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Okay, so the person in this chapter may seem a bit OOC... and the chapter isn't my best, but it'll get better, once things start movin' along.
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Colors danced all around me. I reached out towards them with transparent hands. The colors skidded away, but continued to hover all around me. I looked around in wonder. They were everywhere. Bright pinks and blues and reds… every color you could imagine. They were the only things in sight.
I twirled among them, smiling and dancing with them. It seemed the colors radiated happy energy. It was like rainbow heaven.
Drip.
A drop on my head. I reached a pale hand up and pressed gently on the top of my head. Nothing was there. I continued to twirl and dance.
Drip.
It was heavier this time. I placed a hand on my head again. But this time, I felt something. I pulled my hand down in front of my face to see…
Blood.
I gasped and tripped over my own feet. Blood, in my hair… Looking up to the ceiling, I notice branches. A whole tree, covered in blood.
I screamed. It's not everyday you see a soaking-in-blood tree. The colors, reacting to my scream, trembled and skittered away.
Noticing movement in the trunk of it, I glanced over, and noticed a hole stretching wide open.
It coughed once and then said, in a deep voice, kind of like a teenage boy's, "Hey… Are you okay?" I gaped at it. "Hello? Wait, are you asleep?" The suddenly started to rumble. From my spot on the ground, I was bouncing up and down like popcorn. "Wake up, kid… Hey, come on, wake up… WAKE UP."
Icy wetness covered my body just then, and, startled, I jerked upwards. But only to lie back down again.
"Ow…" I muttered, starting to rub my leg. A sudden, rough hand quickly grabbed it though. I about jumped out of my skin. "What the-"
"Chill," a deep voice said. Kind of like the one from my dream. "It's trying to heal, and you messing with it will only make it infected."
I jerked away and looked this boy in the face. He didn't seem much older than me. His voice still seemed to be going through a bit of puberty. Everything on him was dark. Dark eyes, dark clothes, dark hair, which annoyingly fell in his face. He seemed sort of intimidating, and… Goth? I don't know, but he seemed kind of weird. And why was he out here in the middle of a forest? Were there others with him?
His onyx eyes roamed over my body, taking in each messy detail. I probably looked like a pile of crap right now. Well, I did just escape out of an insane lab place that experimented on poor, innocent children.
I noticed that there was a dark piece of fabric wrapped around my pale thigh. It throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I frowned; it hurt a lot.
"So," the dark boy said. I jumped, startled, and stared up at him. "Sorry," he muttered. "What's your name?"
Trying to stand up I asked, "Who the hell's asking?" I tried to narrow my eyes and look tough, but it was kind of hard when there was an open wound on your leg.
His dark eyebrows scrunched together, and he actually looked angry for a minute. "Sit down," he instructed. I mumbled some cuss words under my breath and fell back on the ground. My leg was useless now.
But what if he just wanted me to sit down so he could kill me? He didn't seem like the type to do that… but you can never be too sure. So I kept an eye on him as he walked around the campsite.
"Can you please tell me who you are now? I just saved your life, so I think I deserve some information. I don't need any insane scumbags with tracking devices following me around." He started a fire with some twigs and a match and then stared at me harshly.
I twirled my finger in the dirt and stared up at the setting sun.
"Even though I don't trust you at all, I'll tell you this—My name is Freydis. I'm fifteen years old, and Lady Gaga is my idol. Okay?" I glanced at him. He was smiling, sort of. Like, only half of his mouth was up and showing his pearly white teeth.
The boy placed a pot of something onto the fire. "Alright," he said. "That's good." He paused and stirred the ingredients in the pot. "Oh yeah… I couldn't help but notice your wings." When I started to flush and tuck them into my back as much as possible, he said, "I have them too." And then, a beautiful pair of ebony wings shot out from his back, stretching far out to the sides. They were huge.
"Crap."
His eyes gleamed, a smirk on his face, and he yanked them back in. Then he reached a hand out to me. "Fang," he said.
I hesitated for a second, and then firmly shook his rough, callused hand. "Cool name."
Fang gave me a look and then looked down at the food over the fire. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't really joking about his name. It was cool. Unusual, but cool.
While we ate dinner, Fang told me about his past life. I assumed he trusted me enough, because he was telling me a lot. So basically, he started off as just another experiment in a cage (like me!). This guy, Jeb, helped Fang and his five other friends escape, off to a nice house where they could relax and play and do pretty much anything, all the time. But then one day, Jeb disappeared, so the eldest, Max, took charge. Surprisingly, Max is actually a girl. So then they get attacked, and then they have to live on the run, and all these crazy events happen. Then this new kid Dylan shows up, and basically tells Fang to leave. So, he did. And now here he is.
"Wow," I said. "You've been through a lot."
He nodded. I looked down, not sure what else to say. I wasn't really a very talkative person. And apparently, he wasn't either. Except for those ten minutes he explained his whole life story to me.
After a moment of silence, Fang said, "I think we should rest now. I want to hit the road in the morning." I nodded, and we both picked a spot in a tree, me above him.
It was then, as I stared down at him from my branch, that I noticed—he was kind of cute.