The Trouble With Stacey - Chapter 9
My shoulders ached from where the ammo clip rested around me like a beauty pageant sash. I watched Logan get out of the car and saunter toward Mary Anne. Her back was toward us and from this angle we could see the knife glint in the moonlight. I held my breath.
Logan did deserve to die I reasoned. He cheated on Mary Anne with Dr. Johansson, and while attempting a bootycall had witnessed a manslaughter and so decided to blackmail me! What a jerk!
I didn't feel in the least bit bad. Well maybe a little. Perhaps we shouldn't have involved Mallory, with that hastily made-up Dr. Phil story. I turned to her.
'I'm sorry Mal.' I offered. She just smiled at me and readied her gun, not understanding the meaning of my words.
My shoulders were in agony now. My arms tingled in anticipation. Or was it something else?
'I heard my T-Shirt rip suddenly as the agony gave way to relief. I sensed what was happening. Wings were literally unfolding from my back in a feeling close to ecstasy.
My wingspan was massive, these things were pretty rad. It was a mental relief even more than physical relief. I could fly. I didn't have to kill Logan, I didn't have to go to prison or even fuck Wes anymore. All I had to do was fly.
'Nice wings Stacey' Mallory shouted over the sound of me beating my beautiful black feathers.
'Cheers Mal' I cried, tears streaming down my face.
I fired my AK-47 into the night sky.
Flying over Logan and Mary Anne I heard the words that made me happiest of all.
'Nice work Stace, you look real sophisticated.'
And so I did.
THE END