Chapter Eleven
I looked over and down at her, my fists clenching so hard that blood started dripping down from the cuts on my palms. I was trying to hold back, I couldn't hit Nudge. They would all get mad and leave, Fang leaving too.
You see, my brain doesn't work entirely logically when I'm mad. My temper is one of my weakest points.
She leaned in, whispering in my ear.
"Gotcha. I'll trade, Iggy for your front room. Yes?"
Nudge leaned back, that smile still cemented to her face.
She assumed my silence was an agreement, or she just didn't need one.
She walked out of the room and it hit me all at once.
Jealousy.
I had taken Iggy as my brother and he was her brother too.
She wanted Iggy to be her real brother.
And she hated me for the fact that I was his sister.
I ran out of the house, footsteps light and quick. I picked up my blue cloak on the way out and skidded a little in the mud all over the lawn in front of my house.
The flock were there, planning. Angel looked up at me, huge moon eyes making me melt. Little kids. Little sweethearts.
I kneeled down in the mud and held her arms. I looked in her eyes and explained.
"Angel. I'm not leaving. I'm going to get some glue and wallpaper, more supplies. Don't worry."
She nodded and hugged me again.
"Can I go? You can carry me so I don't get lost?"
I looked over at Max and she nodded, her eyes proud of her little girl. She looked like a real mother, taking care of all these kids.
"Ok. Will do."
I walked over and picked up my backpack, making sure there was still money in the pocket.
Angel waved goodbye to the circle the flock had made and I picked her up.
I started to run, holding her like I had held Iggy, but she was too small. She started to slip a little so I slowed, getting ready to stop and move her around.
She grabbed my shoulders and flipped herself up and over my head, onto my back where she rode piggyback.
Amazing, I thought, but then they were kids with wings, I didn't know the half of what they could do.
She had her hands on my shoulders, her head stuck over on my left shoulder.
I held her legs, clamped around my waist.
I heard the beat of wings and turned around, snapping in the best defensive stance I could in my current position.
My heart calmed down, then snapped back to attention as Fang came into full view, wings beating hard to catch up.
He landed hard, momentum carrying him too far.
I walked up to him, towing Angel.
"What were you here for again?" I asked, teasingly.
"I'm coming with you."
"Nope. No you're not."
"Yes. No doubt about it."
"Unh-uh." I looked up at him, shaking my head, careful not to hit Angel.
"You're not running off on me again, no you aren't."
I cocked my head and thought a second.
I had been sleeping for almost two weeks, and he had been plenty worried.
"Alright," I grinned, thinking fast. "If you can stay with me, you can come."
I beamed up at him, he looked at me a little shocked.
He spluttered, "But, you're, Angel, slow, can't, you, too fast."
I laughed a bit at his monosyllabic reply.
And turned around, running.
We reached the parking lot of the largest store it town, part tourist attraction, part souvenir shop, and part Wal-Mart. It confused me too, trust me.
Angel jumped off my back, landing with a soft thud. We sat on a curb to wait for Fang.
He came crashing through the bushes around ten minutes later, covered in leaves.
Angel broke out in laughter, I couldn't help but follow. We lay there, clutching our stomachs and laughing so hard we were crying.
Fang brushed off most of the leaves, running his hand through his hair to get them out.
He stood in front of me, blocking what little sunlight there was.
He grunted and pulled his wings in. Angel and I stood up, and we started to head in the door.
Fang and Angel said, "Um…..your.." and were pointing at my obviously odd features.
I let out a soft "Oh." And flicked my hood up, leaving my tail twitching around in the air behind me.