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"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
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Chapter 7: Missing
After flying for about an hour, I land behind a small motel, making my wings disappear and changing my eyes back to brown.
I walk around the motel, hiding my scythe behind a bush before entering the lobby.
Once inside I am greeted by a putrid smell invading my nose from the person behind the counter clearly asleep, looking at a nearby clock, it is understandable why the person is asleep. It is around 3am.
Approaching the counter, I tap the bell's button and the old woman goes into a panic and sits up and looks at me with a grumpy attitude, "Don't scare me like that, kid!" She snaps, rubbing her eyes.
"The bell is there for a reason, can I just have a room?" I say impatiently, slapping down a 100.
The woman grabs the cash and hands me a key, "Now fuck off, will ya?" She grumbles, laying back in the chair again.
"Will do." I remark, turning back around and leaving the lobby, heading back to the bush to retrieve my weapon and head to the door the key has labeled on it.
Slipping the key into the slot, it unlocks and I step inside, immediately gagging. The smell is horrible, like a combination of old man diarrhea, something dead and who knows what else.
"Fuck this..." I scoff, covering my nose before stepping inside while the door closes on it's own. Going into the bathroom, I set aside my weapon and the key before looking over the disgusting conditions of the bathroom.
The toilet has terrible stains in it, no toilet paper and no seat.
"...Good thing I don't have to pee..." I admit to myself in relief before opening the shower curtain, the sight within the shower makes me jump, discovering a few cockroaches running around in the tub from the drain.
"...I only need to shower...thats all...then I'm out..." I reassure myself again, watching the huge insects panic. Turning on the showerhead, the cockroaches get caught up in the water and flow down the drain with it.
Sighing, I hesitantly undress and place my clothes on the sink's counter.
"Hopefully I don't catch a disease..." Slowly I step into the shower, the showerhead and pipes screeching while the water runs.
The cold water touches my skin, forcing me to shiver, bumps growing all over my skin. Turning the knob to the hot side, the water never gets any warmer.
"Great..." I sigh, making my wings appear, I clean them with the help of my fingers. Luckily for me there was a little bit of soap left for me to wash with.
Feeling somewhat better, I turn the water off and leave the shower, ruffling my feathers to get the excess water off them.
I get dressed without rinsing off, not trusting the towels. I take the key to the room and leave the hotel room, leaving my scythe there.
Pocketing the key, I take off into the sky, eventually finding a store that is open.
Landing behind it, I make my wings disappear into my back. Feeling hungry eyes upon me, chills run up my spine and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. Turning around, my eyes scan the trees and other buildings around me.
Fear begins to rise inside of me, not able to tell what it is. I just hope it is one of those Galileus, and not a Reaper.
Quickly taking off and walking around the store I go inside, the lights nearly blinding me from my eyes being so used to the dark.
I act fast and make my way over to the clothes, quickly picking out what I need.
Constantly feeling eyes on me, every human I see has their eyes on me, or are pretending to not notice me.
What did I do?
Making sure I look average, I double check to make sure my eyes are still brown, my body free from blood or dirt, my wings gone and my teeth and nails are normal.
Why are they staring at me then...?
Getting what I need, I make my way to the cashier and throw the clothes onto the counter.
The man looks at me, seeming to have not noticed me until now, "Hello, did you find everything okay?" He asks, ringing up the clothes.
"Yes..." I respond to him, looking around.
"Hey, you look familiar..." He trills, I look at him in confusion, making sure I have never seen him before.
"Uh, I've never seen you before in my life." I state.
"Oh, no not like that." He says before going under the counter and rustling through some papers.
My nerves begin to fire off, he finds what he was looking for and stands back up and places a picture on the counter, turning it around so I can see it, "You look exactly like this girl people are looking for." He informs, looking at me.
My eyes widen, the paper is of a missing person, me. The problem is, I don't recognize the phone numbers on the flyer at all. The numbers from neither Illinois or Florida.
"...Uh...I get that a lot...?" I lie, touching the paper and looking at it closer, the picture is of me from a few years ago. The paper claims I am in severe danger and for anyone who sees me to call the number or some other business number labelled on it.
"Oh, my apologies." He trails off, bagging the clothes and giving me my total. I pay it and take the bag, picking up the paper as well, "Can I take this in case I see her?"
"Sure go right ahead, have a great night." He beams.
I leave the store, my eyes glued to the paper. My emotions in panic mode, not knowing how someone possibly got that picture, it was on Emma's cell phone and only her phone.
She had the phone on her the day she was murdered, she didn't lose it.
My fear gets so bad to the point I feel like throwing up. Getting outside the store I hide behind it and sit, unable to calm my breathing down.
"What the fuck..." I mumble under my breath, staring at the flyer, beyond sketched out. The flyer shaking in my hands from my panicked emotions.
Who the hell is looking for me...I know no one. I have no family. I was adopted, my real parents died and had no other children. My adoptive parents are gone as well. I am completely alone in life. Who is behind these numbers?!
I begin to feel like I am being watched again, quickly I stand up and look around.
"Come out! I know you are out there! Stop being a pussy!" I scream out into the darkness, looking around for any movement, whatever it is ignores my demands and remains hidden.
I make my wings appear, grabbing the paper and my bag before flying off quickly. Halfway to the motel I use a chunk of my energy to make an illusion everyone can see, not just one person so whatever is following me will go away from me.
To whatever it is, it looks like I changed my flight direction to fly away from the motel. I fly in place to see whatever is following me get fooled by it.
My eyes catch movement in the distance, changing my eye color I am now able to see better in the dark with my natural eyes.
The creature follows far behind the fake image of me, the shape of its wings telling me what it is. Axel, once again.
What does that thing want with me! Why can't it just leave me alone.
Axel suddenly stops in mid flight, flying still in the air while my illusion continues to fly away. He studies it before looking in my direction from about a mile away.
There is no way he can see me, I made it so whatever sees my illusion can't...
My illusion fades in the far distance, immediately I reach out in his direction and put up another illusion for him to see right after my last faded.
I increase the strength of the illusion, making him able to see me crash to the ground and actually hear my cries of agony.
He turns his head in the direction of the sound, clearly hearing it but not acting on it.
I stare at him, watching what he will do. I begin to worry that he is becoming smarter and no longer falling for my illusions.
Something has to be throwing him off.
He looks in my direction again and turns around, moving his attention to the illusion and flying toward it.
I sigh deeply in relief, making the illusion seem as though I was able to get back up and fly off again while injured, making sure it looks like good bait.
Taking this opportunity, I dart off in the direction of the motel.
Minutes pass and I get closer, making sure the illusion is still up so he continues flying away from me.
Out of nowhere, a loud flap of wings from above almost stops my heart. Without a second to react a strong, powerful force slams into me from above, grabbing onto me before sending us plummeting out of the sky.
I cry out in fear, my wings unable to steady themselves. The unique scent tells me immediately who is on my back making me fall. Growling loudly I get lucky and steady my wings, putting as much strength into my wings as I can to stop myself from falling.
My wings slow me down and begin to work against his, finally I steady my fall and stop in the air, pushing us higher instead of lower.
A deep growl of frustration and slight amusement erupts from behind me, my ears pick up the sound of his wings beginning to flap, trying to slam me into the ground with them.
His wings work against mine, his wings proving themselves to be much stronger than mine.
We begin falling again, my wings slow us down again, above the treetops now.
I cry out, feeling the claws on his hands dig into my shoulders, he angles his body and flaps his wings harder.
I struggle hard, his strength becoming too much for me to handle, "Let go of me Axel!" I scream out in anger.
His claws withdraw from my shoulders, his feet on my back kick me away from him hard.
The force of his strong, inhumanly powerful kick sends me crashing down into the trees, losing everything I was holding.
My body and wings get scratched, cut and torn up with every branch and stick that goes past me. I crash onto the forest floor, the air forced out of my lungs from falling onto my back. Quickly I sit up and begin coughing and breathing again.
I stand quickly and shakily, looking up through the trees, not seeing Axel anywhere above me. Wincing hard from my fresh wounds, I sharpen my claws and teeth, ready to fight and remaining strong.
My eyes catch him flying close to the ground toward me, I baring my teeth at him, knowing he is toying with me.
In a flash I fly into the air once he gets close, but he grabs onto one of my wings in the air before forcing me to crash back onto the ground on my back, him on top of me.
I cry out in pain, continuing to bare my teeth at him and growl loudly, he pins my wrists down above me, looking down at me with an evil, sadistic grin.
"What do you want from me! Just leave me alone! Fuck off!" I yell out at him, he remains on top of me, watching in amusement, clearly enjoying my anger, frustration and begging.
His crystal blue eyes watch me, I struggle but his strength is too much, keeping me firmly pinned down with his body.
His deep, quiet breathing sends chills up my spine while he feeds off the scent of my fear, not having to breathe too deeply since he isn't searching for anything inside of me, just seeming to be enjoying the irresistible scent of mine.
I stare at him with hatred, continuing to growl. He moves his head down toward my neck, I turn my head toward his so he can't bite into me.
"Hell no!"
He growls at me, baring his teeth before moving to the other side, I follow him with my head, denying him access.
"You will not bleed me dry! I will not die like Emma did!"
He grins at me in amusement, moving one of his hands away from my wrist before placing it upon my cheek to roughly force my head to the side. He bites deep into my neck, the feeling of each of his razor sharp teeth slowly puncturing my skin sends waves of pain through me, making me cry out from the intense stabbing pain.
Feeling my blood leaving my body, I quickly move my free hand to his wing, clawing into it and making him bleed.
A deep growl erupts from him in anger and pain, grabbing my wrist with his hand again to try to make me release his wing.
Crying out, I keep a firm grip on his wing, his attempt to yank my hand away from it forces me to spread his wing, his blood running from it and dripping onto me.
I lock my eyes on his neck and bite as deep as I can into him, my razor sharp teeth puncturing into his thick, tough skin easily.
He hisses into my neck in either pain...or maybe pleasure...?
The thought of giving this creature pleasure makes my blood boil. Quickly, I shift my legs and force one of my legs between his to kick his crotch hard. Not getting any reaction out of him, I remember they don't have anything there.
I dig my claws deeper into his wing, hitting the bone inside. I try to yank his wing off his body, but I am not strong enough.
He digs his claws into my wrist, pulling his mouth off my neck and sitting up to look down at me. Snarling viciously, my blood runs from his mouth and teeth to drip all over my top.
He roughly yanks his wing out of my hold and pins me to the ground again, using his hands to move one of mine into his other, holding both of my wrists with one hand.
His right hand free now, he tears off my shirt and throws it aside, my heart drops and my brain starts to panic.
"No, please, don't go any further..!" I cry out at him, looking at him pleadingly.
His mouth slowly forms into a malicious grin, ripping my pants off as well to make my fear go into overdrive and make me panic more.
"Please! I don't even know how sex works for you, but please don't do anything to me!" I beg, tears in my eyes.
His eyes trail down to study my body, running his rough, warm hand down the middle of my breasts, sending shivers down my spine.
He begins slicing his claws into the skin of my chest, making me cry out in pain, seeming to only want to make me bleed.
I begin to use my power to create another illusion, creating the image of something he won't enjoy, a person spotting us.
His senses immediately pick up the person and he looks over at the illusion, watching the 'man' panic and run away from us. He then breathes in deeply while watching it, my eyes widen.
I'm an idiot...my illusions give off no scent...
He looks back down at me, grinning before slicing my skin up again, making me cry out in pain.
He moves down and begins to slowly lick up the blood running out of my wounds, sending more shivers up my spine. My body reacting in the worst way possible to his tongue running along it, "Please, stop!"
He picks up the irresistible, sweet scent coming from between my legs, reacting by licking more.
Yelling out in anger I flap my wings hard, my wings slamming into his body. Quickly I force my feet between us, the claws on my feet dig deep into his soft abdomen, moving my legs to drag my claws down his smooth underbelly and rip slices through the thinner skin there.
He howls in pain, pinning me down harder and using his legs to force mine apart and down, he snarls at me, his blood running from his wounds.
His blood drips onto my bare body, the blood very warm, I realize the cuts he has licked are sealing themselves back up and healing.
I watch them close, figuring his saliva has some kind of healing factor to it.
My neck is also closing up a bit, I watch him, growling.
He begins growling back at me, he suddenly snaps his head upward, his attention getting grabbed by something in the forest as he continues to take in his surroundings. The speed at which his attention completely shifted tells me it was something that could be dangerous.
Feeling the temperature drop around us, I realize what he is worried about.
It has caught up to me.