Chapter 1
A/N: NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME. ADULT CONTENT: SWEARING, SELF HARM, SUICIDE, DEATH, MURDER. (not yet though).
*WARNING! WARNING!* Red lights flashed on and off as men and women ran around in lab coats. Looking behind me, I saw a trail of bloody corpses and multiple limps strewn on the floor. My wings folded behind me, splattered with their filthy blood needed to be stretched. A young man started running at me, bellowing a pathetic war cry. He looked familiar. Oh yeah, I grinned. I killed his girlfriend. He tried to pull out a gun but his hands were shaking too much to even pull the trigger. That or he was too scared. In a second, I was in front of him and my knife was in his stomach. I felt my feathers bristle with excitement as I watched the dark stain spread across his stomach and sweat rolled down his face. He slid off my knife and landed with a dull thud on the tiled floor in front of me, his sky blue eyes glassy and his bright green hair sticking to his forehead. Wait… N-No… No! "Seán?!"
My eyes flew open and I sat bolt upright in my bed, my legs tangles in the sheets. Hot tears ran down my face and I felt my breathing constrict. No, not now. Not now… I started hyperventilating and I clutched my throat and chest, trying to calm down. You didn't kill him, calm down already. My breathing slowed and the pounding in my head got fainter. The tears stopped and I wiped my face dry with my sleeves. Another nightmare… I grabbed my phone to check the time when it rung in my hand. I screamed and almost dropped it, catching it at the last minute. Sick skillz. I rolled my eyes. Shut up. I answered the call hesitantly; I didn't recognise the area code. "He-Hello?"
{Elaine! It's Seán, hey!} I felt my breath hitch and tears threaten so spill.
"S-Seán? H-Hey! ….. How'd you get my number?" Stalker much?I said shut up. Silence. An awkward cough and a nervous laugh. {I, uhh, asked Mark, I hope you don't mind. I thought since I'm able to call outside Ireland now, it'd be a-a cool idea t-to c-call you…} He can call outside Ireland now?You're a fucking genius.Shut. Up. I shook my head roughly away from the phone. "It's fine, Seán, really. So what's up?" There was another second of silence. "Seá-"
{I'm guessing you haven't been on Facebook today, huh?} I felt my eye twitch. Does anyone check time zones? I took a deep breath.
"W-Well, that might be because IT'S 5 IN THE MORNING HERE!" I heard a crash from the other line and flinched. Great, now I feel bad… {SHIT, STOP YELLING PLZ, I'M SORRY!" I snorted and laughed loudly, burying my face into my pillow. {And I thought I was loud!} I heard Seán exclaim while laughing. We laughed for a good minute before he hung up. {I gotta go, I'll see you later! Bye!} The called ended and I continued to giggle and titter like an idiot in bed. Woman, go to Facebook already. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I swung my legs onto the cold floor and padded over to my desk with my computer. Logged onto Facebook… check Marks page… oh, he posted something 20 hours ago… That'd be around lunchtime for him… Yeah, you're right. It would have been 4 in the morning here… Is that a picture of an airport? Is Mark travelling? Looks like it. But where? It says he's going to… Australia? He's coming here?! Yeah! Shit, if this was 20 hours ago, there's a chance he'll be here in an hour or 2. I looked around my room and cringed. Oink oink. Fuck off; I know I need to clean. It takes 20 minutes to drive to the airport so I have either 40 minutes or 100 minutes. 100 minutes? Yes, 100 minutes. Time to clean! Urgh…
