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Chapter 6: Murder
Hours pass, numerous times I have slipped in and out of consciousness, despite how strong my will to stay awake is.
Thankfully, when I do fall asleep that horrible place seems to no longer be in my dreams.
Now I have been awake for over a half hour, up and walking around, my energy seems to have returned to me.
I was able to sneak out of my room, not believing that creature is here because all has been silent for a very long time.
Throughout the time I've been awake, I've been working on searching this huge living space of his.
There are many, many rooms everywhere. Most of the rooms I have visited so far have been full of random furniture covered in layers of dust and cobwebs, untouched for who knows how long.
Other rooms are either completely empty or have busted windows with evidence that mother nature has been trying to retake control over this land that humans have built upon.
This place must be a mansion that was abandoned, maybe because the cost of upkeep was too much and it kept falling apart.
Eventually I find a room in which it's contents grab my attention, a room with a number of books inside on shelves, a desk and random pictures all around.
The room which seems to either be a study or an office of some kind is also covered in dust and cobwebs, the ceiling seems to be collapsing as well.
Looking around inside of it, I rip off a piece of the curtain and shake it off before placing it over my nose and mouth. Spreading my remaining wing I flap it hard a few times, stirring up and lifting the dust into the air.
Folding my wing, I keep the cloth to my nose and mouth until most of the dust settles.
Uncovering my face I throw the cloth away from me, moving my attention to the shelf full of random books.
Most of the titles seem to be in some kind of foreign language I'm unfamiliar with. Some are bibles and other religious texts, while the rest are completely random.
One of the random books spike my interest, grabbing it I sit at the desk, the chair seeming as though it will give in any second from the sudden weight it is no longer familiar with.
'The Mythical and Supernatural Collection' is the title, opening up the old book the first random page I open up to is the Phoenix. The book contains information on the creature and apparent sightings throughout history up until the book's published date.
Flipping the page, the next creature is a Pixie, coming to the realization that the book is in alphabetical order.
I begin to think about the two creatures I have ran into, the one that killed Emma and the one taking care of me.
What are they? I think to myself.
Time goes by, while quickly scanning through the book, I have discovered a few interesting creatures that supposedly exist but probably don't, such as the Wendigo, Basilisk, Manticore and Wolcin.
The Wolcin looks very interesting to me, but despite my curiosity there isn't much information on them. The creatures are definitely not that species though.
The only creature that looks the most similar to them is either a Demon, due to their large variety of body types, or some kind of Gargoyle.
Although the Gargoyle looks promising, a lot of points do not line up.
The sudden sound of the door opening makes me jump and slam the book shut, gluing my eyes on the creature entering the room, the one with the black feathered wings.
He looks at me before pulling a familiar weapon into the room, my scythe.
"Is this yours?" He smiles, offering it to me.
Quickly getting up off the chair I run over to him and take it from him, looking up at it in awe, "You found Valkyrie! Thank you!"
"Valkyrie?" He questions, confusion in his facial expression.
"Yes," I begin, looking over at him, "it's the name I gave it."
"I should have figured, that's an interesting name." He adds, observing me.
"Well, some would say Valkyries are angels of death. I found it fitting." I grin, looking up at the dark blade. Immediately I begin to feel a boost of power flow through me, the scythe balancing its strength with my energy.
"It is fitting." He admits, smirking, seeming to like my decision as well.
I move my attention back to him, moving Valkyrie behind my back, "So, what are you? Some kind of demon? Wendigo? Gargoyle? I know you eat humans and animals."
He leans against the wall, listening to me, "Well, what I know is my species is something from very ancient times. Around the time humans call the New Stone Age or whatever. My father was the first of our species. He decided to name our species Galileus, and told us some humans had seen glimpses of members of the species and took that inspiration to create the statues of gargoyles. Throughout the years we are sure humans forgot what some of our features looked like and added onto the ideas from their own imaginations. I hope that answers your question." He explained.
My eyes widen, "Woah, that's pretty cool, i'm not sure if I believe you but that's neat stuff."
He shrugs, not seeming to care too much whether I believe him or not, "That's just what I was told when I was younger. But I know for a fact my father was the first of our kind."
"I believe you, I've never seen your kind until now. Do you know how old you are? Also, what is your name?"
"My name is Amon, and honestly, I lost count of the centuries a long time ago. But I am younger than my brother, Axel."
"Oh, Amon is a really unusual name. Wait, he is your brother?!" I blurt out, nearly dropping my weapon, eyes wide.
Amon notices and grins in amusement, "Yes, he is. My father named me, and our mother named Axel. That's why the names seem very different."
"Wait, why does that matter?"
"She was an angel. Much different from our father."
My mouth hangs open, "No way...Angels exist?" I begin to think about it, knowing there is definitely a chance of that being true since I probably don't know half of what truly exists in this world.
"Yes," He begins, "I am living proof." He finishes, spreading his wings, "I was born with more angelic blood in my veins than Axel was, I can also do more than he can." He informs, approaching me.
My eyes widen and I slowly back away from him as he approaches, "Heh...what are you doing?"
"I'm going to show you an example, but I have to touch you to do so." He invites.
Before he gets too close I swing my scythe toward him and stand my ground before the wall behind me, "Don't touch me."
He stops and raises his hands as if saying he isn't going to hurt me, "I promise I won't hurt you, can you trust me?"
"I can't trust anyone anymore." I tell him, making my newly healed wing sprout from my back, ripping the bandages off me, finally having two wings again.
He observes the new wing, "You have a pretty unique healing ability as well, I see."
"Yes, I do. So I don't need your help." I address, narrowing my eyes.
He softly lets out a sigh, "If you truly want to leave, I won't stop you."
"Thank you." I respond, lowering my scythe.
Walking past him and to the door, he speaks up, "I can't promise that my brother won't be after you again if you do leave. You are safest here with me, where he can warm up to you and know that you are not a threat to us."
Stopping at the door I look at him, "Staying here, I will be putting you in danger. And if your brother decides to get involved with me, he will be a target as well. I am doing you a favor."
He watches me, "If those creatures are as powerful as you say they are, then why are you singling yourself out to their advantage? How many of them are after you? Do you even know?"
I look down at the floor, not knowing an answer to his last question, "I don't know how many are after me. But that doesn't matter. At least others aren't dying because of me." I admit, walking away to find the exit.
Quickly finding it, I open the door, the hinges groan in protest, weeds and other vegetation stick to it, being torn from the door opening after who knows how long.
"Don't you dare follow me either!" I shout into the mansion before closing the door behind me and taking off into the night sky.
Now that Emma isn't with me, traveling will be much faster.
Flying high in the sky, the warm yet cold air reminds me that I need clothes. My exposed body is basically making me become a beacon for whatever else is out here following my scent.
After flying for some time, movement from below grabs my attention, just what I was looking for.
Rotating my wings I fold them to dive down into a yard behind a house, a clothesline becoming easier and easier to see.
Once close enough, my wings spread out wide in front of me and slow my movement down in mere seconds.
My feet touch the soft grass and my wings slowly fold against my sides, I move my attention to the laundry pinned up to dry on the clothesline before me.
I run my hands over my body, feeling that I have been cleaned up from the blood thanks to Amon. My hair is going wild though, sticking up in random places and greasy way beyond my enjoyment.
A quick shower tonight wont hurt anything. Where will I get money from though...? I ask myself subconsciously.
One thing at a time.
I walk around the clothesline, looking at the different clothes hung up. Picking out a shirt I realize it is way too big for me, but that doesn't bother me too much.
Putting it on, I figure a bra can be bought once I get some money, because using some random person's bra would be nasty. Same goes for panties...especially panties...
Looking at a pair of shorts, I remove it from the pins and put them on, the shorts slip off of my hips with ease.
Narrowing my eyes at the clothing, I use the ties to tighten the waistline so they stay on me.
Looking down at myself, a small laugh comes from me because of how ridiculous I look.
Sudden growling grabs my attention, quickly I lock my eyes onto the source, a giant dog.
Only now do I finally realize the fence that is around the yard, "Heh...nice doggie..." Slowly I back up from the snarling and growling dog.
Holding my scythe defensively, I come to the conclusion that I'm pretty content on my clothing for now.
The dog begins barking viciously at me, putting me on edge and worrying about attention being drawn on me.
"Yep, I'm out." I tremble before flying into the sky, the dog running after me until the fence stops it, it continues to bark at me as I disappear from it's sight.
Observing the land below me, many lights grab my attention from the cities, a number of people walking around in and out of the cities.
My eyes lock onto an event unfolding in an alley, a girl being backed into it by three guys, her voice barely able to be heard from this distance, but my sensitive hearing picks it up.
The story seems to be one of the guys is an ex of hers, and the other guys are his friends. They are arguing about money, and about the guy cheating on her.
Clearly the girl is the victim, I rotate my wings to soar over to the location, flying above them and out of view.
The girl gets pinned against a wall, she begins panicking as a pocket knife is placed against her neck, the guys claiming she stole money from the ex after she found out about the cheating.
The guys demand the money, and the smell of fresh blood hits my nose, she gives her purse to one of the guys and he searches through it, pulling out all the money she has.
Apparently getting the money back is not enough for them, the girl begins to beg for her life but the ex slits her throat and throws her to the ground. His friends move away from him, shocked at what he did.
A loud growl comes from my throat before diving down and landing in the alleyway behind the girl, I catch her before she falls, holding her neck.
The guys see me and begin freaking out before running in the opposite direction to leave the alley. Waving my hand toward them, a giant metal wall grows out of the ground as the guys stop before the illusion.
"What the fuck?!" One of them shouts, looking at the wall.
They turn to look at me, my eyes glow purple and I make the girl die quickly, unable to save or heal her.
The girl becomes limp and I slowly place her on the ground, glaring at the men and snarling at them.
"I'm sorry! It was a mistake!" The ex says to me, tears forming in his eyes out of fear and newly formed guilt.
I slowly approach them, my scythe begins to glow purple similar to my eyes.
"Was what she did really worth her life to you people?!" I snarl at them, they cower in fear and profusely apologize and beg for their lives.
"People like you don't deserve mercy." Swiftly I swing my scythe toward them, letting go of it and letting it fly at them, one of them was smarter than the other and was fast enough to duck, the other two catching the blade and losing their heads.
The remaining guy watches my scythe fly through the wall, realizing it's fake.
The man runs through the wall and it fades and disappears, my scythe flies back to me and I catch it and run after the last guy as he runs down the middle of the street screaming for help.
Due to my height, I am unable to run as fast as he can. Just as I spread my wings to take off after him, my senses pick up something coming close.
Out of nowhere a humanoid shape bearing two large leather wings tackles the man roughly from the sky above, crouched down upon the man's back. Immediately I realize what it is, Axel.
My body freezes and tenses up while I stare at him, the boy screaming and crying out in agony while being torn into. The strong scent of fresh blood catches my nose, a lot of it.
Watching, I come to realize he must have been following me this whole time and knew I was after this man. He may have done me a favor or was strongly influenced by the intoxicating amount of fear coming off the man.
Axel stops tearing into the bleeding man for a moment to check his surroundings before taking off into the sky with the boy, clearly not wanting to be seen by humans.
Although he didn't look in my direction, I guarantee he knew I was standing there watching.
The sounds of the boy crying and screaming slowly fades away as they get further away. Getting out of my trance, I finally look around to make sure I'm alone.
Seeing no one, I return to the alley to loot the bodies, collecting money from each of them except the girl, collecting a total of $350.
Slipping the cash into my pocket, I use one of the victim's cell phones to call the police to the scene, only putting the number in the phone, calling then flying off.