The boy opened his eyes to white light.
"Whaa?" His speech was slurred, he tried moving his body, but it was stuck to the table.
"Don't move. It's worthless." A figure in the shadows spoke, only showing their white shoes.
"What...?" the boy blinked, trying gain his vision.
"Your paralyzed as of now, but don't worry. When you leave, you'll be able to....walk." The boy studied the burns and bruises on his body.
"What did you do to me?"
"We helped you..what else?" the figure moved and crossed his arms. "I'll be back later. Try not to go anywhere." The figure opened the door and left the room.
Jaime pulled up his shirt and stared at his bare back. He stared at the scars on his back where his wings once stood. Lexi stood next to him, he was only four years older than her, but Lexi came up past his shoulders. Jaime had the build and attitude of her father, but had the face and hair of her mother.
"Jaime..." Lexi touched the scars on his back.
"Of all the family, I'd be the one without wings." He let go of his shirt, covering his back.
"We'll get your wings back!"
"I'm not going back there!" Jaime stepped away from the mirror
"Don't you-"
"Of course I want my wings back! But not if it means going back there." Jaime stepped away from his sister and was slammed into a wall.
"Got you know, brat!" Conway smirked and held a knife to his throat.
"Lexi run!!" Jaime struggled against the massive 6'6 man.
"No!" Lexi lunged for her brother but was held back by two men. "Let me go creeps!"
"No can do, you're coming with us, and so is your brother!" They threw Lexi into the back of the van along with Jaime. Lexi started punching the doors as they shut, leaving her knuckles cracked and bruised.
"Give it up. It's no use." Jaime leaned back against the van wall.
"So you're just going to give up?!?" Lexi stared at him.
"No. I have a plan."
Okay, I swear this is it until tomorrow...maybe.
"Whaa?" His speech was slurred, he tried moving his body, but it was stuck to the table.
"Don't move. It's worthless." A figure in the shadows spoke, only showing their white shoes.
"What...?" the boy blinked, trying gain his vision.
"Your paralyzed as of now, but don't worry. When you leave, you'll be able to....walk." The boy studied the burns and bruises on his body.
"What did you do to me?"
"We helped you..what else?" the figure moved and crossed his arms. "I'll be back later. Try not to go anywhere." The figure opened the door and left the room.
Jaime pulled up his shirt and stared at his bare back. He stared at the scars on his back where his wings once stood. Lexi stood next to him, he was only four years older than her, but Lexi came up past his shoulders. Jaime had the build and attitude of her father, but had the face and hair of her mother.
"Jaime..." Lexi touched the scars on his back.
"Of all the family, I'd be the one without wings." He let go of his shirt, covering his back.
"We'll get your wings back!"
"I'm not going back there!" Jaime stepped away from the mirror
"Don't you-"
"Of course I want my wings back! But not if it means going back there." Jaime stepped away from his sister and was slammed into a wall.
"Got you know, brat!" Conway smirked and held a knife to his throat.
"Lexi run!!" Jaime struggled against the massive 6'6 man.
"No!" Lexi lunged for her brother but was held back by two men. "Let me go creeps!"
"No can do, you're coming with us, and so is your brother!" They threw Lexi into the back of the van along with Jaime. Lexi started punching the doors as they shut, leaving her knuckles cracked and bruised.
"Give it up. It's no use." Jaime leaned back against the van wall.
"So you're just going to give up?!?" Lexi stared at him.
"No. I have a plan."
Okay, I swear this is it until tomorrow...maybe.
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.