The darker side (6/7)
As Peter predicted, there aren´t many ginger, rough faced angels. Peter´s team fairly quickly zoomed in on their suspect and they bring him in. The angel´s name is Fowler, he works for them in another field of expertise.
Fowler is brought into an interrogation room and sat down. The spell they placed on him makes sure he can´t leave the room. Peter studies Fowler through the see through mirror while finishing his coffee. He gestures to Neal to stay put before he enters the room.
“You know why you are here?”
“Yes, get this over with Burke.”
“Then you are aware you are facing a death penalty since you killed another angel. Is there anything you want to contribute or say in your defense? If not, we can proof the facts, so there won´t be much of a trial. The elders already decided when I presented them the evidence.”
“I know, I don´t care.”
“Then we are done talking.” Peter gets up and gestures to the guards.
“Do you know what your boy is capable of?” Fowler asks while watching the spot where Neal is standing behind a two way mirror. He knows Neal is present and can hear him.
“No, but I am sure you are going to enlighten me.” Peter sighs.
Fowler turns his head back to the two way mirror. “You know, don´t you Neal? I guess the Faxos told you, didn´t he?”
Turning back to face Peter, Fowler gives him a look of content. “If you don´t know, it is probably above your pay grade.” Fowler smirks. “But one warning Burke, keep your boy close, you wouldn´t want anything to happen to him.”
“Take him away.” Peter says to one of the guards before leaving the room and walking up to Neal.
“Neal, are you OK?”
When Peter left the interrogation room, he didn´t miss how pale Neal appears. He is staring inside the room where Fowler is kept. Guards are preparing him for transport.
“Neal?”
Neal doesn´t respond at all, he doesn´t appear to be hearing Peter. He seems to have zoned out. Peter would have missed what is happening right under his nose, when he sees a ripple in the window Neal is facing.
The necromancer! How could they have forgotten about him. He can´t hear him, but Neal clearly can and that would explain Neal´s strange behavior.
“Neal! Get over here! Get away from the window! Come to me!”
Peter runs towards him to pull Neal away, but before he can reach Neal, the window crashes and Neal dives into the room towards Fowler. To Peter´s horror, he can see Fowler tearing the collar from Neal´s neck.
“Fowler, don´t!” But he is too late and he can see Neal shiver like a dog, like it takes a moment to let all his powers ooze back into him.
And then he rises up. Peter can feel the power radiating of Neal. He reaches out and pulls Fowler towards him.
“Neal, don´t do this.” Peter pleads with Neal, but he can see that the white in Neal´s eyes already turned black and the blue of his irises is retracting, this is not good.
“NEAL!”
“STAY OUT OF THIS” Neal growls low in his throat, his wings are spread to the largest wingspan and he looks impressive, no, freighting is a better word. One of his wings keeps Peter from coming closer.
“Now you see what your boy really is.” Fowler shouts.
“You let him off his leash Fowler, you did this to yourself. What the hell were you thinking?”
The moment Neal puts his lips against Fowler´s, Fowler convulses and his gaze gets unfocused. Neal let´s go, as if he burned himself. He checks out his surroundings and disappears in front of everybody.
Peter lurches forward, but there is nothing. He kneels next to Fowler, but he is dead. All the agents witnessed that Neal only kissed him, but still their suspect is dead. There are no outward marks on Fowlers´ body that would indicate Neal used any force. Peter sighs and gets up.
Where can Neal have gone? He probably is already far away, never to be found again. Still, it is his job and responsibility to find Neal.
Continue.