4321 West Flamingo Road
Palms Casino Resort
Tuesday, 3:35 A.M.
Local police had been notified of a domestic disturbance at around three in the a.m. when one of the casino's employees had called it in. The disturbance came from the penthouse floor, where one female, Hispanic, mid-twenties, black hair blue eyes and one White Caucasian male, black hair, hazel eyes had an altercation concerning some "personal issues" that escalated quickly into physical and violent nature.
The patrol unit that arrived first on the scene studied it, carefully, cautiously, for it seemed the "altercation" was far from over.
The scene was trashed, and in Vegas, one would think this was just another Tuesday, however, there was more to this particular story.
There was one particular that shook him to his core. Before him, a couple of individuals stood face to face, also covered in blood and glass. This wasn't a normal crime scene, no.
Both individuals still stood, alive, even though with the injuries they both seemed to bear, shouldn't have been.
"On the ground! Hands on your head, move it! Now, hands on your fucking head, do it!"
Angels don't follow rules, hell--any super-powered human could give two shits for "following rules." Yet somehow, humans still believed halfheartedly that they should.
"I'm not going to say it again, hands on your fucking head! Get on your knees, god damn it!" Officer London repeated, yet to no avail.
"You Pesky Cockroach, You Do Not Get It, Do You...?" the strange winged figure said calmly.
"How could he, brother, he's eons behind of his natural evolution. However, let him not be a distraction, you and I-- We aren't finished yet." The female figure said, nonchalantly, but holding a hostile posture.
"Don't you fucking move, I mean it!! I will shoot! God damn it, listen to me--whatever-whatever you fucking are! On the ground now!" Officer London said once more, top of his lungs, with all the strength he had to not break nervously before those creatures. Sweat dripping down his brow, voice shaking-- Officer London was going to die, he just didn't know it yet.
"Well, it seems I shall end your miserable little life first, then sister and I can continue our...beloved family discussion." The winged figure said, and before his sentence could fully reach Officer London's eardrums, he flew in a split second to where the officer was standing and with a swoop of his wings, he sliced through the man's carotid artery.
"W-w-wings, w-w-wings," Officer London struggled to get the message through his shoulder radio, blood spurting out of his mouth, blocking his oxygen intake, he slowly rested on the ground of the hotel casino, watching as the two monsters before him fought with each other--the carnage painting one last horrible image before his eyes closed forever.
This was the first sighting of these winged creatures in over ten years, but the media would deny it, the Vegas PD would try to hide it, and the world would not even accept it without undeniable proof.
Someone out there was playing god, and god wasn't all too happy about this outcome.
Sightings of these winged creatures started exponentially increasing, just as well as sightings of "super-powered" people, and no one could figure out the connection. The skeptics believed in an extinction level threat, the United States government tried to hide it, and all in all, it was deemed a myth--a lie.
However, the angels didn't think of it this way--they sure as hell weren't done with us just yet.
And some of us, like myself, wasn't done with them either...