The pants that Chris had found fit him rather loosely, and the shirt....well he didn't really find a shirt. Rounding the corner to watch what the human males did to a two females. It was sick in his mind, nothing more the proving that mankind was not worthy to be saved. But something stuck him as off, they raped one female but no the other. Why was that? He must had missed something. Watching from the shadows of the ally as the other girl ran off to find help.<br/><br/>He could see her fading away, the girl that was raped and beaten. Life slowly leaving her, the air growing cold around them...an angel of death was near even if he could not seen him with human eyes. Forgetting the cruse that was placed on his collar as he moved toward the dieing girl. Binding down some as he whispered to himself, "Why should they be saved. They have no honor or respect left in there souls." Hand even going down to brush the human girl's hair. A act that would seal his bound to a human soul. The moment he touched her, a clear crystal like chain would appear and wrap around the girl's wrist. Unseen to everyone but them.<br/><br/>To the girl's eyes he would look in no better shape then her....after all the scars where his wings where had yet to heal.