Halo sighed resting her chin on her folded up knees.
"Don't fall over…" the husky voice called quietly from behind.
She grabbed the rail she had been leaning over, the guardrail of the Justice, frightened. She turned around to face Gabriel, a frown playing on her face.
"I hadn't planned to…" She breathed quietly. She cast her view over the wide ocean. "I'm not so sure about this…"
"Not sure about what? Us?"
"No…. Just this whole thing, heading to Greece… I even feel a little weird about…well you know…I hadn't really expected an answer…I mean just praying, and then hearing someone answer you…"
"Oh…you're having doubts?"
"I dunno…I mean…inside, I just know it's right. But everyone else seemed unsure of me…It's just the voice said something about the Blades. What in hell are the Blades?" she cursed.
"I dunno, but I'm sure it'll come to you…" he said as he moved closer, he pushed the copper tresses off her shoulder, kissing her bare neck softly.
She leaned back against him sighing. "My back's killing me, I dunno why…" she said as he wrapped his arms around her.
Below deck Carl scribbled something down furiously in a journal. His fingers played across the page of another book, as he looked from the journal to this and back still scribbling.
Anya watched from a dark corner. "Translating?" she said eerily.
Carl jumped, a nervous smile forming on his lips as she materialized from the shadowed hiding place. "Yeah…actually I was…"
"Looks like a song…or poem."
"A riddle maybe…I don't know." He sighed wearily.
As Anya leaned over to read the mysterious text, the door to their cabin was flung open violently.
Gabriel held a shrieking and convulsing Halo in his arm. His eyes where wide in horror, as he threw aside Carl's books aside and laid her down on the table. She let out a blood-curdling scream as her back touched the table; she threw herself the other way down; grabbing Carl's steel quill she stabbed it down into the wood of the table, digging it in with all her strength.
Carl stared at her, his eyes wide. Anya rushed forward her hand covering her open mouth. "What's wrong?" she cried over her companion's screams.
Gabriel ignored her slitting the back of Halos dress with a pocketknife, trying to figure out what was causing her this much pain. What he revealed made them all want to throw up.
Pushing and breaking their way to the surface of Halo's skin were two protruding objects. They wriggled and squirmed, even as Halo did the same. Within a matter of time they broke through the surface. Stretching themselves out, covered in the angels blood, were two wings.
They were small compared to her size; they had the span maybe of 4 feet. Halo stopped moving, holding her breath almost.
Carl took a step forward, but Gabriel held him back his face emotionless.
Tiny white sparks danced about the cuts around Halo's newly sprouted wings. She wiggled them and smiled.
"Well it doesn't hurt now!" She grinned flapping her wings. "I thought I was missing something."
The group stared at her.
"Um…Right!" She jumped off the table and left the room.
Gabriel turned to Anya. "Does she do this often?"
End of Chapter- Sorry it took me so long to write this…I had a terrible writers block! Enjoy it, I'll try to get the next chapter up and running!