Flut.
The soft beating of what seemed to be wings gently echoed through my eardrums.
Flut. Flut.
Slowly opening my eyes, view of a blurr-imaged of white stopped right beside my head. As my eyesight adjusted to the brightness of the rising sun, coloring my room of bright orange, I got up to my elbows, glancing down at small, beady black eyes.
"Phruuuu..."
A soft, meek cry from the white pigeon which remained where it was spoke. It wasn't like I understood what it was saying.
I raised my hands over my head, stretching as my back arched along. The ivory, solid white pigeon spread its wings as if doing the same, but instead took off an easy flight out of my window.
Sometimes, I wonder, why did it even drop by when it were to fly off again?
Getting off my bed of crumpled sheets. I stepped towards the same window the bird swooped out of and looked out the window. People and cars were already busy with their morning schedules and just below, I could see a small blond effortlessly throwing a black bag of trash into the bin.
Following after, a brunet stepped out of a door and called out, making the blond turn around and trot over.
It is an envy for me when I see someone leading their usual life. Fathers have their jobs to keep the family going. Mothers having to take care of their children. Their children preapring for the same cycle of life. By fortune or not, we cannot be part of it.
'Florists by day, assassins by night', our faceless company says. Currently, that is one thing the group of us all four have to bear in mind to keep as a secret. So important that we if ever leaks, it would be our lives at stakes. This silent job of exterminating the 'beasts of their tomorrow' has been with us for close to a year.
Each of us have our own pain to hold close to our hearts. It was that which might have brought us into this inhuman world of blood or death. However, it is through this work we might find our relief in...
One bears the tragic death of his love.
One suffers the betrayal of friendship.
One heartaches of the family whom abandoned him.
The last one has the torments of...
Myself.
Right now, this moment, to the other members of this assassin group, I was one who lost his family to a man's greed. Up to this date, this man had perished into darkness for months already. My sister awoke from her accident but for safety purposes, my boss had told her my life had ended. Both she and I were depressed, but it was for the better. I'm just happy right now that she's well, resuming her studies.
The only thing not alright now is the fact that I'm not me.
From behind, the door sounded with three knocks, followed by a voice I knew too well of, calling me to see if I was awake. Usually, I wouldn't answer to it.
The person on the other side persisted no londer and I could hear his footsteps fade down the halls.
They all knew I'd stay cooped up in my room unless work needed to be done. They were fine with that, I suppose. Even after all we have been through, I wouldn't be surprised if they thought I remained the cold and ruthless leader.
But what they didn't know was who I really was.
Glancing over my shoulder, my hand reached to the back and brushed against a soft and smooth texture. My eyes followed a fine curve, all the way down to somewhere close to my ankles. My back suddenly itched and rather obviously, I knew why.
Slowly, using my mind to control, a pair of brown wings opened. The back was in shades of brown with white, outer linings while the inner side was white with speckled black. They spread to a full thirteen foot wingspan, almost touching wall-to-wall.
My back muscles tensed a bit to keep the slightly extra weight stable.
This was what happened to me after the accident. I had no recollection whatsoever, but after the memories of the bomb attack by that heartless man, everything was blank. The only thing I recalled, I found myself in a park, the whole body aching. It was only later I realised that a month has passed. I was normal then.
Oddly, I managed to find my sister quite easily. While visiting her, it was soe agent who cam ein and asked if I wanted the assassin job. It was due to the fact that he assured me, my parents' murderer's life would be in my hands, was then I agreed.
From that time, I experienced my body change.
Just about everyday, my back muscle would seem to twist and turn, making it awfully uncomfortable. The amount of intake of food grew a bit drastical, but I could keep it well hidden from my teammates. After another month from starting the assassin job, one fine day I awoke to see a pair of limbs a bird would have. I was horror-sticken, naturally, but I felt I couldn't tell the rest.
Apparently, hiding the wings weren't as hard as I thought. I'd usually just wear a coat or jumper, and at night, brown shirts and pants would camouflage everything. My assasing gear proved no problem for them as well.
For now, two of my goals were complete: one was Takatori's death, the other, my sister awake and well.
The unfinished business now is to hunt down the one who did this to me.
Gyahh storyline influenced from James Patterson's book called Angel Experiment. So, is it good, is it bad? Nyah ha ha.. R&R anytime... Apologies for any errors tata