Okay, letting you guys know, really bad chapter... T.T Le sigh, I've run out of things to say to my Goth Faerie so I suppose I'll stop leaving special things for her until she suprises me with her really long and talkative reviews...
Please enjoy :)
Blind
Delicate Girl
Every color has a story to tell...
"There." Fang tilted his wings, spiraling down to a small house in between several trees in a dense forest. Max held onto Iggy's hand as Iggy followed the gesture, thinking wryly to himself, the blind leading the blind… what a thought.
"Wait here, Nudge come with me." Ordered Fang as the flock stood at the edge of the forest lining the house. Max's grip tightened in Iggy's hand and he knew what Max was feeling. She felt helpless because she was blind, guilty because she couldn't help, mad that she couldn't protect, jealous because Nudge could, and sad because she could no longer be the things she was.
"Do you know what it feels like now?" Iggy asked in a quiet low voice Max could only hear. Her grip tightened on Iggy's hand in as she looked in his direction in confusion. "To be left behind." She dropped Iggy's hand, her face as expressionless as her eyes.
"WOAH! They have a huge living room and everything!" Exclaimed Gazzy when he entered the house with the flock. A TV was set up with a musty mustard colored couch in front of it. A kitchen stood behind it followed by doorways leading to bedrooms.
"There are three bedrooms so Angel and I'll sleep together, Gazzy and Iggy can share a room, and I guess Fang and Max can share a room not that that'll be weird 'cause you know-"
"I'll sleep on the couch." Fang cut Nudge off but Iggy was already grinning ear to ear at his thoughts.
"No, that's okay, I don't mind sharing a bedroom with you, I mean, not unless you mind it." Max gazed blankly at the doorway to the left of the kitchen as Fang stood at the right of it.
"I don't mind, it just might be easier…"
"Just let her share a room with you, she might need some help doing things." Said Iggy seriously but his expression told Fang otherwise.
"Thank you Iggy, at least someone here understands." Max nodded, Iggy hid a laugh.
"Better mood?" asked Fang, watching Max dust off the covers in the master bedroom upstairs.
"A little." Max nodded. "Does it bother you?" Max looked in Fang's general direction.
"What?" Fang cocked his head a little in confusion.
"That I can't see you, that I can't look back…"
"I don't think that's the issue anymore." Fang was gazing at Max's movements on how they were different than normal, her body language screamed that she was scared. "You're scared, why?"
"When am I not scared?" Challenged Max. "We're on the run from Erasers, I have a voice in my head, we have to take care of the flock and I can't do that anymore, and now I'm going to be left behind!"
"What are you talking about Max? You aren't going to be left behind." Fang stared incredulously at Max. "I'll always be here for you!"
"I'm like Iggy now, when I lose all of you, I'll lose myself, you can't always be beside me Fang. The only thing I can be sure of now is who I am and even then, that's not a lot to go on." It was silent in the room for a moment. "I want to go downstairs, it sounds like Iggy's making lunch." Fang took Max's hand and helped her from the bedroom and down towards the stairs.
It must be frightening for her, thought Fang, the sudden change and a set of new worries set on her. A darkness that won't cease, noises you can never see happen, it must be torture, just like when she was in that tank. She is so delicate right now, Fang noticed, feeling her fingertips shaking in his grasp, I need to make you strong again.
Fang watched as Max fiddled with a radio, trying to find a radio station with a decent song on it. He watched her frown as noise seemed to drown the radio. Iggy was clattering with pots and pans as Gazzy asked how to make certain foods, Nudge was talking to Angel as Angel laughed when Total yipped loudly when he caught a tennis ball Angel would throw constantly. A frown had found its way to Max's lips before her blank eyes lit up all at once, hearing a song she was all too familiar with, and the music cut through the loud noise all the way to Fang's ears, piercing his heart.
Dark blue, dark blue,
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room,
While I'm here with you?
Fang saw a sad smile reach Max's lips at the words. His fingers curled into a light fist. How lonely is the darkness around you, Max? He thought to himself. Is it all the more lonely because you can hear but not see? Does it feel like you're missing out on something?
"Every color has a story, you know that?" Iggy asked late that night. The younger ones had gone to bed, Iggy was sitting in a chair matching the mustard colored couch where Max and Fang were sitting.
"I know blue." Max replied, pulling her knees to her chest, thinking of the crayon she held in her hand earlier that day.
"That's funny 'cause that's the only one I've forgotten. Refresh my memory." Iggy smiled slightly.
"There's the sky and ocean, both blue and both in love. Long before the Earth was made the sky was an angel and the ocean, a devil's minion. This angel was one of God's favorites, and the minion the devil's. It was the day God decided to create the world when the devil sent the minion to destroy what God was creating and the angel was sent to protect.
"The minion and angel met and fell in love at first sight but the minion continued to do his job, the angel unaware, and when God had finished creating, he had declared the world too small and sent it close to the sun, it became Mercury.
"The minion and angel met in secret, in a place that was separated from heaven and hell. Their love deepened as so they could not live without the other. It was when earth was formed did God find out about this love, he was angered and felt his angel betrayed him and had been tricked but the angel defended the minion which angered God more. God declared it was a love not suited for heaven and banished the angel. He watched the angel and minion love and he could not stand it.
"But the devil and God could not stand it, their favorites had betrayed them and so The devil made the angel become the sky, so the angel could be as close to heaven as she could but far from the minion. And God banished the minion from hell and made him the ocean, the earth creating the space between them so that the two could never touch. The pure white sky cried, raindrops falling into a blackened ocean. The ocean overflowed and brought life to the dry land with the black water. After time the black water turned as blue as the tears sent down from the sky and the sky turned blue from its sadness.
"They're happy that they can see each other everyday but sad that they are trapped so far away." Max fell silent, thinking back to her kiss with Fang. Yes, she thought, it was exactly like that, that kiss was exactly like the story.
"I remember now because the story of blue connects to most of the color stories."
"I don't remember this." Fang mumbled, gazing between the two blind people.
"No, you wouldn't," Max began, "Jeb told it to Iggy and I overheard it. Jeb told the stories so Iggy could imagine the colors better, so he wouldn't forget what it was like to see."
"This is completely off track, why are we talking about this?" asked Fang.
"It's not," began Iggy, shaking his head, "it is the fact that we used to see that these stories are important. Every color is a symbol of an emotion or action of a person place or thing. The fact that I can differentiate inanimate objects from animate objects is because of this, and this will help Max get used to everything."
"But how will telling stories decide what's going to happen with the flock?"
"It'll help find out how long it'll take for me to get back on my feet but we already know who's going to be leading the flock in the mean time." Max looked blankly at Fang. "Iggy has to teach me to deal with this-" she waved a hand over her eyes, her expression pained as if not wanting to say the next word, "blindness." She looked down. "So you'll have to lead the flock, Nudge could help, I'm sure of that. The flock just needs time, Fang, we all need time to adjust to this." She waved her hand over her eyes again.
"It's time we don't have." Muttered Iggy under his breath. Fang sent a glare Iggy's way. "Hey!" Iggy threw up his hands defensively, "I'm stating a fact, we're on the run from Erasers, we just blew up another School, White Coats are after us too, not to mention, the second we slip up the press'll be all over us and hunting us down. We don't have time!"
"We've never had time." Max's voice silenced the room, Fang looked ready to hurt Iggy and Iggy look frustrated. "But you wouldn't be freaking out like this if you didn't have wings! If you grew up with that family in New York or wherever it was, you wouldn't be complaining about this! So why don't you just go back there? I bet they'll be so happy to take you back." Max nearly spat out happy, her tone clearly aggravated. "Just deal with it." She let out a frustrated sigh. "That's all I'm asking, no complaints, grin and bear it, Ig. We've got a long bumpy road ahead of us."
"As if it weren't already long and bumpy." Iggy muttered under his breath again. "The potholes are getting bigger."
"I know," Max sighed, "the sooner I adjust to this, the sooner we're gone, so Ig, what's the next color?"
"Max, I found some coloring books!" Angel exclaimed excitedly as she seated herself on the floor in the middle of the living room.
"Really? Can I color?" Max stood from the stool and made her way to Angel, bumping into the sofa and coffee table several times until Angel leading Max to where she was sitting.
"This color is…" Max trailed off picking up a crayon, "pink, like the Angel…" Max whispered to herself.
"Yeah! Are you sure you can't see?" Angel arched a brow and Max still gazed blankly ahead.
"I'm sure." Max smiled gently. "besides, what's this color?" Max held up a black crayon.
"Black." Max nodded putting it down and grabbing another one. "That's white." Max grabbed another, "purple."
"And this one's red, right?" Max picked up a half broken crayon, Angel nodded before her eyes widened at her mistake.
"Yep!" She chirped and saw Max's expression turn sad. She was a little late…
Fang leaned against the doorway of the empty house he had found watching Max. Max was sitting beside Angel on the floor, nodding her head as Angel told her what colored crayon she was holding. On the floor there between the two was a large coloring book, one page Angel had colored and the other Max had. Max's was filled with scribble and it looked obvious a two year old had done it while Angel's was neatly colored and had a lot of pink.
Fang gazed sadly as he saw Max lift up a blue crayon between her long fingers and held it over her head. "Max, that's blue." Angel said gently. Max nodded, her clouded brown eyes as emotionless as ever.
"I know," replied Max, bringing the crayon closer to her nose, "it reminds me of someone." Fang's brows furrowed in curiousity and witnessed Angel do the same.
Why is it so much harder for all of us. You seem so distant because you're blind and at the same time I don't know what I can say without the chance of setting you off... Fang watched Max fumble with the zipper of her wind breaker. There are parts of you that you're now revealing, parts I never would have known because you always lock yourself up... Does it feel like you're exposed? That since you can't see, you can't see the prying eyes you want to keep away...
"Hey Max," Iggy popped his head into the upstairs bedroom, "your training starts tomorrow." Fang noticed the grin on his face. What exactly was this training Iggy had planned?
Chaper Two is finished. Ugh, sadly put together but I had no idea how to end the chapter. So, this was the boring chapter, emphasis on the boring. The coming chapters SHOULD be more interesting, 'specially since the training starts. :evil look of happiness: any suggestions for the story are welcome :D
No challenge boys and girls.
Mini-Preview:
"If you're colorblind, it just means you're relying on sight too much because when you're blind, you can see all the colors of the rainbows." Iggy stood a few feet away from where Max was sitting. "In fact you can see more than that but that's besides the point." Max heard his boots crunching against the fall leaves. "Listen to the stream nearby, what's the automatic color that comes to mind?"
"White." The word escaped Max's mouth without thinking.
"Why not blue or green?" Asked Iggy. Max remained silent, thinking on how it connected. How was this supposed to help her with her training anyway?
Adieu
Nightwing
