Legacy – ch 2

Later – Midnight-ish

You know, there is one particularly good thing about high metabolism; you recover from alcohol faster. You still stumble around, but your decision making isn't as impaired as it would be normally. Ah, the joys of being a drunk bird-kid.

I tried sneaking home, and I was pretty good at sneaking. So I was surprised when Mom and Maya found me tiptoeing down the hall in my socks. They were having a heated discussion about something to do with the Patrols and were going off to their rooms; down the hall I was in. As soon as I saw them I quickly dodged into the nearest doorway. But it was locked and I accidentally rammed into it head first. There was a big "Bang" as I hit my head and I bounced back, staggering to regain my balance. I fell on my back with an almighty thud, crushing my wings. Max and Maya stopped talking and looked at me for a moment.

'HUNTER!' Their two voices screamed at once, identical. That must have woken up everyone in the house! 'Watshup?' I slurred, trying to raise my head. Maya shook her head in that aw-not-again way and sighed. Wooden flooring is very hard. I finally managed to raise me head enough to see them. Mom rushed over to me and helped me up. 'Thanks,' I said, clutching at my forehead. Mom saw my face and looked alarmed. 'Maya, could you go get some ice? I think Hunter's going to have a huge black eye in the morning,' Maya turned away, trying to hide a smile. I didn't look that bad, did I? Mom sighed and the questioning started. 'What happened this time?'

I tried to remember. 'OK… I was at the Rotten Oyster, had a couple of drinks and played poker for a while,' Jerry has this free poker table; I managed to salvage a couple of packs of cards and a bunch of betting chips from the wreckage of a casino a while back. 'Then I had some more drinks before Jerry told me what the time was and that I should go home,' I continued. 'So how many drinks did you have?' Mom asked. 'Uhh, a few? Maybe? I can't remember. How's your day been?' I tried to change the subject, horribly. 'It's been fine. Now get on with the story; you were coming home,' she was getting annoyed. 'OK, OK. I was flying home and I saw this pigeon flying beside me,' I smiled as I remembered how funny it was: me flying with a pigeon! 'It came a little closer, so I flew away from it a little. Then it came a little bit closer and I went a lot further to the side,' I frowned, struggling to remember what happened. 'Hey Mom, you know that neon sign near the park? The one with the cactus picture on it?' Max thought for a moment. 'Yes, what about it?' she seemed cautious. 'Well, please don't laugh, but I, umm… kinda flew into it.' Mom dropped me and tried to smother her laughter. 'Ow! That hurt! You traitor, stop laughing,' I tried to get up again, and tried to throttle my mother. I was drunk so the best I could do was shaking her and getting myself dizzy. And that was the moment Maya chose to get back with the ice.

'Hey! What's going on you two? Cut it out!' Maya tried separating us, but Mom started laughing again. 'I'll get you!' I drunkenly launched myself at her and hit the door again. She started laughing even harder, amused by the fact that she hadn't moved or dodged in any way. Auntie Maya helped me up again and asked questions of her own. 'Why must I be interrogated? I didn't do anything wrong! *hic*' oh great, now I have the hiccups too. 'Hang on a second, why didn't you fly in?' Maya asked. 'I flew into the god damn neon cactus!' I yelled at her. By now Nudge and Ella were awake and coming down the hall. I suppose this day couldn't get much worse could it? 'What's going on?' Ella asked, annoyed that we had woken them up. '*hic*' I hiccupped. Nudge had a look at my back, 'Jesus, Hunter,' she seemed to be scared about something. 'Have you seen your wings? One of them looks broken!' she was yelling, and possibly hyper-, hyper-vent-ill-something. '*hic* No, I haven't seen my wings, but I couldn't fly home, *hic* I crashed into a neon cactus.' I said sarcastically. That got Ella laughing too, but Nudge was more concerned with my wings. 'Does this hurt?' she asked, yanking one of them. 'YES IT BLOODY WELL HURTS! *hic* STOP IT!' I screamed at her. I whirled around to punch her and hit the door. This time I broke something and it smashed open. I hope it wasn't Nick's room; he was really pissed last time I broke his door. Nope, it was Storm's room. Oh, shit…

Storm is my little sister. Nick is my big brother. We're all one big happy family; one mother, one auntie, and triplets. I'm the one in the middle, so I seem to get into the most trouble. Nick has black hair and brown wings, like an eagle. He seems to be into science stuff. He almost never leaves his room! It's like he's bored with the rest of the world.

Storm has long silvery grey hair and flecked gray wings, like an owl. Also, she seems to be able to control static electricity at will. Just don't go near her if her hair if floating; I tried that once and I got zapped with enough voltage to get blown through the wall. We fight more often than anything else. She zaps me, I torch her. Whoever said sisterly love was granted was an idiot. We do get along every now and then, but…

Anyway, I smashed her door, again, and now she's angry. I stagger in and fall into the fireplace. The fires still going but I don't notice. 'Hey, sis, how's it going?' I could see her hair starting to rise. 'Not so well,' she said, getting really pissed off. 'I've had things banging against my door, and then smashing the damn thing. Turns out it was my drunken sister. How has your night been?' Oh dear… she used her calm voice… that means I'm really in trouble…

Well, I've been in the fire for a good minute now. It feels good. Remember that saying "those who play with fire get burnt"? I'm not getting burnt, but I'm definitely on fire! 'great! I had a few beers, and flew into a neon cactus. Have you seen my broken wing yet?' I said, turning around so Storm and Nudge could see. The others will still giggling outside. I think they were sharing stories of other incidents when I was drunk. 'It doesn't look broken to me,' my sister was sceptical, hands on hips. Nudge was just staring at it. I really didn't know what was happening. After all, I was drunk, bruised, and standing in the middle of what must have looked like a bonfire. I tried to turn so I could see it, but the wing kept getting away. 'Hunter, stop spinning! You're making me dizzy,' Nudge never got dizzy; she was the party queen. I've seen her twirl around on the dance floor with more guys than anyone else. Then there was a huge pain in my shoulder. It felt like it was on fire! But I am on fire… ok; it felt like someone had tried to inject my shoulder with concrete. Either way, it HURT. I screamed in pain. I heard a clunk and the pain stopped. I fell to my knees and tried to get my breath back. It took me a whole minute. The fire went out, and I was cold. So cold, like ice…. I never felt my head hit the floor.

A/N: ok, ive finished another chapter! getting interesting isnt it?

by the way... Fang's going to visit next chapter ;)

disclaimer; i own nothing but i do have claim to my epic storyline!