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His cold eyes where focused on my face, waiting for a reaction as he spoke slowly and precisely his words ringing with passion.
" It's good to see you again. Everyone of you, your family and yourself ,Max."
His words where echoes by the soft pitter patter of rain meeting the parking lot ground as I gasped in and realized how much it hurt. Nothing had ever hurt like this, and the stranger hadn't even laid a hand on me.
Here I was standing in the middle of the freaking fracking, Shell gas station parking lot with a medium slushie and a horrible case of bed head. And across from me was a man I had never seen in my life grinning like an idiot who had struck it rich. I looked around to make sure there was no one else he could be talking to. Perhaps a mother and her dotting offspring where behind me, but then again he had said my name.
" Yes, Max I mean you."
My mate was not with me, and for any other family I had none, this had to be a mistake.
" I'm sorry, Sir.." I emphasized Sir as he raised an eyebrow, " But I don't have a family, you must be confused."
I ran a hand across my sweating brow and wiped my blonde hair out of my eyes. My stomach ached it was as if he had punched me in the stomach from all the way across the lot.
" Of course you do, Max, I've met them all you know none of them are quite as delightful as you though." He speculated and I dug into my pockets for my keys.
" There not there are they Max?" He called as my hands whispered through my empty pocket. I gritted my teeth and looked up at him again. " Your such a freak, Max."
" Who are you?" I hissed as I crushed the slushie in my hands. It dripped from the Styrofoam and over my fingers as the man cocked his head.
" Read my lips Max." He whispered and I fought the urge to cross the parking lot and strangle him.
" There's only one way out of the coop know, missy, and that's to fly like all your little friends. They tried to fly, there's only one of them I haven't gotten, but don't worry he's after you."
And all off a sudden I knew what he meant.
Or rather who he meant.
" Oh, yes Maximum." The man smiled, " You won't have to be there to hear him scream will you? You won't have to be there to see him die, to see him bleed and bruise."
" Shut The hell up!" I trilled as I began to advance across the parking lot, chucking the Styrofoam cup to the ground. I was blistering inside with panic, he was going to kill my family, for all I knew he already had. He was going to kill my mate.
"Max, don't you get it?" The man whispered as I froze a yard away.
" I'm sparing you Max." He laughed as the berretta flashed in his hand as he raised his hand up and leveled the gun to my chest. " Don't ask me why, guess I just always had the hots for you."
" Oh my…"
The crack of him firing the gun rent my world apart as it did my body. I knew who he was, how could someone I had loved hurt me like this!
A second before I hit the sidewalk he lunged forward and nimbly caught me then coddled me close as he meet the concrete with his knees." Sorry, Max." He smiled as I vacantly ran my trembling Hand's over my bleeding chest. He had shot me through the heart, that bastard!
I stared away from his face into the flickering shell station lights. I saw a black figure completely swathed by the sun start to fall.
It looked almost human, with flashing silver white wings, and she was falling she was going to hit the ground.
The beautiful silver winged girl was going to die.
Oh yeah, that was me.
I was going to die.