BEFORE YOU READ: This takes places like a few years after they escape the school with Jeb, but before Angel is captured.
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He blinked open his eyes for moment, before realizing it was morning. The house was quiet, except for the peaceful breathing of his family members. A chill went down his spine, as he felt the morning air seep through the cracks of the window. Again, he blinked, and swung his long legs over his bed.
Carefully, he set his feet on the cold floor attempting to make as little sound as possible. He didn't share a room with anyone; it was just him in this dark place. As he stood, he skimmed his long pale fingers over the dresser to his right, finding the handle he gently pulled it open. He rummages through it for a minute before finding a shirt. Possibly white, although it really didn't matter what color, but Iggy has been known to where lighter tones to match his complexion even if he didn't know what his skin tone looked like. He bends lower, and pulls on another handle finding faded jeans in its compartment.
Sliding the jeans over his hips and his shirt over his head, he doesn't even bother in making his bed. He just saunters over to where he knows the door is located. After living in this place for several years, Iggy has learned where every part of the house is located. He could even show you the way to the basement without bumping into anything, unless one of the flock members moved a piece of furniture, then he would have trouble.
Only by taking a few steps further, his foot collides with something. It doesn't hurt; the material is too soft for that. Taking the object in his hands, he knows that they are merely his shoes. He slides them perfectly on, and ties them just as neatly. He stands erect, using his ears he detects any stirring in the house when he hears none, once again he heads to the outside.
For about every day, Iggy always got up extra early. He would just go for a stroll around the cliff side. Identifying surroundings, memorizing scents, or simply enjoying the air that tickles his skin. He liked the morning air best. The afternoon air was too stale or humid, and at night that air seemed to linger a foul taste in Iggy's mouth. But the morning, the morning air was always fresh and clean. Sometimes during a night rain, it made the air that much fresher to Iggy's sensitive nose. He would inhale deeply, and relish the scent.
But this day, no night rain came. With his gentle touch he reached towards the door knob. Turned it, and proceeded to the outside. The door creaked slightly; as it opened but Iggy quickly shut it before anyone else could hear it. The morning chill was the first thing Iggy registered to his senses. He hugged his elbows, to keep some of the warmth in, then he lifted his head. Although he was in total darkness, he could always tell when the morning sun was shining brightly. Its rays warmed his chilled skin and pierced through his darkness just slightly. He smiled at the sun's greeting.
By taking only a few paces left he began his morning walk. His hand outstretched in front of him, so he felt anything that came in his way. The first thing he touched was something firm, and hard. With crevices that ran deep and jagged, like a deep canyon. It was tree, Iggy concluded. He ran his hand all around the tall log, before his hand touched something fuzzy. He pulled back in shock, and then he walked around the tree. Again, he reached out.
Iggy stroked the fuzzy caterpillar gently with one of his fingers, before taking his thumb and forefinger to gently ease it off the bark. He let the worm crawl all over his palm turning his hand over and over as it went around it. He giggled at the touch. After a moment he reached out again for the bark. Once he felt it, he placed the little bug back onto its proper place.
He shrugged, and continued onward. Reaching out he felt for more objects that could be in his way. Something smooth as silk touched his fingertips. He edged closer, letting the thin piece slide between his fingertips. It felt moist to his touch. A leaf, he rubbed with his thumb feeling its texture. Moving just an edge more, he felt the stem, it felt strong and firm but when Iggy went to wrap his hands around it, a sharp pain went through his hand.
He yelped in pain, instantly letting go of the painful stem. Warmth dripped from his palm and fingertips. He sucked on his palm, tasting copper and something metallic. Slightly the pain eased after awhile, but it still throbbed. Using his other hand, he reached out again. Only this time a little more cautiously. First with his fingertips, he touched the leaf then skimmed his finger over the stem. But before he could prick his skin again, he felt the sharp blade's form, slightly triangular, or maybe more of a sharp cone-shape.
A thorn, he glided wary fingers upwards till he reached an even moister and silk object. He bent forward, cupping the round shape in his wary hands, so tenderly for in fear it might break. It smelled thick and heavy, of a scent Iggy couldn't recognize. His face turned into a scowl, it smelled nice but why did it have to prick his skin. He backed away from the delicate yet painful rose, not wanting to harm himself any farther.
It's been maybe minutes, before Iggy realized his feet were soaked with the morning dew. It felt nice between his toes, squishing the cool water throughout his shoes. He knelt down on knee, and skimmed his aching hand over the dew. It eased the pain, slightly and it felt nice. Soon, he was kneeling on both knees soaking his jeans at the kneecaps. But he didn't care he liked the coolness he felt on his skin.
In this hot place, his skin was rarely cool. And he always felt like he was warm, he never knew why, just that he was warm. Maybe from all the embarrassing moments whenever he ran into something or when someone pointed out his blindness, his cheeks would flush with warmth and his whole body began to sweat.
But right know Iggy wasn't concerned about being blind, he liked this coolness on his skin. Slowly he eased himself into the wet grass. His back first touched the fine dew-tipped grass blades, he recoiled from the touch. But, he continued to lower himself till his body was sprawled out, with legs and arms wide. He let the coolness seeped into his skin and all the way into his bones. Soon his clothes would be soaked, and he was sure when he got home Max would scold him, but for right now he didn't care. A slight wind stirred the tall grass around him; a blade tickled his ear producing a smirk on his face. The wind turned into a meandering breeze, which continued to blow throughout the trees and grass almost making them howl. As the grass tickled his skin and the trees sang, his eyes closed in contentment.
Something was tickling his nose; Iggy jerked his head to the left and felt the thing flutter away before descending on some other part of his body, his arm. He turned his head to the right; he could feel the thing crawling on his skin, causing goose bumps to arise on his arm. He let it crawl on the way up to his forearm, before reaching with his other hand to touch the small creature. He was just merely inches from it, before he felt it's gentle wings flutter away. Sighing, he sat up. He rubbed his eyes, removing dirt.
Wetness made him shiver slightly, but he froze when he felt the thing land on his ear. It crawled on his cheek, till he felt it flutter away again. Gradually he held his palm flat out, waiting patiently to see if it would land on his hand. After a few tense moments, a crawling feeling tickled his hand. Smirking on the inside, but frozen on the outside, he felt the creature flap it's wing slowly. Not even a breeze came from that one flap, it couldn't, and this thing was much too small.
He used his other hand reaching so gently towards this strange creature. When he felt the creature flap its wings again, Iggy place two finger tips on it's wings. They felt like paper, wet paper. However, this creature did not move, it seemed to be holding its wings horizontal for this blind boy. Iggy gentle stroked the wings twice, before letting his hand fall back to his side.
It was butterfly, a beautiful butterfly. Iggy guessed, he's never heard of an ugly butterfly. He remembers Angel telling him all about them. They were such small creatures, yet they had such beautiful large wings. Angel explained butterfly wings were not like theirs, not made of feathers. But it felt like paper, and was just as fragile. She even explained their colors, but Iggy wasn't really interested in their colors since he couldn't see. But he remembers her telling him that some were black with yellow or orange rain drop-shaped designs on their half heart-like wings. Others could be a sparkling blue, but Iggy thought she made that up since his eyes were blue.
But the one in Iggy palm, he imagined that this one was blue, blue and sparkling in the sun. The butterfly flapped its wings once again, before fluttering off. Smiling to himself, he stood and brushed his pants off. With his hands in his pockets, he strode home. His face beaming, when he walked through the door, the house was still silent.
Slipping of his shoes, he tip-toed to his room. Removed his wet clothes and replaced them with dryer ones. He threw his wet clothes in a hamper across the room. When he walked into the kitchen, he heard a pair of soft footsteps gently hit the floor. They were none other than Angel's, the only one other than Fang's who had the quietest footsteps of the flock.
"Morning, Iggy" she said sweetly. "Morning" She was smiling at him, seeing Iggy's morning walk in his mind. Only she knew of them, Iggy feared that the others would forbid him to continue these morning strolls. In their own fear, that Iggy being blind could get hurt or lost. But Iggy was smart, he didn't just walk around blindly. He used every sense he had to navigate successfully.
She yawned, "What's for breakfast"?
Iggy thought a moment before smiling, "Blue-berry pancakes".
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Review please! And if anything didn't make since, just PM me or something. It was kind of corny, I know but I wanted to write this since so few writers writes about him involving him being blind. Sides, I thought this was cute.