" Oi, Gazso!" I smiled, gripping my brothers hand tightly. He smiled a strong smile back,
showing a row of teeth, with a small fang.
Gazso sat next to me on the roof. I took the short chance to see his face, the massive amount of white scars, flaming red and orange hair, bright green eyes you only saw through his mask. Gazso is seventeen,
older than me by two years.
"How's the chick?"
I glared at the sky. " Her name is Emmy."
"Uh-humm.." He muffeled looking around, as if deciding why he came.
He changed the subject. " What's she like?
Is she like mom?"
The question seemed to float along in the breeze, I just couldn't answer. Gazso was seven when Dad killed her, forcefully using her gentle body for horrible things before.
I was only five, I never understood.
Emmy and Mom had a few things in common,
both are amazingly beautfiul and kind. Of course both were immensely enticing and gentle with all things.
" Yeah..." I whispered. Sighing under my breath. Gazso lit up a small rainbow fire,
his one true skill. It flickered and dance above his finger until it sparked into a small bird. The bird fluttered smoke from it's sharp feathers and flew off happily.
We both smiled.
" You like her, don't you?"
I looked at him, afraid.
((Emmy POV))
The sky beamed down, hot and tedious. I rode the bus home today, bored to death. I don't know alot of people on my bus, so I usually keep to myself. Texting and what not.
After a while of crumpling rocks, I'd made it to the front door. My hands pulled on the brass knob and pulled, locked.
"Dammit." I said, groaning. I heaved up my stuff and continued my way toward the back yard. There's a small sectiob between my house and the other my friends and I call "the alley". It seemed eerie even in the daylight.
" Oi." Chirped a husky voice. I dropped my stuff instantly, my back turned to the voice. My fingers pulled together and I glanced behind me.
There was a man, much taller and older than me.
He had firey red hair, piercing eyes, and a lean body. The only thing that seemed to stand out was the mask he wore across his face.
I stammered, uneasy. " O-Oi. Who are you?"
The man grinned and propped himself against the fence, the grass melting at his feet.
" Gazso Riggs."