Shout Outs~
Vinyl: Sorry 'bout the delayed update.
Bon Bon: XD Thanks.
Punch: ::shrugs:: You'll figure it out later…if not, we can post it at the end.
Skitch: ^^;;;;;
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He was rising. He felt himself rising upwards, through feathery-light tickles on his face and cheeks. He tried not hard to giggle at the soaring feeling it left in his stomach. He opened his eyes to white. Nothing but white again. He began to panic; not wanting to be alone. His cries were cut short, however, when the whiteness pulled back and he saw six other of his fellow newsies.
"Dutchy!" He cried out to the nearest to him. Dutchy looked up at the dark face appearing from out of a shield of white.
"Ehy, Boots." Dutchy greeted him softly. Boots gaped at the extra limbs that Dutchy had gained in the form of silver wings. "Youse got 'em too."
Boots swiveled his head back around to look for himself. Sure enough, pure white wings had sprouted from his shoulder blades. They flapped gracefully as they held Boots suspended above the clouds that looked off-white in comparison to his feathered wings. He grinned and laughed with delight.
Boots' bliss was cut short when a blood-curdling scream shattered the happy atmosphere. He gulped and peered down through the clouds, not sure if he wanted to see from where such an inhuman sound had come. A moment later, Skittery joined them in the firmament.
Skittery looked as though he had just been to hell and back. His face was creased in pain and he hung limply from his wings. His wings. They were a dull gray color. Boots recognized it as lead and gasped when he saw the trails of blood running from the base of the new limbs.
"Skittery! Come up heah!" Dutchy called down to his friend.
"I can't." He said in a barely audible tone.
"Yes, you can. Just try."
"I did. I can't. This is as far as I can go."
"Then we'll go down to you."
"We can't." Specs spoke up. He had been deep in thought the entire time, his crystal wings holding him aloft. "We can't go down to him."
"Of course we can!" Blink insisted. "What makes you say that we can't? What do you know? How do you know?"
"I don't know. I just…know. We can't get down to Skittery…he's on his own level. He has to get up here himself. And you'd better hurry or those wings will start slowly poisoning you." Specs replied.
"It ain't worth it." Skittery sighed heavily. "I don't have a purpose. What's the point?"
"Skit!" Mush exclaimed; his velvet wings seemed to shimmer with tears of their own. "You gotta try!"
"What for?"
A burst of light drew the others' attention to where Spot was hovering on wings of fire. Currently, they were blazing with what seemed to reflect his rage. "You've obviously got some purpose, otherwise you wouldn't be here!"
"What good are lead wings?"
"You have to find that out for yourself." Specs cut in again.
"But why are we here?" Bumblits spoke up for the first time. His ebony wings waved; seeing only intervals of the steady motion. The sketchy lines were impossible to follow. "What do these wings symbolize?"
"Got me." Blink said, looking over his shoulder at his own gold wings.
BOOM!
Boots' eyes flew open and he stared at the bunk beneath him, breathing rapidly. A glance around the room confirmed that no one else had awakened. The only thing breaking the silence—besides his own breathing—was the rain slapping against the window panes. Boots turned over, trying to gain some sleep.
