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"When your pride is crushed, your hopes destroyed, and everything you loved broken, stand tall and tell them that they can't break me."

"When your pride is crushed, your hopes destroyed, and everything you loved broken, stand tall and tell them that they can't break me."

 

[align=center]Story ~

 

What happens when the world ends? A group of teens find out. Heaven isn't as beautiful as it's made up to be--it's ravaged by war and lies. They were taken away from their lives to help defeat the "evil". Their bodies live and breathe, but are empty shells. The real souls of the teens are in the sky, told they need to fight and win if they ever want to live again.

 

Outfitted as angels with wings and golden armor, these angels, the "Skylights", are outmatched, and they know it. The Skylights have but one power, while their enemies one as well, but are numerous. Yet these teenagers will have to defeat the evil "Sunbreakers", if they ever plan on making it home. If they don't make it, the only other option is to suffer in Hell for eternity.

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[align=right]Rules ~

 

1* Have you ever heard of spelling and grammar? If not, GTFO.

2* You can't control more than two characters. Sorry~ >;

3* Don't be rude to your fellow RP'ers. You can be nice if you want to, sweetie.

4* If you read these rules, put your favorite ice cream at the bottom.

5* You have one special power. That's it, bud.

6* Have fun~ 8D

 

-If I missed anything tell me - [/align]

 

Whoever wants to begin~

Riok sat in the HQ of the Sunbreakers.'' Man this bites. Haven't got any new missions yet. Wish i can kill someone right now with my sword.''said Riok as he started walking down the hallway.

Riok walked outside the HQ and saw the forest. He loved the forest. It always smelled good when he walks in. The smell of wet grass gets him in a better mood. Riok walked inside the forest to see if anything was going on.

When Riok walked in he smelled wet grass, Because It rained last night.

Sophie squinted out her window at a cruise ship--more tourists. They didn't bug her, though--today was her day. Saturday, the only day of the week she really cared about. She brushed hastily through her glossy dark hair, and threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a Spice Girls t-shirt.

 

"Dad," She chirped. "I'm going out~!" "Okay," Came a distracted reply. He was probably busy with work. With a careless roll of her eyes, Sophie decended the stairs. Life was quite sweet when you happened to be Sophie Peaks.

Nikki was in the forest when she heard something, she made her wigs grow down and started walking were the sound was coming from

Azura walked around the streets of the city.Everything was as busy as ever.She looked to the side to see the seemless endless ocean.She dodges a few kids who were running by."Hey,watch it."Azura says with a smile and sweetly."Sorry."The kids say as they keep running.Azura smiles and keeps walking along the street.She gets to the Morro and sees all of the people flying their kites."The kites seem so free.Flying in the sky.Only a small string to keep them still and in place."Azura says.

"Um... is anyone there?" said Nikki as she saw a something standing, then she saw that it was a person. "Hey can you answer my question please?"

Hunter huddled in his corner, lit cardboard burning warmly as he stared into the deep red flames. He stretched out a hand, touching the flame with the tips of his fingers. He cringed slightly and retracted his hand, looking at the minor burn.

 

He sighed quietly with no reason to sigh. He wasn't sad. He wasn't happy. Really, he just was tired of keeping quiet.

 

He stood up slowly, and awkwardly, stomping on the cardboard to put out the fire, the soles of his tennis shoes getting scorched and flames jumping onto his jeans.

 

He felt the heat through the jean material and was suprised he himself didn't catch on fire. It wouldn't be the first time.

 

Hunter pulled down the sleeves of his dark green shirt which he had rolled up before to scavenge through the alley, looking for anything valuable, like the cardboard he burned or perhaps his cap he lost in the same place. Now he was down to one.

 

He felt grimy and sure enough his shoes were covered in soot. The wind blew hard, throwing some of the specks in his face and he spit in disgust, trying to wipe any black smudges on his face with his sleeve.

 

He got most of it off, but now his shirt was disgusting. There was no way he could change out of it. He was a long way from the place he called home.

Sophie half-ran out towards the cruise ship. She loved it when all of the passengers came. Some of them were kind enough to stop and talk to her. She knew her dad would never be able to afford to send her away from her home on the Caymens, so her information came from the vacationers that passed through.

 

A man in a dark buissiness suit hustled by. She may've been a little too old for it, but Sophie still tried to charm people into speaking to her. "Hi," She chimed, smiling sweetly towards the man.

 

The man paused, glancing back at her, one pumpkin-colored eyebrow raised. "Hello, dear," He sounded a little unfocused. "Why, where are your parents? Still on the cruise ship?"

 

"No, my mom died when I was little, and my dad's at home working." She admitted, about to start her round of questions. By his accent, she guessed he was Scottish. "Where are from--"

 

"When is your father expecting you back?" He demanded sort of harshly.

 

Sophie was slightly taken aback. "Um, sunset--I come and go when I like. But I really wanted to ask you where--"

 

"Hey," He smirked. "I know a really cool place I'm sure even you haven't seen. Would you like to see it?" Crime wasn't exactly huge in the Caymen Islands. It was pretty relaxed, at least in that respect. She probably knew the spot, but it was a chance to ask questions. She nodded her consent.

 

Azura heard someone.She looked back.It was a girl."Oh.Hi..."Azura says."Hey,can you answer my question please?"The girl asks.Azura turns to her and smiles."Why sure.What is the question that you need answer of?"Azura asks.She looked at the sky.It was so blue."(One day.I'll be free enough to roam those skys...all for my own...And be free like the kites and the butterlies...)"Azura thinks.

Sophie became slightly more edgy as they walked. The man didn't speak, and hardly acknowledged her, other than once in a while gruffly ordering her to hurry up. "Um, you know, maybe I should head back home. It's almost lunch time.." She paused.

 

"Oh, no, you don't," The man snapped, grasping Sophie's arm and tugging.

 

"H-Hey!" She stammered, trying to sound bold, but it ended up sounding pitiful and squeaky. "Le-lemme go," If anything, his grip tightened. "Hey!" Finally she gathered the courage to shout. "Help--" The man slapped a palm over Sophie's mouth.

 

He growled, "Shut up. Someone might here you."

 

As the .45 cal bullet charged towards Sophie, one little tear slipped down her cheek, and she formed one thought. "I hope Mom isn't disappointed."

"You know what? I'm leaving, if I can't get you to talk I'm ganna go.'' The person gave her a look as she walked off. after five minutes of walking she got lost. "Aw man, Nikki why do you have to get lost all the time" she said to her self, then she heard a noise. "Who's there?"

Azura saw the grirl walk away."Oh,have I said something wrong?"Azura wonders.She shrugs and goes into the Morro.Strangely there was no one there.So she had it all by herself for the day.She went up to one of the windows and walked to the roof.She stood there stearing at the ocean.The Morro was pretty huge.And no one would see her or notice her."One time."Azura says.She lets her wings out.They seemed to lat out a type of shine as the sun hitted them.She letted herself fall over the edge and then started to fly around the Morro.Using the bulding itself as practice to dodge and move swiftly.

"Ow.." Sophie murmered, sitting up tentatively, her head pounding. She glanced around. "Where the fudgenuts did--holy chicken!" She stared at the motionless body beside her, and shrieked. "What the hell.." Sophie felt sweat bead on the back of her neck, and trembled in fear. The presumably dead body at her feet was surprisingly familiar, but seemed to be at an odd angle. Her face was flipped from the way she usually saw it. That was her body.

 

Sophie staggered a step away in horror. Holding the jacket she'd been wearing as a sort of trophy, the man from before sauntered away, a sadistic smile plastered to his face. Her breathing spiked, and she staggered back a step. She tripped, falling flat on her back. There was an odd extra amount of weight on her back, but she wasn't wearing a knapsack or anything. When she craned her head around to finally see what the object was, she screamed. Almost silvery-white wings greeted her.

Azura felt free as the wind hitted her face."Whoo-hoo!"Azura yells as she goes high up into the sky.She felt free.Like a kite witch string has been cutted off.She smiles and goes down.She gets close to the sea water.She uses her hand and touches the water as she flies.Her home,along with her wings,was like a paradise.But she just wondered if paradise even excisted.To count that she has to fight against those of hell,in order to finally rest in peace."That day...changed me..."Azura says.

"Hm, Vincent," One called to the other. An identical pair of honey eyes reached their mirror pair. The elder of the pair, Giovanni, sat on the rooftop of the Sunbreaker's headquarters. Vincent, his 'replica', was leaning against the guardrail that kept them from falling towards the ground. He let his face be hit with the slight breeze that blew their way. It felt nice against his skin, especially since it was recently caked in a thin layer of dirt.

 

They had finished training, although one wouldn't consider it much. With only the two of them, it consisted of Vincent replicating Giovanni's puppet powers, then the latter trying to use his powers on the other. In the end, the two ended up in a clumped up mess of puppet strings. There wasn't much left to do, especially since the two liked to avoid the other members of the army.

 

It wasn't that they were antisocial --okay they might've been a bit-- but after living a lifetime of people who couldn't tell them apart, then why spend even more time with morons? Sure, there was the obvious choice of one of them growing their hair out, or cutting it, but would defeat the purpose. They wanted someone who could tell them apart even with their identical looks. So there they were. They trained and spent the rest of the day on top of headquarters.

 

"What is it?" Vincent replied in a tone slightly higher than his brother's. That was mainly the difference that people overlooked, their voices. Giovanni's voice had a deeper tone, and it was often spoken in monotone. Vincent's voice was a pitch higher, and he never spoke unless spoken too.

 

Giovanni stood up and walked over to his brother. He leaned against the rail, mirroring Vincent's movements. "Don't you think it's such a nice day?" Vincent didn't reply, but he nodded his head. Yeah, it was the same as always.

Aleksander smoothed out his dark blue blouse. He had just come from outside, rushing into the headquarters. It was extremely windy and freezing fold on the way back to base, but now that he looked outside, everything seemed to have calmed down. Just his luck. The weather was nice and he was inside. But he had to fix himself up. Both of his parents always told him he should look presentable no matter what. It was one of the good things he picked up.

 

He tried to fix his hair without a mirror, the strands being blown out of place by the wind. He didn't want to have to redo his ponytail, seeing as he had no mirror, and trying to fix his hair up like that would take a while, so instead he let it down, combing it with his slender fingers.

 

Surely enough he looked fine so he decided to head on up to the rooftop, where the view was spectacular compared to anywhere else at Perhaps there'd be someone there and perhaps maybe not. Most of the time, Aleksander was up there for hours alone. But sometimes he would see two twins there, alike in almost every single way. He'd never spoken to them and wondered if he should. They seemed cold and might not converse with someone like Aleksander.

 

He was just a little confused that was all. He didn't see why people thought it was so wrong for him to look feminine. He thought he looked very pretty in his blouses and such. And even on his lazy days, when people said he actually looked like his biological gender because of he wore a t-shirt, he still kept in mind to look at least nice if not pretty.

 

Upon reaching the rooftop, Aleksander noticed that the wind had indeed calmed down. It was a nice breeze now, blowing his hair, but not enough to mess it up in any way shape or form.

 

Aleksander wasn't sure if he was pleased to see those twins again. He had said he would talk to them, but now he was thinking he'd do another time.

 

But he was already here, he might as well learn their names.

 

He walked up to them and spoke, almost too softly, hoping maybe they didn't hear him or something.

 

"Hello."

 

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Hunter stared at the empty lot which still held charred objects and the burned remains of his former body. The city never did take care of these parts of town.

 

They just let his house burn too. He had hoped someone would save him but no one did. He thought he'd get to see his dad up in heaven too. But he was stuck on Earth, same old Hunter but with wings.

 

He wasn't sure why he wasn't suprised by the dark wings stuck on his back. He just felt heavier but other than that it was like they were not there. They probably added a good few pounds, making him the weight he was suppose to be instead of his too skinny self. That is if he still weighed anything anymore. If he tried enough, he could even retract his raven-like wings so they stick to his back and they'd be practically unnoticeable.

 

And maybe things would brighten up. He could go anywhere now. Well, he wasn't sure, since he hadn't tested them to see if he could actually fly. But surely they could. At least for short distances. Anything was better than walking.

Azura remembers that day...when she died.

 

Azura was walking back home.She had in her hand some flowers that she had picked up for her mom."Mom is going to love these."Azura says happily.She saw the light red for the cars to stop and green for pedetrians to walk and cross the street.Azura walked long.And she was right in the middle when a car driven by a drunken man came at full speed.She heard a honk.She turned to see.Suddenly,screeches of the car trying to stop are heard.Screams are heard.The sirens of police cars are heard.People running and murmuring are heard as well.Blood was everywhere.But it was all leading to one body.Azura's.On her hand.The flowers she had picked up.

"Why the hell are you so stubborn?". A man in a suit points his finger in Taiyo's face. Taiyo shoves the man's hand out of his vision. The football game was about to end, and he didn't want to miss any second of it.

 

"Chill out bro", Taiyo says as he shoves a handful of chips in his hands. The man knocks the bag of chips onto the ground and looks Taiyo dead in the eye. "Get your ass to the training session 'bro', or else." Taiyo gives the man a smirk. A challenge. "Or else what?". The man grabs Tao by his shirt and tosses him off the leather couch, and then pulls out a Beretta from the inside pocket of his suit coat, pointing it at Taiyo. "Or else you will be no use to us, and we will get rid of you accordingly." Taiyo brushes the lint off of his clothes and laughs. "How are you going to kill me? I'm already dead!". This whole idea made him laugh. Being forced to go train was just ridiculous to him. Sure, he is a good soldier, and all good soldiers needed training. But a training session at this late was completely unnecessary.

 

The man puts his gun back into his coat, not bothering to respond to Taiyo. "5 minutes Private. 5 minutes." He walks out of the room swiftly.

 

"5 minutes, 5 minutes. Blah", Taiyo mocks as he gets himself from up off of the floor. Training would be a breeze anyways.

 

Mom and Dad always talked about training. As Taiyo reflects, he takes off his regular clothes, revealing a battle suit under the layer of clothes.

"Vincent, there's someone behind us," Giovanni murmured when he heard footsteps approaching behind them. He wanted to be cautious: you were never sure of who you'd meet around these parts. "Befriend whom you wish, but be careful. Angering the wrong person can lead to a beating," that's what the two were told when they joined the Sunbreakers. So usually, the two kept to themselves.

 

Vincent's reaction was the same as Giovanni's, cautious --except with a little curiosity thrown in. He looked out of the corner of his eye. Just from the womanly blouse and long hair, he could tell it wasn't a general or anyone else above them to order the two around. Probably just some soldier, he guessed. Why he wasn't wearing the required uniform was beyond him. Giovanni was probably wondering the same thing. That guess being affirmed when he saw his brother looking at the lady out of the corner of his eye as well.

 

Giovanni threw his brother a questioning look. "Should we acknowledge her presence?" Was the unasked question. Vincent shrugged at this, but turned around slightly so he could see the woman fully, and his brother did the same. They might as well've been attached to the hip like Siamese siblings, the way they could mirror the other perfectly.

 

"Ciao," spoke the two in sync, automatically responding in their native tongue. Vincent, realizing his mistake, greeted the woman again in English. Crossing their arms, Giovanni studied the woman. She had a masculine feeling emanating off of her. The twins rose one of their eyebrows at this. A few moments later, Giovanni spoke up, honey eyes darkening slightly. "What brings you up here?" He asked.

Azura flew for a while and after about 20 minutes of flying and enjoying the breeze of the air.She decided it was time to rest.She flew up to the highest point of the Morro and sat there.She made her wings go down and seem less big than what they're usually are.She looked at the sea."It seems endless.When actually it will take you to the same place.That iss why it's now worth flying foward.But up..."Azura says as she looks up at the blue sky.She stears at it and thinsk for a while.

Aleksander watched as the twins moved and spoke at the exact same time, greeting him in Italian. He half expected both of them to realize that they had spoken in the wrong language, and would say hello again at the same time. Only one of them did though, but both crossed their arms.

 

'Like twins on those American sitcoms' Aleksander thought.

 

"I like the view from up here," he answered. "It's the nicest. Don't you think?"

 

He waited patiently for one of them, or both to reply. He studied them closely, trying to to find small differences or anything that would set them apart. Their eyes were what Aleksander noticed the most.

 

They were a gorgeous caramel color, both of them, an eye color Aleksander would just adore to have. It was a lot more attractive than cold looking, pale blue eyes. Aleksander's own eyes were dull and unappealing.

 

Their eyes weren't exactly warm, but they were... rich? Aleksander couldn't quite put his finger on it. They both had very different expressions. Well not their face. Right now, they both looked at Aleksander with the same expression, an eyebrow raised up, almost questioning. But their eyes were quite different.

 

He wondered if anyone else noticed this. For sure, everyone must get them mixed up? Maybe if they'd paid attention to details they wouldn't. But that's not saying that Aleksander would or could tell them apart. He didn't even know their names.

she got out her gun and loaded it and started to point, then someone grabbed her. It was someone from the sunbreakers, but they didn't know that she was a skylight. The person who grabbed her was a guy, he looked at her and said, "Why are you out here, you should be at training." She looked relived, but also mad. 'If i say I'm a skylight, they will do something to me, but if I don't tell them, I'll be doing a bad thing right?' she thought.

There was a long story (well not very long, but long enough) about how Hunter got on the roof of the tallest building he found. It was an old apartment building, probably the oldest in town. He sneaked inside, unsure if people could even see him. He had hidden behind the side of the building, waiting and waiting, until he felt it was time to go inside. He waited for exactly an hour and 23 minutes. The light in the what seemed to be dull blue sky got dimmer and dimmer, and Hunter had ran inside the building, his wings tucked in close to his body, ruffling softly.

 

He trudged up the stairs, at the fastest pace he could. He would've taken the elevator but there was a chance someone would be using that and he didn't want to spook someone, if they could even see him. Plus, the elevator didn't go up that high.

 

When the stairs finally ended, he pushed open the grimy door to the rooftop of the apartment, which seemed like no one had been up there for years. It was completely dark, with almost no light from the moon and stars.

 

Even more dust blew into his face as he walked towards the edge, staring down into the semi-busy streets, bustling with old beat up cars. The wind chilled his skin and he sneezed, wondering if he would be sick tomorrow.

 

He took a deep breath and stretched his long, raven black wings, consumed by the darkness of the night. Stretching out his wings felt good. He wondered if that is what birds feel like.

 

He wondered if he would be considered an angel now but he doubted it.

 

"Hunter? An angel? As if!" would be what the kids at his school would say. They were probably making fun of him. Laughing at the fire that took his life, or was thought to.

 

Tentatively, he took a step onto the very edge of the building, planning to go through with the plan he had when coming here.

 

He didn't know how to fly and unlike actual birds, no one would teach him. He prayed it would come to him like instinct, or these wings that he obtained at random would do the work for him.

 

His feet moved, practically off the edge and he thought about what would happen if he were just to fall. Would he die a second time? Or would it be the first time to die? The wings could be a hallucination for all he knew.

 

With careful footing, he prepared to leap into the night, to find out if he was destined to stay on the ground or soar in the sky.

The cool night breeze whips Taiyo's hair as he steps out of the base. Not a person nor building in sight, only the gated training field up ahead. Thinking about the fact that he is in the middle of nowhere, Taiyo considers to bring a bottle of water with him. The Gobi Desert is cold, but if he were to go through rigorous training tonight, Taiyo will sweat.

 

"Nah. I don't need water. If I dehydrate, I can't die anyways. Heh." Taiyo runs to the training field straight ahead, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him. The light from the moon was enough power to help him pull off an all nighter. At least until dawn.

 

Taiyo reaches the tall gates of the field, and places his hands on a scanner next to a door attached to the gate. The scanner beeps in confirmation, and the door swings open. The training field is huge, with different sections dedicated to different forms of training. Tonight, Taiyo decided he is going to do cardio.

 

He jogs over to the 400 M track located at the far left side of the field, and begins to sprint laps. Instead of getting tired after each lap, energy filled Taiyo as the moon starts to rise. After running 5 miles, Taiyo felt completely energized.

 

"Well that was a good run", Taiyo yawns as he walks back towards the gate door. Even though energy ran through his body, he still feels tired mentally. "Gotta catch some Z's", he yawns again as he closes the door to the gate quietly. Tomorrow was going to be even a bigger training day.

He could train all he wanted, because he was the only soldier at that specific training base.

Azura satted there until the sun started to set."Well,guess I better get home."Azura says.Her home would usually be her house with her family.But a few months after her death,her parents died in a train accident.And unlike her,they were sent directly to heaven."You guys are sooooo lucky."Azura says.She extends her wings and flies over to an apparment on the main city.She gets there and closes the door.She sits on the sofa."I want to find others like me.They're are.But not around this area..."Azura says.

Revival.

 

 

Sophie took a deep breath to steady herself, and, holding her breath, turned to study her wings. Tentatively, she fluttered her wings, half surprised when they actually obeyed her. "I wonder if they work," She breathed.

 

Sophie was small for her age, so she guessed they may work, but regardless, she was afraid to try. Hesitating for just a moment, she started hiking in the direction the man had pulled her. "Am I dead?" She mumbled quietly to herself. "Is this all that's left?" She shook her head slightly to herself. "What-what kind of an afterlife is this?"

 

After a while, her hometown of Georgetown came into view. She scowled towards the cruise ship that'd brought the man in the business suit. She started to walk up to a woman manning a shop, hoping she'd be able to provide some help, but she passed right through the counter. "Ah.." She backed up a step in horror. The woman didn't even notice her. "H-Hello?" She tried, but the woman still didn't seem to notice her.