So, hey, it's been a while, but no worries, I won't give up on this story. It's just that I'm so busy. First though, big thanks to pinfeather for being my very first reviewer. Here, have a cookie (::). get yourself ready for Fang's secret. But be careful, it isn't fairy-land. Also, Princess Puffin, thanks for the constructive criticism. Finally, to ITeX: Nudge wishes your sister a happy birthday! Even though it isn't her birthday today, but still! Anyways, onward!
Chapter Six
"Why are you giving me a baseball cap to wear, it's not too sunny outside?" I asked Fang, who, obviously, was holding a baseball cap in his outstretched hand.
"Cover your ears." Was all he said.
"Fine, whatever." I said, snatching the cap from him.
So anyways, after a little bit of struggling I finally managed to get my ears into my cap, which is quite difficult. A lot of the time I spent wondering how he did it. My ears kept on poking out of somewhere, when I noticed Fang staring at me with a strange look crossing his features, "Oh, what now?" I asked with exaggerated patience.
"Funny, seeing you struggle like that." Wow, nice to know someone truly cares. Honestly, seeing how much he cares about me just makes me tear up. My little baby is growing up so fast. Yeah, my baby who also happens to be older than me. Okay, well maybe he isn't a baby, but he is my best friend, so that still counts. Right? Riiiiiiight? No? No one? Okay then.
"Whatever, let's just go." I looked over at him and he just nodded. So with that we both walked to the front of the house and stepped out. I have to admit, I was a little nervous, I haven't ever been in the city in, well, forever. I've never been there. I looked over at Fang to see if he was feeling anything similar, but judging from his face, he looked as calm as ever, but I could see through his mask, he was just as nervous as I was. Oh well. So much for expecting moral support. But seriously though, looking at him, you'd think that he was just your average teenage boy whose mother had told him to go out and buy groceries. Which was probably exactly the look he was going for.
Okay, I'm going to spare you all of the unbelievably boring details about us going grocery shopping. But seriously, how do you people manage it, it's so stupid and annoying. The dumb cashiers try so had to make conversations, but they just didn't understand that I DIDN'T WANT TO TALK TO THEM. Anyways, I'll just tell you the main thing. We went to different places, bought some food, some stupid guys and girls tried to tall to us, but we simply told them to get lost, ans with a few glares from Fang, they ran away, and by the time we were done buying enough food to last us another three months, we started walking home, when something caught my eye. A TV, showing a news reporter, but that's not what was important, on the corner of the screen was a picture of my mother. Huh? I wonder what that's about. My mom didn't do anything wrong. Except for, you know, illegally taking care of a bunch of children that should be dead. But other than that, she didn't so anything. Besides, even that isn't that bad. I bet there are a ton of criminals in the states. Go after them, will ya?
"Fang, look at that." I whispered, pointing at the TV. He probably would have disregarded what I'd said, if not for the hint of urgency in my voice.
He turned his head to look at what I was talking about, and when he saw the picture of my mom, I saw his eyes widen a fraction of an inch. His version of complete astonishment. He turned to me and said, "Let's see what this is about."I nodded at him
The lady on the TV started to talk, and we remained frozen like ice sculptures. With every word she said, the paler my face became. The women kept on talking. She was saying stuff about how it's been three months since Katie Forester, my mother, had been executed for knowing about the existence of "vicious and cruel" Bloods, yet not telling anyone about them. She was killed, but her husband, my dad, Jeb Forester was not because he claimed to know nothing about how his wife had been caring for Bloods, he apparently always assumed that every time my mom left the house she was going to work. The women also spoke about what a "hero" Jeb Forester was, because the moment he found out what his wife had been doing he had immediately notified the police. Geez, dad, thanks, totally feeling the love here. Please tell me how it is legal to call you a father, turning your own daughter in. Ugh. Can I please throw you off of an astronomy tower. Unlike Gazzy and Angel, you won't be able to fly back up. And I will happily watch your fall, with a cold satisfaction.
So, after the long bit of trash about what a hero my dad was, they started to talk about how, after three months of searching, they finally found a lead. One day, while the police officers were looking through the woods, to see if they could find out where the Bloods (aka- me and my little band of merry mutants) lived, they were walking back after hours of searching, when they came across a black rubber ball and a few arrows. When she said this, I turned to glare at Fang, and I saw that he also had a guilty look on his face. Yeah, the black rubber ball that they found, it's his, he made it, you know, out of darkness. And the arrows that they found, they belong to my brother, he's been practicing archery. He actually made his own bow and arrow. I have to talk to him about leaving his things lying around. You never know who might find them.
After she talked about the mysterious objects showing up in the middle of the woods, she said that if anyone should ever come across a Blood, they must immediately notify the police, but they mustn't approach them because they are extremely dangerous and could kill a man with a single glance. When she said this, I saw Fang turn his head, for a moment I thought he was scared or something, until I saw his shoulders shaking, he always laughing, and I have to admit, so was I. I mean, were they serious? Kill a man just by looking at them? Talk about pathetic. Bibitty-freaking-babitty-effing-boo. But then what they showed after scared me so freakin bad, man. They showed pictures. Like real pictures of all the stuff they had found. Of they just said the stuff,people might now have believed them, but they actually had evidence. One picture was a blurry image of a pair of big grey wings that were much to big to belong to a bird, but that's not all, the wings had small feet wearing ballerina shoes sticking out of the bottom. Angel. Next they showed the picture of the ball and arrows that they found. Fang and Iggy. After that they showed a picture of a bunch of arrows stuck in a tree branch. Iggy, again. Then they showed a picture of an area on a tree where the bark was chipped off, the area looked about the size of a fist. And not just any fist, my fist. They got a picture proving my existence. How was I supposed to tell the others to be careful, when I myself am such a careless little kid? I suck. Just don't tell Fang I said that, he'd tease me senseless.
Well, once I saw that picture, I just couldn't bare to see any more, but I couldn't turn away either. More pictures just kept showing up on the screen, and the more showed up, the whiter my skin was getting. Then suddenly I felt a pair of calloused hands grab my sleeve and pull me away from there. I was about to hesitate when I heard a voice, "We have to get out of here."
"Fang?"
"No, it's Pinocchio. Let's just go." When he said that, I would have nodded, but I couldn't move, I was literally frozen, so Fang rought grabbed me my sleeve and dragged me all the way. There were a few times when I was going to complain about how rough he was being, but you know what? Screw it.
When we arrived home he he let my sleeve go and opened the door to the house, he was about to turn around probably to drag me in again, but I finally came out of shock and ran in the house and shouted, "Everyone come here now!" Everyone came.
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