New Design(it's a new story based on an RP i created)

There is only one thread going right now but I'm going to be on top of writing it for now just for the heck of it.



Chapter 1: Car Robbery

Aaric was a Rephilim, a cross between an angel and a demon.  We all know how unlikely that is.  His blonde hair went just below his ears, and the dark flame Hellmark on the left side of his neck was obvious against his pale skin.  His eyes were a pale green, and he was about 6' 7".  He wore black gloves and a black jean jacket, his black denim jeans matching perfectly.  He had just gotten done shopping in the huge mall,  and he walked out to his car from the elevator, looking strong, intimidating, and powerful, his aura sending out the same messages.  Though he appeared intimidating, he had been walking this Earth since 1723, and he had gained the knowledge to do so so that people wouldn't meddle with him.  He was very quiet and slightly depressed inside, but he hid it well.  Ever since he had turned old enough to strike it out on his own, he had been protecting the innocent and defending the weak.  He looked twenty one, to be exact, and clean cut. 

The parking garage was not well lit.  He was in New York, and this was one of the more shady ones.  He began pulling out his keys as he heard a blood chilling scream.  It was above him, he could tell.  The acoustics in a parking garage were well, not to mention that he had super human hearing as well.  He broke into a run, racing up the spiral drive way and cutting the corner tightly.  His night vision cut through the shadows, revealing a man with a gun to a woman's head.  The woman had white hair and fair skin; the man looked grubby and like a typical low-life thug. 
"Gimme all your money!" the thug demanded.
"I don't have any!  Let go of me, let me go!" the woman screamed.  He let out a deep, angry shout, escalating louder in a crescendo.  He tackled the man, sending the gun flying and the man to the ground, Aaric on top of him.  They fought; the man got his hand inside of his grubby jacket, pulling out a switchblade and pressing the button.  The blade shot out, the man's eyes completely black, just like a demon's.  The girl had propped herself up, watching the fight, both shocked and horrified.  A split second later, the knife was sticking out of Aaric's shoulder.  He let out a shout of pain.  Oh, shoot, Aaric thought.  NOT good.  The man tore the knife out of Aaric's now bloody shoulder, slicing at Aaric's arms.  He winced as he drew his wrists together, a white ball of light gathering between his palms.  This was a power he had- to create an immensely hot ball of light called a plasma ball.  The plasma ball glowed brightly, and he shot it at the man, leaving a large scorch mark in the man's chest.  He was almost certain he was dead, but punched him with a strong right cross, just to be sure.  The man had cut up his black denim jacket pretty well.  The girl, named Illiana, watched in horror.  She knew the man was dead.  Aaric stood slowly, turning to face her with his hands at chest height, his palms facing her, trying to show that he wasn't going to hurt her. 
"It's okay, you're safe now," he said in his bass voice.  With his pale green eyes, he tried to convey that he was indeed not going to hurt her.  He extended a hand slowly, and the girl, uncertain though she was, took it.  Illiana was very scared.  She had just witnessed a murder, though it could very well have been her own if this stranger hadn't happened along. 
"Th-th-thank you," she stuttered, terrified.  She hoped that since this man had saved her life, she hoped he wouldn't be anything like the other man.  "Where did you come from?  There was no one around," she said in fear. 
"I was in the parking garage below," Aaric explained.  "I heard you scream.  Let's just say I have an instinct to help people in need."  In his case, not an instinct, but a habit.  He gently let go of her soft hands.  He knew that most of his wounds, though bleeding badly now, would be healed by tomorrow.  The adrenaline was wearing off; he was beginning to feel the pain.  (not done yet)