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Healing
Chapter Two
I blinked, stunned for a moment at how eager he was to help.
'He must really want Iggy to live'I thought.
But the other four bird kids were just sitting there.
Two of them were just sitting there, shocked, they looked almost like brother and sister. The two girls were holding each other, rocking back and forth, overcome with sadness and grief.
And it struck me. They had all given up already. Well, Fang and I wouldn't. I would do everything in my power to keep him alive. And it would take a lot of my power.
"Get those rags, they're all boiled out. Put them on his forehead and his side. Hold him down as hard as you can when he starts his seizures again. Talk to him. I'll get him conscious, you keep him that way." It all flooded out of my mouth and he started running to obey.
I knelt down by the couch and held my necklace for a moment, praying to my god for safety and help in this.
Fang was back with the rags and we lay them all over Iggy. I showed him where to hold Iggy and settled down for some healing.
I put my hands on Iggy's heart and blessed him, giving him some of my power to keep his heart beating.
I started to gather the power around me and started molding it in my hands. The light flashed around it, gold laced through and whipping around. I told it what to do and how to do it, feeling the raw power rush around between my fingers. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I held Life in my hands.
I lay my hands on his chest and let the power rush through. It crackled and streamed through Iggy, his chest bucking under my hands. I yelled at Fang over the crackling.
"Hold him! Tighter! Keep talking!!"
He kept right on talking, something about explosives, the good old days, and Gazzy missing him.
Iggy lay there, sweat breaking out on his forehead. I could tell that he would have burn marks where my fingers had been touching him. My own fingers were burnt, had a blue tinge to them. And it would take a lot longer to heal Iggy totally.
But for now, I needed rest.
The four had fallen asleep, exhausted, and I realized with a shock that it was already morning.
This healing would take a while.
I looked at Fang and saw he was almost asleep, and I talked to him.
"How did this happen? How was he hurt so badly? Who didn't anyone do anything to help him?" I let questions out, one after another.
"We were attacked, they wouldn't stop and they were better than before. He's blind, he couldn't tell how bad they were going to overpower him. We were busy dealing with our….own problems." He said the last sadly and I held his hand, tight. Letting a bit of energy enter him, he lightened and looked more awake.
He looked at me, a little guarded. "What are you??"
"I'm another experiment. Experiment Number 1668369."
"I…know. What's in you?"
I said it, the thing that was a mystery even to me.. "Faerie, human, raven, cheetah, and tiger…Yes, faeries exist, I don't know what kind of faerie I am." His questions showed in his eyes.
"I know, impossible. But one of the scientists rescued me. We staged my death and he ran away with me, took me up here, to his house."
"Where is he now?" Fang demanded.
"Gone…" I said, tears forming in my eyes. "He was the only one who knew I had faerie in me and he tried to find my mother…I didn't want to know and I blocked out the doorway, I didn't know he was outside and Splash's mother attacked. She had just had her babies. I got mad at her and killed her and the babies, the only one left was Splash…" It all came out in a big rush of words. The tears started falling. I hurriedly swept them away.
Iggy moved a little bit. My eyes flicked over to him. "He moved." I stated, my voice straight and blank.
Fang practically jumped and I realized he hadn't taken his eyes off me the whole time. He leaned over to Iggy again, concerned.
"Will he be okay?" he asked, worry showing through.
"Yes. He'll sleep for a few days and I'll have to heal him a bit more, but he'll be fine."
"Ok…" he let the thought trail through, skeptical.
"Go to sleep now, Fang." I said, and grabbed his hand. More power leaked through and he fell asleep instantly.
I had to leave. They already knew too much. But I couldn't leave Iggy here.
A thought dawned on me. I could give them potions, and instructions…I could leave here and now, no one would even remember me once they left my house.
So I rushed around, gathering food and supplies, packing it into a backpack. I was faster than all of them, I could even get a few days head start, which would turn into weeks.
I glanced back to get a last look at them all. Wings spread and hair circling their heads like haloes, they looked like angels. And then I did a double take on Iggy.
Hair. Eyes. Nose. No. It couldn't be. I lifted his hair and looked at his ears. Perfectly fine. Perfectly normal.
Except the glamour that hid the pointed tips of his ears. And it was strong glamour.
I took another look at him without the glamour and saw horn bits sticking out of his hair on the top of his head.
My nail pierced my palm. It started to bleed, the blue blood seeping through.
I had an idea that would prove it. Whether we were….
I traced my nail over his cheek.
The purple birthmark tattoo rippled to the surface.
The same twisty vine that was on my cheek.
We were in the same clan.
The thought floored me and I sank to the ground, all other thoughts gone from my head.
He was my brother.