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Perhaps Jessie was wise in returning to the forest. To a place few would go in the wake of everything turning to chaos. Certainly, most of the escaped beasts had gone that way. Masses, large groups, they attracted a lot of attention. Sadly, it wasn't exactly attention that a specific winged creature wanted. She'd never desired a limelight of any sort, but rather a weird feeling that came. One she only felt when things gasped their final breaths between her fingers. Some sick, twisted pleasure came from it.

One she couldn't full grasp or understand. But as soon as she found it, experienced it. Her wonderful enjoyment of life spiraled ever further down into a place so dark even her brother could not follow. And it hadn't taken long. Not at all. It was a small rabbit first, then she moved up. Ah yes, snuffing out life was fun. Even if it was only temporary for her fellow creatures of wonder.

So when that cage, that small dank corner of hell they'd trapped her in opened. Angel had stepped out and about. Turning those she'd watched unable to touch for so long into objects to fulfill her desires. One... two... oh she'd lost count of the technicians in the building as she made her way out. Enough. All of them perhaps? It was hard to say. It was easier to know that the fresh cool air she was breathing now was far more fulfilling. Thick with an intoxicating smell she could feel empowering her, giving her the life she'd lost back. She figured it was just the blood, she always liked the stuff.

Still, after leaving she'd had to move a ways, picking a few things off as she went. Then came the forest, one she'd been in before. They'd let her sit in the trees a few time under firm watch at first. The place it had all begun, wonderful. She'd found her favorite tree easily, landing in it thoughtfully, her large wings folded against her back as she listened to screams. Death was everywhere. She'd get back to it soon... though sooner than she'd imagined.

The dark haired figure below was an odd sight, coming toward them instead of away? A low noise, almost like a coo escaped her thoughtfully as she adjusting the spear in her free hand and moved to drop down off the branch and land before the figure on the road. A smooth smile spread across her face as she looked up at the woman, her frame tiny in comparison.

Well. How nice. She'd come to Angel on her own.

Seraphim had spent time picking off the humans in the facility before catching up. It felt good to be free again. He could finally spread his wings again away from the container that the humans shoved him into. Being able to fly had been one of the few pleasures before they took his sister away. Her little play time was harmless really. The creatures always came back. The humans… well, they should have known better.

He wasn’t done with the humans in the facility but he couldn’t find his sister there. He needed to know where she was. She had been his only companion like himself. His presence confused the other creatures when he interacted with them. He was not quite a monster, but not a human either. He had even been taught a few human mannerisms. Like this little wave that he’d learned before being locked away. But his sister, he had to find her.
When he did it was with a human. He landed near by. “Hello sister.” He flashed a smile. She looked well, despite the fact that it had been so long. Too long. “Did you find a friend?”

The human received the little wave with his free hand. Hello human. Come closer.

It was an awkward standstill at best with the small girl smiling so innocently at her, covered in blood as she was with those blue eyes shining at her. Unknowing at her true intent. Because Jessie wanted to hope for the best, and she forced on a smile even though part of her wanted to run from the girl in front of her.

When the second, taller, male winged... creature? (was it safe to assume they were as like the others? She had never heard of humanoid specimens being created upon the island) came to join the other, the larger woman found herself frozen in place all over again. Awe struck with large eyes, staring ahead. Partly amazed at what was before her, what wonders that had been behind closed doors and hidden away from her - if only she had more clearance - and so much of her the fear that came at her in waves because she really had no idea what these two really were.

She couldn't understand them, as he seemed to converse with her as the others that she cared for in the various environments - simply offering her a small wave which she managed to return without even realizing. Jessie wanted to believe that giggle was something good, even with the sharp and vile weaponry that the duo seemed to hold in their hands. Because, she really wanted to hold onto that hope that those precious to her on this island were still around and had not turned into wild beasts as she had heard. Because she still loved them.

Yes. Simple words sometimes rang home and true with her. Though she only paid heed if it was her brothers voice that issued them. All other things held no interest beyond what enjoyment she could gleam from them before their last gasping seconds. When they yelled, screamed, and cursed her very existence. One, she would like to remind each of them, wouldn't be around if they hadn't made it. Silly things.

The woman had waved as her brother did, and then even allowed the boy to draw closer. Closer. Even so much that he could touch her, and he did. If any other thing had done such before her they would have felt the sharp end of her spear within them for touching her toy, but her brother? For him she merely stared, a curious and bewildered look on her face had he seemed to communicate with it. Not verbally, just with gestures. Until he suddenly reached out and lifted her up slowly. And then he turned an idly gesture as a single word was issued.

One she knew.

Oh she loved this game. A delighted laugh escaped her as she nodded eagerly, her stance shifting as she moved to raise her spear. No, she didn't catch things with her hands. It was more fun to catch them on the tip of something sharp. Usually her spear, but she'd dropped things on rocks before. Not an easy task with a human though. So a quick flick of the spear and a nod to show she was ready and off she waited. Her toy would come sailing to her soon most likely, and if the first throw didn't kill her...

Well. There was always playing hot potato with the thing until it stopped twitching.

The woman’s struggling was predictable. She grabbed at his hand, finding it to be strong and powerful around her neck, stronger than any of the humans were. He didn’t even bother to doge the few kicks that came his way. Once his hands were upon them few managed to get away until he released them. He wasn’t worried about it. He tosses her to his sister aiming for the raised spear and lowering his own incase she came flying off, as had happened on occasion with others they played this game with.

She always enjoyed stabbing the things… seeing the blood run. On his own, he liked to simply strangle them until they stopped moving. Or other times hold a limb as they tried to get away until he grew bored. The second method he would employ on occasion when there were other humans about he knew better than to kill anything in front of them. He had been punished for that, but that punishment was nothing like the cramped space of confinement unit 18 for so long. They learned his methodology very well in the facility, how he wasn’t sure as he did his best to pick them off one by one. Perhaps he was the reason they decided to have certain rules about no humanoid monsters on the facility, but he wouldn’t know anything about that.

His eyes stayed on the human in the space between them. It was good to play an old game. The familiar behavior was relaxing.

In different times and under different circumstances, with the death and despair all around them in bleeding chaos, Jessica Addams would have been so happy to see the mirth that the two were getting from such a simple game; as long as she wasn't the ball, simply more of the spectator. Witnessing the reunion of siblings as they played, reconnecting through something lost and just living as they probably should.

But it wasn't, painful reminders that nothing of this was a pleasant situation as she cried out in withering pain, silent screams as the spear heads plunged deep into her with each toss between the pair of reapers. Her throat raw, grating and haggard from the hand that had nearly crushed it and simply tossed it into this foal game. Tears were streaming down her face and nothing but soft whispers, pleading for them to stop, managed to escape her lips. What had happened for this to transpire? Why were they like this? Why couldn't they know, like so many of the other creatures that she had watched and cared for, that she had only wanted to do her job and love them? And now, why did they have to toy with her like this? Why...

Why couldn't they just end it? Leave her to die on the ground, so she could try to hold onto the last fleeting image of happiness in her mind before it grew tainted with the darkness and despair of what was really going on. To hold onto the naive hope and love that she had held when coming to this place even knowing of the dangers behind such mythological beasts as promised of this place.

Blood began to trickle down the contours of her jaw and she could feel... nothingness creep upon her, like the light was going out. Jessie wasn't fighting it, she had stopped at the first toss and the first twist of the spear.

Please...

It was true. Humans seemed to break so quickly. Either their spirit, will, or body... or perhaps all three. They broke quickly, into sobbing useless pieces of trash. This one wasn't much different, a sad thing they kept having to pick up. She didn't run, she just... let it happen.

That toy broke too quickly perhaps. Her brother was growing bored, it was obvious in his actions, and perhaps only the fact she was still just enjoying what little that could with the woman that kept him going a few more throws. But as it was he suddenly left the woman on the ground gesturing her over.

Yes, there were a lot of humans... more of them to be had. This one wouldn't live. There was no chance. It was spouting more blood than any she'd recently gotten her hands on, there was no way... Still, it was offered one last delighted laugh as she wandered past, another quick hit to her shoulder where there wasn't nearly enough blood.

For good measure.

And then the winged creature skipped along a few steps until she caught up with her brother, obviously intent to find out just what they'd be playing with next. Leaving Jessie to die there, alone. They had better things to do.