Nightwing here, I'm turning the reins over to Supergirrl now if she's willing to accept.
So, adieu and enjoy!
Chapter Two:
The Ace Of Spades
Dark hands reached out for the teen sleeping against a tree, her appearance drowned and clothes disheveled. The dark hands tenderly took the bleeding left forearm and slowly cleaned the wound bandaged it. A girl like this, the figure of which the hands belonged to thought, should not be so hurt. The figure slowly removed her boots, bandaging from her feet to her knees for the cuts and sprains.
"Change her." The dark figure said aloud to the dark forest, the voice was deep and obviously male. A set of white teeth smiled in the darkness as butterflies rushed past the sleeping teen. Moments later when the last butterfly cleared, the teen wore a simple amber dress which was accompanied by a white apron around the waist, white thigh high socks, and simple black shoes adorned her feet. A thin silver chain adorned her neck with a blank rectangle charm on it. Her soaked body was now dry, her cheeks now held a healthy glow. The dark figure watched her for a few moments, awed by her beauty before standing up from the grassy ground. A small patch of light filtered through the dark forest falling on the figure's black outfit, on the small portion the light fell on his rank, the Ace of Spades.
"I feel like a drowned cat." I moaned out loud as I tried to open my eyes. I was in a forest, last time I checked I was drowning in something that had said 'drink me' on it, ugh, what's wrong here? I froze as my hands ran across my clothing. It was soft like satin or silk, come to think of it, it is a bit more drafty than when I came here… I gazed down at the hands that lay in my lap and saw a dark yellow dress, a skirt up to my knees with a soft cotton apron. Angel would love this dress, except in pink. So, I'm in different clothes… who changed me? Did they see my wings? Are they an enemy? Where am I? Where is here? Why do I look like freaking Alice in Wonderland?!
I noticed my bandaged forearm and gazed at it silently, someone was helping me in this place, wherever this place is… I have to go back home… I have to find that idiotic white rabbit and get him to take me home… I have to be back with the flock, with Angel, Total, Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy, and moreover Fang… Leaning against the tree behind me I struggled to my feet to walk to the pathway only a few feet ahead. As I walked the surroundings grew larger all around me until the path ended in front of tree tall blades of grass. I must be going crazy.
The dark figure sighed as he removed his forearm length gloves. He set the gloves aside on his bed before unbuttoning his uniform jacket. The dark figure seemed distracted as he stared blankly at the ceiling, removing his jacket and shirt, thinking of the teenage girl he helped previously. What would happen if the Queen found out he helped her? He is the Queen's most trusted soldier, known as the Queen's favorite, even more favored than the king.
Now shirtless he leaned over the sink in his bathroom, gritting his teeth as dark wings spread around him, sore from being tucked tightly away in his uniform. Lifting his head only a little he looked at himself. Dark eyes which seemed livelier since having met that girl, olive skin that seemed pale with anticipation, and dark hair which blended in with his dark wings.
"Ace! Come play with me!" A bubbly voice echoed through the stone walls. In an instant the dark figure answered his name, kneeling before a child with blonde hair and innocent blue eyes wearing a large golden crown and a heavily decorated white dress filled with red and black hearts. "Ooo, your wings have gotten more beautiful by the day! Come play with me, Ace, the king's being an old goat." The Queen pouted. The dark figure called Ace knew the king was in fact a Scottish dog but made no thought nor remark for the Queen was powerful, she could read minds.
"Yes, your grace." Ace replied in a stoic voice.
"Wah! You're so cold, Ace!" The Queen clapped her hands in excitement. "No wonder you're my favorite soldier!" She leaped from the bed, letting Ace catch her in his arms mere moments later. "Sharp as normal! Come outside and play with me, I got a new toy!" She leapt from his arms and out the window, spreading white wings and gently floating down towards the garden. "Come!" She ordered in a sickly sweet voice.
He thought for the first time, out of range from her mind reading gift, if he could see that girl again, and if he did… what would he say?
"This. Is. Ridiculous." I mumbled, fighting my way through the tree like blades of grass.
"An insect." A calm voice rang through my ears. I stopped abruptly seeing a giant caterpillar in front of me, lounging over four mushrooms. It seemed annoyed at my appearance and maybe even my face. The caterpillar was a foreboding blue color and its face looked like –
"Jeb!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Jebbe? A boorish name." The caterpillar scoffed. "You arrive here so rudely and call me by an absurd name. Tell me, who are you?"
"How can you not know me? I'm the invincible Maximum Ride!" I snapped. The caterpillar scoffed once more.
"You sound like a toy. But you are not so invincible Ms. Ride. Those bandages emit defeat."
"I don't care! It's who I am, I'm always hurt so I can grow!"
"Wise yet not so wise words from a child such as yourself. It is wise to say you grow from defeat, however, your words tell me differently. You are always hurt, such sad words, by whom, may I ask? Others, yourself? Is it physical pain or emotional?" Jeb's face looked at me calmly. I looked away feeling burned.
"That is none of your concern, in fact, why are we playing Dr. Phil?"
"Who is Dr. Phil? A Phil pretending to be something he is not?"
"Yes, that's exactly what it means." I replied sarcastically, turning around and walking through the tree like blades of grass.
Ace slipped back into his uniform, having 'played' in the Queen's garden for two hours training a three of clubs. He had to find that girl again, it was driving him crazy not thinking around the Queen but images of the girls face kept popping up everywhere he went. Her gentle sleeping face in the rose bushes, the rocks, and the sky; it was getting on his nerves. That girl, who was injured had invaded his mind. Nothing had managed to do such a thing before.
"I hate it." Ace mumbled, buttoning the last button and jumping out the window. His wings were tucked tightly underneath his uniform but his agility had leaping from roof to roof of the castle till he was a safe distance from the ground to leap on it. Now to check on the Mad Hatter, Ace ran a hand through his dark hair.
O.o guess, oooo somebody guess. I love the Ace of Spades!
So that's it for Maximum Fairy Tales for now!
AdieuNightwing
