Angels - Part Six
This is where things get a bit more... interesting.
Amber hadn't returned last night until just before we were about to go to bed. I thought maybe she was going to leave us alone, but no luck there. But I didn't spend the night in my tent anyway; I had ditched her lovely presence for someone that I actually wanted to spend time with. Zane. I sneaked out of my tent as soon as Amber had started snoring, and gone straight into Zane's and snuggled up to him. He didn't seem to mind either. After the initial shock that I was in his tent with only a flimsy t-shirt and some small shorts, he seemed happy to be there with me.
We just lay next to each other and talked almost all night, until I had finally relented and let sleep take over my exhausted body.
And when I woke up Zane was already awake. He just sat there with my head in his lap stroking my hair. He had chosen to stay up all night so he could watch me sleep and see me wake up to him doing this, see if I actually minded, because according to him, people are at their weakest in the morning.
But that had been nearly four hours ago, and if Amber hadn't woken up to an empty tent this morning, she wouldn't of known that I had spent the night with Zane. He wasn't acting any differently; he was just acting like nothing had happened last night. Like the almost kiss hadn't existed, and the cuddling hadn't happened all night. If he could do this, and not be any different towards me at all, then he must be a god, because right now I was fighting with myself to not just launch at him and kiss him the way we should've last night.
"Here. We should stop here for a quick rest." Zane said, interrupting my thoughts.
I couldn't agree more with him though, I was dog tired, and staying up last night hadn't helped.
He once again decided to pick the most uncomfortable looking thing to sit on and rummaged through his back, chucking a bottle of water my way. Surely he would have a sore ass by now? He had chosen a sharp looking rock to sit on yesterday, and today he was sitting on a pile of small rocks. It was like he didn't have an ass. It was incredible.
"What?" He asked. He had obviously seen me staring at him and wanted to know what I was thinking.
"Nothing. It's just that you sit on some of the most uncomfortable things, and you don't even wince." I replied. I know it sounded stupid when I said it aloud, and by the look on his face, he did too. God, could I have said anything dumber if I tried? Probably not.
"Once you two have stopped flirting with each other, I should probably tell you that there is a bunch of Traders coming our way." Amber said, interrupting Zane before he could reply to my stupid comment.
We both immediately jumped up and his Coat whipped around him. He must've changed his clothes when I was getting dressed this morning because instead of the black shirt, pants and coat he had been wearing yesterday, today he was wearing the same leather pants I was wearing, a black shirt and that coat. It was like he slept in the thing. Actually, last night, he had fallen asleep wearing it. That was a bit obsessive, but maybe he just got cold easy or something. Or maybe he had a fetish for long coats. The thing was a little like a duster, but not quite the same. Before I could continue with my obsessing of his jacket I was thrown into a bush and covered with dirt.
"What the hell? Are you trying to bury me?" I asked.
I looked up and realized it was Amber that was throwing the dirt on top of me. The stupid bitch probably was trying to bury me. I jumped up and conjured up a ball of flames in my hand and threw it at her, and she dodged it just before it hit her in the face, but not before it could singe the top of her hair. She pounced onto me like a tiger on his prey and threw me onto the ground, pushing me so hard that I flung back a little as I fell and went straight into a tree.
My vision went blurry, and my head was aching. I could feel something warm trickling down my head, but before I could do anything she picked me up a little off the ground by my shoulders and slammed my head into the base of the tree.
~
When I woke up I was fairly groggy, and my head was hurting like a bitch.
"Whatthefuckhappened?" I asked. I was too groggy to pronounce anything properly, so it just came out sounding like a bunch of gibberish.
I felt the hands on my head, before my mind registered that I was lying in a bed and that people were talking. It took me a minute to realize that they were talking about me, but I couldn't make out more than my name because they were speaking in some other language. But by the tone of their voices, they were arguing over something. It was a male and a female, and the male was on my side, but the female not. No prizes for who the woman was.
"Are you okay?" A male asked me. It was Zane. For some reason my mind wasn't working like it should. It was taking me longer than it should to register simple things.
"Don't worry, we are going to knock you out for a little longer, and when you wake up, you should be better. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Zane assured me.
I felt a sharp sting in my right arm and then I started to fall asleep again.
~
When I woke up again I noticed something was different, but I just couldn't tell what it was.
I decided instead of trying to figure out what it was right now, I would figure it out later. There were more important things than that right now. Like food. I was starving and all I felt like was a burger. A nice, big greasy burger. One of those amasing ones that are twice the size of what they should be and had a billion grams of fat. Right now I didn't care about how much fat I ate, all I wanted was to eat.
I sat up and looked around, and before I could get up I felt someone's hand on mine. Zane. Zane was grabbing my hand and squeezing it, like he was trying to assure me. I looked up from our hands and looked at him.
He looked more amassing than before, and the way the light was hitting him made him look like an Angel. So did the wings.
"What the - ?" I asked. Last time I saw him, he didn't have wings, and now he had massive, bright blue wings. And when I said massive, I meant a meter at least, and that was when they were closed, I could just imagine how big they would be when he had them open.
"Don't panic. Don't panic, everything's fine." Zane assured me. And I was about to argue with him and tell him that everything was definitely not fine, but he put his hand over my mouth before I could utter the first word.
"It's not what it looks like. Okay, well, it is. But it's complicated. Promise me that you won't interrupt me while I explain things, and then I will remove my hand. If not, then I am sure we could find some tape somewhere. It is a hospital, so you would think they would have tape, and I am sure they wouldn't mind sharing some." Zane replied.
It wasn't until he had said that it was a hospital that I actually bothered looking around. And he was right. I had been taken into a hospital. That sounded about right. Amber had probably given me a concussion, so the smartest thing to do was to take me to a hospital, especially if you didn't know what to do. Or if it was more than just a concussion.
I looked back at Zane and nodded my head, hoping that I would be able to talk the moment he took his hand off my mouth, but that plan was killed, because he started explaining things before he had taken his hand away. Obviously he wanted to make sure that I had no choice but to listen to him. And it didn't look like he was taking his hand away anytime soon either.
"I lied to you when I said that I was a savior. I am an Angel. I have been my entire life. My element is light and dark. No one but my family knew that I had specialized in two elements and not just the one, that's why no one knew about me. I have been searching for other Angels, and you are the second one I have found. The other one was a fire Angel. She was the twelve year old I told you about. She wasn't the last fire Angel, but since her death, the others have been killed, and now there is only one. I didn't lie to you when I told you that I was her protector. I swore to her that I would protect her no matter what, and I was forced to break that. We were running away from Trackers, and she was throwing fire at them, and then they shot her.
They got her in her back, but on her left side, so she was still alive. I ran back to save her, to try to pick her up and carry her away from them, so she didn't have to go through the torture that other Angels before her had to. I didn't want that to happen, but before I could get to her the Trackers shot her again, and I knew that she didn't survive that one. They shot her in the neck, and she wasn't moving anymore. I knew it was pointless to go back and try and save her, so I ran. I know, it was cowardly, I should have saved her, I should've risked my life for her, like she would have. But I didn't. I ran and hid near that place and waited until the Trackers had all gone and went back to see if she was there. But all that was left was a few of her feathers. I knew then that I had to go before any more came back to search the area for me, so I left. And since then I have been searching for Angels, to try to save them. No matter what. It's what she would've wanted." He had let go of my mouth half way through, and now it was slightly open.
I couldn't believe that he had done that.
I reached around to my back and went to fiddle around with my wings, like I always to when I am thinking over big things. But I stopped when I realized what had felt wrong.
My wings were gone.
We just lay next to each other and talked almost all night, until I had finally relented and let sleep take over my exhausted body.
And when I woke up Zane was already awake. He just sat there with my head in his lap stroking my hair. He had chosen to stay up all night so he could watch me sleep and see me wake up to him doing this, see if I actually minded, because according to him, people are at their weakest in the morning.
But that had been nearly four hours ago, and if Amber hadn't woken up to an empty tent this morning, she wouldn't of known that I had spent the night with Zane. He wasn't acting any differently; he was just acting like nothing had happened last night. Like the almost kiss hadn't existed, and the cuddling hadn't happened all night. If he could do this, and not be any different towards me at all, then he must be a god, because right now I was fighting with myself to not just launch at him and kiss him the way we should've last night.
"Here. We should stop here for a quick rest." Zane said, interrupting my thoughts.
I couldn't agree more with him though, I was dog tired, and staying up last night hadn't helped.
He once again decided to pick the most uncomfortable looking thing to sit on and rummaged through his back, chucking a bottle of water my way. Surely he would have a sore ass by now? He had chosen a sharp looking rock to sit on yesterday, and today he was sitting on a pile of small rocks. It was like he didn't have an ass. It was incredible.
"What?" He asked. He had obviously seen me staring at him and wanted to know what I was thinking.
"Nothing. It's just that you sit on some of the most uncomfortable things, and you don't even wince." I replied. I know it sounded stupid when I said it aloud, and by the look on his face, he did too. God, could I have said anything dumber if I tried? Probably not.
"Once you two have stopped flirting with each other, I should probably tell you that there is a bunch of Traders coming our way." Amber said, interrupting Zane before he could reply to my stupid comment.
We both immediately jumped up and his Coat whipped around him. He must've changed his clothes when I was getting dressed this morning because instead of the black shirt, pants and coat he had been wearing yesterday, today he was wearing the same leather pants I was wearing, a black shirt and that coat. It was like he slept in the thing. Actually, last night, he had fallen asleep wearing it. That was a bit obsessive, but maybe he just got cold easy or something. Or maybe he had a fetish for long coats. The thing was a little like a duster, but not quite the same. Before I could continue with my obsessing of his jacket I was thrown into a bush and covered with dirt.
"What the hell? Are you trying to bury me?" I asked.
I looked up and realized it was Amber that was throwing the dirt on top of me. The stupid bitch probably was trying to bury me. I jumped up and conjured up a ball of flames in my hand and threw it at her, and she dodged it just before it hit her in the face, but not before it could singe the top of her hair. She pounced onto me like a tiger on his prey and threw me onto the ground, pushing me so hard that I flung back a little as I fell and went straight into a tree.
My vision went blurry, and my head was aching. I could feel something warm trickling down my head, but before I could do anything she picked me up a little off the ground by my shoulders and slammed my head into the base of the tree.
~
When I woke up I was fairly groggy, and my head was hurting like a bitch.
"Whatthefuckhappened?" I asked. I was too groggy to pronounce anything properly, so it just came out sounding like a bunch of gibberish.
I felt the hands on my head, before my mind registered that I was lying in a bed and that people were talking. It took me a minute to realize that they were talking about me, but I couldn't make out more than my name because they were speaking in some other language. But by the tone of their voices, they were arguing over something. It was a male and a female, and the male was on my side, but the female not. No prizes for who the woman was.
"Are you okay?" A male asked me. It was Zane. For some reason my mind wasn't working like it should. It was taking me longer than it should to register simple things.
"Don't worry, we are going to knock you out for a little longer, and when you wake up, you should be better. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Zane assured me.
I felt a sharp sting in my right arm and then I started to fall asleep again.
~
When I woke up again I noticed something was different, but I just couldn't tell what it was.
I decided instead of trying to figure out what it was right now, I would figure it out later. There were more important things than that right now. Like food. I was starving and all I felt like was a burger. A nice, big greasy burger. One of those amasing ones that are twice the size of what they should be and had a billion grams of fat. Right now I didn't care about how much fat I ate, all I wanted was to eat.
I sat up and looked around, and before I could get up I felt someone's hand on mine. Zane. Zane was grabbing my hand and squeezing it, like he was trying to assure me. I looked up from our hands and looked at him.
He looked more amassing than before, and the way the light was hitting him made him look like an Angel. So did the wings.
"What the - ?" I asked. Last time I saw him, he didn't have wings, and now he had massive, bright blue wings. And when I said massive, I meant a meter at least, and that was when they were closed, I could just imagine how big they would be when he had them open.
"Don't panic. Don't panic, everything's fine." Zane assured me. And I was about to argue with him and tell him that everything was definitely not fine, but he put his hand over my mouth before I could utter the first word.
"It's not what it looks like. Okay, well, it is. But it's complicated. Promise me that you won't interrupt me while I explain things, and then I will remove my hand. If not, then I am sure we could find some tape somewhere. It is a hospital, so you would think they would have tape, and I am sure they wouldn't mind sharing some." Zane replied.
It wasn't until he had said that it was a hospital that I actually bothered looking around. And he was right. I had been taken into a hospital. That sounded about right. Amber had probably given me a concussion, so the smartest thing to do was to take me to a hospital, especially if you didn't know what to do. Or if it was more than just a concussion.
I looked back at Zane and nodded my head, hoping that I would be able to talk the moment he took his hand off my mouth, but that plan was killed, because he started explaining things before he had taken his hand away. Obviously he wanted to make sure that I had no choice but to listen to him. And it didn't look like he was taking his hand away anytime soon either.
"I lied to you when I said that I was a savior. I am an Angel. I have been my entire life. My element is light and dark. No one but my family knew that I had specialized in two elements and not just the one, that's why no one knew about me. I have been searching for other Angels, and you are the second one I have found. The other one was a fire Angel. She was the twelve year old I told you about. She wasn't the last fire Angel, but since her death, the others have been killed, and now there is only one. I didn't lie to you when I told you that I was her protector. I swore to her that I would protect her no matter what, and I was forced to break that. We were running away from Trackers, and she was throwing fire at them, and then they shot her.
They got her in her back, but on her left side, so she was still alive. I ran back to save her, to try to pick her up and carry her away from them, so she didn't have to go through the torture that other Angels before her had to. I didn't want that to happen, but before I could get to her the Trackers shot her again, and I knew that she didn't survive that one. They shot her in the neck, and she wasn't moving anymore. I knew it was pointless to go back and try and save her, so I ran. I know, it was cowardly, I should have saved her, I should've risked my life for her, like she would have. But I didn't. I ran and hid near that place and waited until the Trackers had all gone and went back to see if she was there. But all that was left was a few of her feathers. I knew then that I had to go before any more came back to search the area for me, so I left. And since then I have been searching for Angels, to try to save them. No matter what. It's what she would've wanted." He had let go of my mouth half way through, and now it was slightly open.
I couldn't believe that he had done that.
I reached around to my back and went to fiddle around with my wings, like I always to when I am thinking over big things. But I stopped when I realized what had felt wrong.
My wings were gone.
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