#(this is more of a drabble but....I will accept interaction :0c especially since...yeah it would be a spectacle)

[blackmesa-researcher]

Ashriel put some music on while cleaning his apartment, it was just whatever the radio was playing right now. Currently he was listening to Pink Floyd. He then heard a buzzer ring which was located at the door of his building. Ash hadn't ordered anything so he sighed and went to the com as his buzzer continued to ring.

"Hello?"he asked before hearing the gruff voice of his "brother".

"Ashy, it's been a while. You know, you've really pissed me off, not remembering to call. Mom, dad, and Sarah are disappointed in you for it. Especially since you have money now. You've always been so selfish, Ash."

"What else is new?"Ash bit back, just leaving the com now that he knew who it was. He heard it ring several more times in quick succession, so he decided to call the police. He picked up the phone when he heard glass break and the door downstairs being forced open before he heard a rush of footsteps running up to his apartment. He knew his brother was fucked in the head, but holy fuck, he didn't expect him to break in.

Yet, Ash wasn't scared of him, even as he pounded on the door, trying to break it down. Ash was on the phone with the police, telling them his address and that his "brother" was trying to break in.

He nearly dropped the phone as he saw the blade of an axe go through his door. He was going to hide in his bathroom, but didn't quite make it as the door gave way, showing a rather large, broad man with wisps of blond hair and wild brown eyes holding an axe with a smile that was more a baring of teeth.

Ashriel turned to face him with wide blue eyes and a gasp.

"Caleb, be reasonable, man! You don't wanna go away for murder." He backed up, hands raised. He had to duck and tackle his brother when the axe was swung at his head. He had to chance being bigger and tackling him like a rugby player in hopes he'd drop the axe.

The axe was sent sliding down the hallway outside as the two wrestled one another, Caleb managing to get on top of Ash in the scuffle with his hands around the younger man's windpipe, bruising him as he squeezed.

Ashriel struggled, clawing at Caleb's arms.

He couldn't breathe!

He couldn't breathe!

He couldn't see as his sight tunneled in.

He was going to die!

Ashriel's wings spread out as wide as they could on the floor which startled Caleb momentarily and knocked over the box with the dagger inside of it that his father, Zadkiel, had gifted him. It came out and slid within Ash's reach.

This was when the police had arrived at the his apartment door.

Ashriel grabbed it blindly and went for Caleb's abdomen and upwards towards his chest with it, feeling it catch on bone. He could feel the blood spill out onto him and the floor from the grave injury Ashriel had inflicted in self defense. He could feel the hands around his throat loosen then leave as they went towards the wound Ashriel had inflicted with the blessed blade.

Ashriel gasped and coughed, scrambling back, one hand going towards his throat as the police rushed over towards his brother to try to keep him alive. Another came towards him to ask if he was okay.

He only nodded, mostly silent except for a few coughs, shaking a bit with wide eyes.

They would take his statement, gather the evidence against Caleb, then check him over before leaving him to deal with the body. He'd told them that he feared retaliation from his "family" for this even if it had been in self defense. He was only told that he should look for somewhere to stay for a while if that was the case....useless. He didn't really know where he'd stay besides a hotel or something. At least they'd witnessed enough to determine it was justified self defense, and that the blade was meant to be used for decorative purposes instead of anything illegal.

He thought it was weird that they didn't notice his wings which, by his own perception were out on full display...but yeah, they couldn't see them.

Fuck, he was just tired and wanted to clean the blood off of himself which stunk and was starting to dry and itch. Sure he'd hoped that Caleb would show up, but he only wanted to punch him...not kill him like this. He was honestly more pissed about the mess than the attempt on his life, and also the fact that he'd have to stay somewhere else for the time being pissed him off.

He looked at the dagger that was on the floor. It had come to his aid when he needed it...in a way that was realistic enough to allow him to avoid trouble with the law. Sure his wings had knocked the boxes down, but still... He let out a sigh, resisting the urge to run a bloody hand through his hair.

He decided to go outside and sit on the steps outside leading into the apartment door now that the cops were gone so he could smoke a cigarette...something he hardly ever did. He hadn't even washed off, he just wanted a cigarette so he was probably a rather gristly sight being pale and covered in blood that wasn't his own with a neck that had purpling hand prints around it.