Bane's blog: "please don't steal "

"If you really wanted to keep my down, why didnt you just rip the wings from my back? Instead of leaving me broken on the ground knowing that I would heal and get right back up..." The words repeated themselves over and over in his mind. As he lay in the middle of the room, wrists bound behind his back as blood ran from the wound on the right side of his back. His right wing broken in several places. His armor lay in a heap in the corner, where it had landed after it had been ripped from his body. His form seemed to mock the gods of old, the muscles in his shoulders flowing and connecting to his perfect chest and his washboard abs, the sculpted muscles vanished into his pant line. The young man closed his eyes his black pants hanging on his hips with the help of a black leather belt and the chains that hung from it. The tattoo of the red tribal pheonix on the right side of his chest, was done in the shades of fire. His bright red hair was plastered to his head and neck with sweat. The remains of his right wing lay scattered around the floor, of the room, bloodied feathers lay in piles where they had been pulled, and the half crushed bones of the tip of his wing lay at the feet of the one who had given the order to cripple him and leave him earth bound. The pain that washed through his back a constant reminder of the fierce betrayal of his best friend and ally. That best friend now sat in a chair on the far side fo the room, her slender legs crossed, as she watched picking dried blood out from under her nails in boredom. Her voice was soft as she picked a bit of feather and blood out from under the nail on her middle finger. "Richard.... if you had told me what I wanted to know...." her voice drifted off as the pair of boots infront of his face shifted and the crunch of boot slamming into the delicate bone structure of the angel's cheek and jaw filled the room. He groaned in pain before turning his head to spit blood onto the floorboards, his golden eyes closing in responce to the pain that now shot through his face. "So I am going to ask you again Richard, where is the child Elane?" His eyes closed as he locked what was left of his jaw to keep the knowledge locked away safely from those that would use it to tip the delicate balance of life in the favor of that who should not be govening the fate of mankind.