"Shhh...here we go."
Scipio commanded Elma as they climbed up the garden wall of the house, beaked masks gleaming in the moonlight. They'd left their capes at Elma's hideout, for the sake of convenience, and carried nothing with them but a bag to put the angel wing in. Scipio jumped from the garden wall first, and then motioned in the dark for Elma to come down. "Scip?" Elma whispered quietly, and Scipio realized it was too dark to see his hand gesture. "Sí, jump down!" He whispered back, and Elma jumped down, letting Scipio catch her around the waist. "Scip..." Elma giggled and Scipio grinned, taking her hand. "Come on."
They got inside the house and almost at once Elma could hear someone talking harshly. "Go look for l'ala. The wing." She said to Scip, and as he quietly crept up the stairs Elma followed the woman's voice to a photograph-developing room. A small, blonde woman stood in the doorway, holding a shotgun. There were children inside the room, and Elma saw with alarm that the barrel of the shotgun was pointed at them — the youngest one was shaking in fear. "What are you doing?" Elma said, keeping her voice low so she wouldn't alarm Scipio. She tensed as the woman jumped and gave a small yelp; maybe she had overestimated the trembling woman after all. But speaking out, trying to help the children, was a rash idea — the woman turned around and suddenly the shotgun was pointed at Elma's still form.
A short filler chapter, but still sort of important, so yeah. Sorry I haven't updated recently. I'm so glad you guys still have some faith in me, you guys are the best and I really need you guys, thank you so much I love you all.
