn watched her faint, but quickly caught her before she fell to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her, one underneath the crook of her knees, and the other around her back. He looked at her softly, and felt the need to be with her.

“You think we should take her to a hospital?”

“No, they’ll just put her back in Gen-U-Tech or wherever she came from”

“We can’t just leave her here, Brook”

“Yeah. We should take her back to the clock tower. I’m not risking the chance to letting someone kill her while she’s out here” he responded back to his brother as he looked at her one more time before scaling the wall. He held her with one arm around her waist, and scaled the wall with the other talon and his legs. He climbed onto the edge of the building, and wrapped both arms around Jennifer again.

“So, who wants to tell Goliath about this?” Broadway asked as he looked at Brooklyn.

Neither said a word, and jumped off the ledge, spreading their wings and glided across the city back to the clock tower.

Brooklyn looked down at her, this angel that he rescued from the darkness. She needed someone to help her. And he was the one to be there for her.

But what neither of them realized was that there was someone watching them. Someone who hated them with a passion. But this was not Demona. This was a new enemy. Morpheus watched them take his mate away from him. But he knew where they would take her. He just needed someone who knew about them and their history. This might be the chance to call an old friend up.