Chapter 1: Angels fall
Edd was enthusiastic. His parents had just left for work after rousing him and giving him a healthy breakfast of full bran flakes, neatly sliced apple pieces and skimmed milk that they warmed for him on the economically sound gas stove they bought the year prior.
His parents were very conscious of what they spent and on what, but, for some reason, they indulged their only son's science mania. He assumed it was because they worked all day and didn't really have time for him.
It was summer, so he was home alone, and he wanted to do an exciting experiment in his laboratory later, but first he had to do the array of chores his parents left for him. He rinsed his breakfast bowl and quickly dried it, putting it back in the cupboard, wincing when the two bowls scraped against one another.
He went about the chores, taking off the sticky notes every time he finished a chore. He hummed it to himself, a ditty he once heard at a school outing. He didn't recognise the language, but he did gather that it was a form of German or Netherlands, maybe a dialect?
Anyways, it was more like a lullaby, and, as most lullabies, it was rather gruesome. Just look at rock-a-by-baby – the baby dies in the end. Roughly translated it spoke of a mother wringing her baby's neck, throwing it in a gully and, to add insult to injury, stepping on its head to ensure that it was, indeed, deceased.
Once he was done, he made a final sweep of the house to check for sticky notes. Finding none, he moved on to the garage, which was his impromptu laboratory (his room was too small). It was right next to the kitchen too, so the young boy could make himself a snack if he got a tad peckish.
He got into his lab coat and pulled on elastic gloves, ensuring his surgical mask was in place. He found the matches he kept in the top drawer of the cabinet and walked over to his Bunsen burner.
He struck a match... and white light exploded.
Edd heaved up, his entire body sweating. It had been a dream, he sighed in relief, wiping his brow.
He hated perspiring, it gave him an odd odour and it meant that he had to shower mid-day. It threw off his schedule entirely. He would never bathe again: it meant sitting in your own filthy filthy dirt particles and, in Edd's opinion, didn't get you clean at all.
He glanced at his watch, it was two o' clock. He'd been slumbering for an hour. The latest swindle Eddy had pulled had shattered him, and he had simply fled home and fell onto his bed. He stripped his bed, throwing his linen in the hamper in the lavatory, deciding that he would do the washing later.
He wondered when the last time was he actually had had a dream. He glowered; he couldn't remember nights either. He just remembered the days, the eternal time spent with his friends, returning home at night… only for it to be morning. He was a rather intelligent young man, and he knew that intelligent beings were prone to depression, Alzheimer's, Dementia and suicide later in life, but he was young and his memory couldn't be that out of bounds.
He looked outside, it was light. He hadn't seen the moon in a long time, and he wished for it suddenly, he liked the moon. It was like a giant mirror, and mirrors had always fascinated him; he had done extensive reading on how lighting works in order to understand how mirrors work. He also found out why the sky was blue, why clouds were white or dark grey and why the sky was red when the sun set. Everything had to do with light refraction, breaking, spreading and reflecting.
He hadn't seen a sunset in a long while, he realised, and he liked to watch it. The colour was beautiful, unlike blood, which was a horrible colour.
He wanted to see a sunset. He wanted to analyse the colour, he wanted to see how dirty the atmosphere was and he wanted to yell at oil companies who were ruining their world. It was quite silly, he knew that, but he wanted that bit of his life back, he hadn't done that in, well, forever.
He frowned again, when was the last time he had seen his parents? He had assumed that they had left early, but they had always made him breakfast and warmed his milk. They felt guilty for working too much, so they always wanted to do that for him.
He decided to go for a jog. He couldn't run really fast, but he did like being in shape. He knew his body type wouldn't get muscles unless he joined sporting team, which was massively unlikely, or he joined a gym, which wasn't likely either. It was mid-day, he realised, and no doubt they would laugh at him, but he didn't really care at that moment.
He changed into his tracksuit, stretched his limbs and sped away. He rounded the corner, and slammed into the new resident.
He put his hands up to shield his face, but grabbed her oversized jacket in the process.
Edd fell to the ground, ripping her jacket off as he tried to keep his balance. She must've jumped out of the way, because the jacket came off rather easily, as if she slid her arms out of the coat. He looked up at her, and his eyes grew as wide as football pools.
"You have… you have wings!" He cried out. The new girl, the one he thought was rather pretty, had wings. A pair of pearly white wings extended from her back, she probably kept them tucked in close to her body with her several oversized jerseys and coats. He continued to stare at her. Now that her wings were showing, he thought she looked even prettier.
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