Chapter 5 Wings of Freedom
I phased through the wall of the motel and collapsed, changing back into human. "I took…to much energy…" Breathing in through my nose and out of my mouth, I stood in an empty room with the fan running in the bathroom. 'Am I in the wrong room…?' Before I had the chance to pursuer that thought, I was knocked to the ground.
"Big Brother!" Sammy cried and buried her in my stomach. "There's a scwary thin' in tha white woom! It keeps gwolin' at me!"
"There is a scary thing in the white room and it keeps growling at you?" I translated and she nodded fearfully. I stood and, with Sammy clinging to the back of my sweatshirt, opened the door to the bathroom. The roar of the fan echoed in our ears, causing Sammy to flinch, so I turned it off. The noise stopped and she peaked out from behind me.
"It stop gwoling." She said, confused. "Does it wike you?"
"No, Sammy." I ruffled her hair at her antics. "There's nothing in the bathroom; the growling noise came from the fan, which gets hot air out of the room. You turn it on like this." I flicked a switch and the fan roared to life before I turned it off again. Sammy looked at the switch I used and started to turn it on and off, giggling all the while.
"Alright, shorty. It's time for you to take a bath." I guided her to the part of the bathroom that was cut off by a sliding door and opened it. Reaching inside the shower, I turned it on and grabbed the soap to show Sammy. "Ok, Sammy. When I leave, take of your clothes and get in the shower. Wash of all the dirty stuff on you with this." I gave her the soap. "This is soap. It will get all bubbly, so make sure it doesn't get in your eyes. Dry off with a towel when you're done and I'll get you some new clothes."
"Kay!" Sammy started to take of her shirt, so I closed the door on her. Sitting down on the closed toilet, I began to take out various stolen items. I cut off all the tags for the clothes using one of my throwing knifes. After giving it a moment of thought, I began to cut a hole in Sammy's shorts for her tail. Soon, the shower cut off, and I handed her a pair of shorts and a tank top through the door.
When Sammy exited, she was dressed in black shorts and a purple top, with her black hair slightly less tangled. "All betta." She announced as her ears flickered about, trying to get the water out.
"Now, I think it's time for bed." I smirked at her crestfallen expression.
"But Imma not—" A yawn. "Sweepy!"
"Will you go to bed…for a story?" I smirked as I picked her up. Throwing back the covers, I placed her in the bed.
"Nooooooo!" Sammy giggled and squirmed around, trying to keep the covers off.
"Will you go to bed…for a lullaby?" I managed to get the covers over her, as she settled down and looked at me curiously.
"What's a lully-bye?" She asked, ears flickering.
"A lullaby is a song people sing to make others fall asleep. My…mom…taught me one. She'd sing it to get rid of nightmares." I nearly tripped over the word 'mom'. It's been too long since I thought of my birth mother as my actual 'mom'. I suppose I should now, considering that I am going by the name Grayson in hope of throwing Vlad off.
"M'kay." Sammy lay on her side, looking up at me, with her tail peeking out behind her. "If Danny's mama sang it, it mus be pwetty." I gave her a small smile.
Well friend! Now here is your victory.
This is our first Gloria.
Oh, my friend! Let's celebrate!
This victory for the next fight!
I won't let anyone say
"They died in vain."
I nearly chocked as I thought of both my families, Grayson and Fenton, dying in front of me. A small tear left my eye.
Not until I become
The last arrow in the battle
The enemy is gruesome…We'll bring it on…
And colossal we will attack them
My voice swelled with emotion as I thought of my past enemies. If one tried to find me, they certainly wouldn't be allowed to roam very long.
Fight in the name of Gloria
Singing our victory
With the wings of Freedom
On our backs
With determination in our hearts
We sever this folly
And fly in the name of
Our fallen brothers.
We dance in the sky!
Upon the wings of Freedom!
I smiled wistfully as I thought back to the first time I saw my brother preform acrobatics. Everyone was amazed at his natural talent. Mom had even remarked, "My God! He's as free as a bird! A robin!"
Don't birds break through their egg shells?
So that they can fly?
Not crawl upon the ground
Like pathetic humans?
Thinking back, I realized that I never got a chance to learn acrobatics from my family, to fly like Dick. The only way I learned to fly was when I died and was turned into a haft ghost. Did that make me a crow?
What is the reason you possess
These wings, my little bird?
'I've become pretty good at acrobatics with Catwoman.' I mussed as I watched Sammy struggle to keep her eyes open. 'Maybe I'll teach Sammy.'
So you can break out
The birdcage of the sky!
Freedom
And Death
The two are siblings.
Freedom
Or death.
Our friend is one of them!
What is the reason
That we are born?
I don't know the answer
To such a complicated question.
Even if our birth
Was a great mistake
I do know the reason
That we are alive!
To live...the freedom
Resulting...from our…
Undeniable existence!
The wings of Freedom!
The hidden truth will be the charging arrow.
It will pierce the sealed inner layer of darkness,
As well as the Titans lurking in the light!
With our beliefs crumbling away
Even though we feel lost
Let's nerveless march to freedom!
The left?
Or the right?
Which is the right one?
The friend?
Or enemy?
Which one are you?
Fight in the name of Gloria
Singing our victory
With the wings of Freedom
On our backs
With determination in our hearts
We sever this folly
And fly in the name of
Our fallen brothers.
We dance in the sky!
Upon the wings of Freedom!
I smiled slightly as Sammy's light breathing signaled that she was asleep. A sudden tiredness taking over, I fell asleep right there.
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