A/N: This may seem like a new arc, but it was actually my original arc! I wanted to blend this story as much as I could with the host, and with the whole other rebels thing…I just wanted to get it out of the system. And if you did like the other rebels, I'm sorry but I don't think they'll be showing again. Anyway, this is my beloved original idea. Hope you love it!
"Seven lives!? Wow, why so much?" he shouted with shock.
I sighed. I was used to this. I lifted my feathered hand to scratch the top of my head. My pretty arms were covered in a mixture of red, yellow, and white feathers to appear in wing-like structures. My hair, so pretty and long, brilliantly shined with its vibrant red color.
I had been walking around--to which many people thought was so awkward; why walk when you can fly? I looked up shyly, hoping that pretty blue would still be in sight. It was. That soothing light blue, that vibrant dark blue, and that relaxing lavender of his wings. He had the eyes of a hawk and peered down on me.
Why was he giving me such a look? He must be a new soul. I thought to myself. I was curious. "Are you a new soul?" I said, eyeing him warily. That caused him to burst out laughing. He looked down, then glanced up.
"Not really. It's funny that you would think that right away," he joked, but his eyes tightened, "If you appear the slightest bit upset or angry, people look at you like you're gonna claw their face off."
I swallowed, truly terrified. If he wasn't a newbie…then why was he upset? There was absolutely nothing that could possibly upset our kind! "Well…that's just how it is with our kind. We have to be extra careful. One slip-up and the seekers will come."
"Yeah. I know," he said with a sigh. "So what's your story? Why are you on your feet?" he said with a chuckle.
"On my feet?"
"Yeah. Why aren't you up there?" he said gesturing to the sky. The yellowish-orange sky full of flying pedestrians. Flashes of color came up here and there, variations of red, yellow, and orange. There were also some other colors like gray…or brown…Not that much varieties.
It was the pretty blue that drew me down here. That beautiful blue was so out of place I had to come down. Not that I was telling him.
"Too crowded," I whispered. "Why are you here? Not to be rude," I quickly tacked on.
He chuckled. "Sometimes, I just want to get away. So I chose to stretch out my legs instead of my arms and I just got in the habit."
"But don't you get tired!?" I asked him. More like shouted. But still, how could he willingly go out of his way to run and walk and appear so human-like!?
"Honestly, it's more tiring flying. And it's kinda calming in a way. When you're flying, you can't stop to look at the things down here," he said and jerked his head towards our surroundings.
I looked around in awe. I had never once stopped to look around--always in a hurry to get back into the air. But now I made myself look. The ground had always looked like some icky yellowish-greenish goo. But the ground was actually soft. And it was such a shiny yellow. The barks on the trees were a slightly darker yellow, while the leaves ranged in warm colors. There was a river nearby. We didn't have a necessity for it, but children often swam in there--trying to work out those arm muscles. There were these anemone-like things that were seen often. They shook as if they were alive and with their vivid red they appeared as fire.
I slouched down on the soft ground. Why had I never stopped to look at this? I thought to myself.
"Never seen this before, right?" he said with his eyebrows raised.
"It's beautiful," I whispered. In all my lives, people had told me this place was horrible, so all the while I was here…I never once stopped to look. Oh, how dead wrong they were.
"I guess…I wouldn't say that so casually, though…"he trailed off. I looked up and caught him staring at me. He quickly looked away.
"Why would you say that?" I said, cocking my head.
"…No reason." Then the strangest thing happened. His skin--a very faint light blue--suddenly turned…was that violet? The violet surprised me as much as the lavender of his wings had. It was centered around his cheeks. Was he suffocating or something!? But why would he be suffocating!?
"Um, are you okay!? You're looking all purple…" I said as I stood up with my arms in tight fists, ready to act on first notice.
"I'M JUST FINE!" he shouted, turning even more purple.
My spine straightened in shock. He noticed at once and apologized. "I'm sorry…I just, kinda lose it sometimes. You know how it's like…" he trailed off.
My eyebrows narrowed in sadness. "Yes…I do know how it's like."
We stood in awkward silence. "So, you never answered my question," he said out of the blue.
"Question?" Had he even asked me a question? I thought to myself.
"Yeah. What's your story?" he said as he sat down.
I sat down on my knees beside him. "My name's Silver Flames," I said, adding emphasis to the s. Better get it over with.
"Silver flames? Why the plural?" he asked. There was always a story to everyone's name. I hated mine.
"They represent the planets I've been on."
"And how many would that be?"
I hesitated. "…Seven.." I finally said.
"Seven lives!? Wow, why so much?"
I sighed. I looked towards the river. That shiny silver river. I sounded spacey when I answered. "I don't know. I just…never belonged."
"What do you mean, you've never belonged?" he asked. I turned to look at him. He stared at me with honest curiosity. It wasn't a prying look.
I looked towards the river again. "I've never had anyone I could talk to freely. It seemed like when I did…" I raised my empty hands, palm up, to face the sky. "…all my lines were rehearsed. They didn't seem to come from…the heart. Do you get what I'm trying to say?" I said, turning to look at him.
He was staring at my empty hands. He nodded with a soft smile, still not looking away from my hands. "I completely understand what you're saying…" he said.
His face. It looked gentle and kind for a second. His eyes were a shiny silver--just like the river. I realized he felt that way too. "You too?" I asked, just to make sure.
He nodded.
I looked away, thoughtful. "Hmm…now that I think about it, I don't know you're name."
"Oh," he said with a bright smile, "It's--"
I was brought back by a sudden ache in my stomach again. I sat up straight and was about to dash to the washing room. But it wasn't necessary.
I was instantly handed a yellow bucket. I didn't even look up to see who it was as I grabbed the bucket and threw up--violently. After taking away the bucket, I was then hit in the head by the same person. I rubbed my head and looked up to see my big sister with a worried/angry expression. "You idiot…" she whispered.
She threw her arms around me. I was so confused and she didn't really help to that fact. "If you were sick, you should've told us. And when you're sick, you're supposed to eat healthy--you're not supposed to starve yourself because you're afraid you'll vomit it back up!" she scolded, but I could tell there were tears in her eyes.
I gently patted he back--calming her. "I'm sorry, Mel. I didn't know you'd be so hurt--"
"Of course I would be hurt! I can understand why you hid it from Ian--with him always overreacting, it's no wonder--but why would you hide it from me?! Your own sister!?" she shrieked.
Her use of the word "sister" touched me. "I'm sorry, Mel," I repeated.
"We've been keeping you alive with IV's," she said with a sniff. I turned to look at the thing. Again, that nauseous feeling hit and I covered my mouth with my hand. Mel noticed and immediately gave me the bucket. She turned away as I vomited--yet again.
My head was spinning in circles. What was going on? Where was Ian? Why did I have feathers and why did I see silver and soothing? Soothing…That word brought something up, but I couldn't tell. It reminded me of how I couldn't unlock Melanie's memories. Soothing… I brought my hands to my temples. I twisted them into fists. Why couldn't I remember a dream I just had?! Soothing… Soothing what!?
A picture flew through my head. It was a river, radiating in silver light. Now I was seeing a river!
I groaned. Mel heard that. She raised her eyebrows.
"How much morphine did Ian give me?"
A/N: So how was it? Kinda weird? Tell me thoughtsies! (Is that a word? Nope. Pretty sure, it's not. I still like it!) I'm kinda shuffling my ideas, so my story might turn out bad. Or it might turn out good. Who knows how my brain works.Anyway, give me thoughtsies in review form! :D