- Chapter 65 - My Angel/My Devil -
Warnings: Abuse, blood, injuries, and other stuff lol
Modern/Angel-Devil AU
Third Person POV

A/N, this is another Angel/Devil AU. Basically, there are Soulmates and you get any injuries at all, your Soulmate gets them. It's explained better in the chapter.

Race lifts up his shirt slowly, his face contorted in pain and his eyes squinted slightly as he looks at his back, afraid of what he'd see.

Besides the scars on him, that had almost fully healed, there was a hug cut from his stomach to his hip.

Race gasps, gold blood dripping from the cut.

They're hurt, they're hurt. Was repeating over and over in his head.

Race immediately went into panic mode.

He drops his shirt, letting it fall and cover his injury again, fumbling to grab his phone.

He really should've known there was a bad injury from the pain, but he didn't.

Race quickly calls Jack when he gets his phone.

"Race," Jack starts, exasperated. "We're in the same house, what could you possibly need-"

Tears stream down Race's face. "It's bad." He whispers.

"Oh my God," Jack quickly gets up, his eyes wide. "I tell you everyday to wait for me."

"I forgot..." Jack heard his adoptive brother whisper.

Race crumbled against the counter, trying to keep himself standing up.

Jack quickly hangs up, getting worried as he runs up the stairs.

He quickly enters the bathroom, quickly catching Race as he collapsed, before he hit the ground.

Jack cradles Race against his chest, rocking him softly. "Shh..." he wipes tears off of Race's face. "It's okay, I got you."

Race hiccups, choking back a sob. "What- what's happening to- to them?" He asks quietly, his head rolling to the other side, against Jack's arm.

"I don't know, bud." Jack whispers, an obvious frown on his face. "But I do know that we have to take care of that." He tells him softly.

Race nods, his eyes closing slowly.

"No, no, Race." Jack says sternly. "I can't have you sleeping until I know you're okay." He tells him.

Race slowly forces his eyes open.

Jack quickly presses a button on Race's necklace.

When Race came to his foster, and now adoptive, home, Jack and a few other Newsies, as they called their group, made it their mission to find a picture of his mother.

They did and they put it in a necklace, a necklace they all had, with a button on it.

If you needed help, you pressed the button and it alerted the others.

(That's high tech, Author.
*rolling eyes* I know it doesn't exist, I don't need the sarcasm.
Yeah, Albert! *sticking tongue out* it's a fanfic!
And it's Angel-Devil times, so anything could be possible. The necklaces will only get cooler.)

Jack walks into Race's room, laying him down gently on his bed.

It was a twin bed with blue covers.

Specs and Davey quickly entered the room, concerned.

"What-" Davey starts, before he sees Race.

"Bandages." Specs states, turning to quickly grab them. "We'll need bandages." He mutters as he quickly walks off.

"Do we want to call?" Davey asks.

Jack nods.

Davey presses the button on his necklace, holding it up to his mouth. "Al, Jo, Rome, you might wanna come up." He states.

Specs walks back into the room.

Later that day

Race sat on his bunk, flipping through his Science textbook.

Suddenly, the window burst open.

Glass shot everywhere and cuts appeared on Race's arms, shoulders, and face.

A black 'ball' fell in through the window.

Race quickly uses the book to cover his face so more scratches didn't cover him, but he couldn't help but notice that he got more scratches anyway.

When the glass wasn't breaking anymore, he slowly brings the book down from covering his face.

His eyes widen.

Standing in front of him was a boy, a Devil, with brown hair, brown eyes, Devil wings, and horns.

He was picking glass out of skin.

"Ow!" Race yelps, grabbing his arm when the boy pulls another piece of glass out of his arm.

The boy looks up at him. "That actually worked..." he mutters, the slightest bit of awe in his voice.

Race stands up, leaning against the bed frame to make sure he didn't fall.

The boy studies Race, his eyes traveling all over him as to savor every last detail. "I'm so sorry we had to meet this way, but my brother and I had to get out of there, so we used the spells that would supposedly take us to our Soulmates..." he explains.

Race looks at him, his eyes wide. "That means..." he trails off.

The boy nods.

The boy looks at Race, gently taking his hand and pulling him so Race was leaning against him, him supporting most of Race's weight.

"You're kinda warm..." Race whispers, staring into the boy's eyes.

The boy chuckles. "And you are actually colder than one of my Guardians' hearts." He responds. "Do you have cozy blankets or do you sleep under a sheet?"

"Many cozy blankets." Race answers.

The boy chuckles.

Race stares at his eyes.

The rim around the pupil of his eyes slowly turns red, the red fading into the brown that his eyes had been before near the edges.

Race's mouth gapes slightly as he watched.

When you met your Soulmate, the rim of your pupil in your eyes changed either gold or red based on if you were an Angel or a Devil.

The boy gently wipes gold blood off of Race's face, watching as the rim of the pupil in Race's blue eyes slowly turned gold.

"Your eyes are so pretty." The boy whispers, cupping Race's face with one of his hands. "Especially with the gold."

Race blushes.

Race's necklace started glowing.

His eyes immediately widened, pushing himself away from the boy and against the wall, stabilizing himself as the door to the room burst open.

"Race!" Jack and Albert exclaim, their eyes wide.

They look between the two boys in the room and the glass on the floor.

"Uh..." the boy starts awkwardly.

Albert whips out his blade, pointing it at the unknown boy. "Who are you?!" He questions.

"Oscar Delancey." Oscar quickly introduces himself. "I think you called him Race- I've never heard that name before-" he mutters. "Race's Soulmate."

Albert and Jack look at Race, their eyes wide.

Race nods, his eyes still wide.

Jack pats Albert's back softly.

Albert flips the blade closed and puts it away.

"I kinda used a spell to get here and was thrown in through the window." Oscar explains, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm kinda running from my Guardians with my brother," he looks around. "Who I have no idea where he is..." he mutters.

That made no sense...

"What's his name?" Jack asks, pulling out his phone.

Oscar looks at him, a bit confused. "Morris Delancey?" He sounds skeptical.

Jack types something, before showing Oscar a picture of a sleeping boy. "This him?" He asks.

Oscar's eyes widen. "Yeah, how-"

"He's our friend, Spot's, Soulmate." Jack explains, putting his phone in his back pocket. "Crashed outside of his adoptive home, Spot took care of him, and he fell asleep." He informs Oscar.

Oscar nods, grateful that his brother was okay.

"I'm Jack," said boy introduces himself. "This is Albert."

Albert waves.

"I'm Race's adoptive brother and Albert is one of our close friends/'brothers'." Jack explains.

Oscar nods.

"We'll leave you alone." Jack decides. "It seems like you two have a lot to talk about." He states.

Oscar and Race nod.

Jack starts leaving.

"Hurt him," Albert starts, his eyes narrowed at Oscar and his glare strong. "And you're dead." His glare disappears. "Have fun!" He grins, leaving the room.

Oscar tunes to Race, his eyes wide. "Uh-"

"He's overprotective." Race answers.

Oscar nods.

Race grabs bandages and they sit down on Race's bunk.

Race starts bandaging Oscar's arm. "My name is Antonio Higgins, though my nickname is Racetrack, with the nicknames of that being Racer and Race." He explains.

Oscar nods. "I was wondering..."

Race chuckles softly.

"Can we be completely honest with each other here?" Oscar asks.

Race nods.

"I'm running from my Guardian, Snyder, who abuses me and my brother if we don't beat people up." Oscar explains. "My other Guardian, Wiesel, is my uncle and though he's okay when he's sober, he usually is never sober. We were left in his care when my mother and father were killed." He informs Race.

Race frowns, staring at Oscar's arm. "My mamma was an Angel," he smiles softly. "She taught me Italian. She died when I was six." His frown returns. "My father became abusive, and I was saved by the police at the age of nine. I was in multiple foster homes, most of them being abusive as well, until I came here." He smiles again. "I was adopted almost two years ago."

Oscar smiles. "That's great." He tells Race, squeezing his hand softly.

Race smiles.

Oscar looks at Race again as the blonde boy put away the bandages. "I think you're a prettier and nicer Soulmate than I'd ever hoped for." He whispers.

Race smiles, blushing.

Oscar liked how his face looked when it was bright red, and the feeling of knowing he made him blush.

Oscar sits Race on the bunk, hugging him close.

He nuzzles his face in Race's neck. "I don't think I ever want to let you go, Antonio." He whispers.

"Me neither." Race responds.

Oscar smiles against Race's neck. "My pretty boy." He whispers, declaring it.

If someone wanted to disagree, they had to go through him.

"Amore Mio." Race whispers, his eyes closed.
(Translation: 'My love'.)

Oscar almost grins. "My Angel's so cool," he whispers excitedly. "He even speaks Italian!"

Race chuckles softly. "You're sure you're the Devil here?" He asks.

"I'll show you Devilish when I'm not half asleep and clingy because I love my Soulmate." Oscar mutters in responds, his eyes slowly closing. "That I just met..." he adds.

Race laughs softly. "I'm all good." He responds.

They sat there in silence for a few more minutes.

Before they fell asleep, Oscar spoke up again.

"Ragazzo carino," he starts softly.
(Translation: 'Pretty boy'.)

Race's eyes lit up. "You know Italian?" He whispers.

"The only phrase I've ever learned." Oscar chuckles softly. "I've had multiple people who speak Italian flirt with me."

Race nods.

"Will this 'Spot' figure take good care of my brother?" He asks softly. "And can I see him again?" He whispers.

"Of course." Race responds, gently squeezing Oscar's hand. "We wouldn't ever not let you two see each other, and Spot's like my brother. He's like the perfect Soulmate, he'll take great care of Morris." He assures him.

"He can't be the perfect Soulmate." Oscar mumbles. "I already have the perfect Soulmate." He declares.

"You've known me for not even thirty minutes." Race points out softly.

Oscar's grip on Race tightens slightly, but not to the point where it hurt. Just secure and loving. "And you're that perfect and wonderful that I already know." He responds.

Race bites his lip to hold back a smile, blushing a bit.

"I love you." Oscar whispers, his eyes closing as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Ti amo." Race whispers, subconsciously clinging to his Soulmate.
(Translation: 'I love you' (romantic).)

Not long after, they fell asleep like that.

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