OK, OK... I don't own JP or MR, but I now own Nudge...don't blame me for that bit. She challenged me to...i would tell you about it, but that's straying off topic and we don't want to do that.
We were eating. I was on to thirds when a taunting, sickly sweet voice interrupted the meal.
"Oh, Golden. It looks like you've found a family at last. Are you finally too good for your old Henrietta anymore? Well, I don't mind. More to kill!" Damnit. Shit shit shit. I look up to the source of the voice. It was her. I thought she'd died. I stared into her perfect face, eternally young and beautiful but terribly haggard at the same time...those hazel eyes identical to mine and claw like hands that had tortured me for the first six years of my life.
"Henrietta? What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, the adrenaline boiling angrily in my blood.
"Getting revenge. Remember when I let you out of the school? I helped you, and in return you ran away. You left me alone forever, to fend for myself. I figured you had it bad enough, but now I find you here. With a family. Happy. Happier than I've ever been, you worthless excuse for a bird-bitch sister," she sneered and lunged for me, followed by an army of erasers.
"Uh, Golden? What the hell is going on?" Iggy asked, part worriedly, part confused, and part angry.
"Personal vendetta! Just fight, please!" I screamed and threw my body into a roundhouse kick. This time, I got Henrietta and Max got the flanking attackers. Roundhouse, right hook, upper cut, left hook, jump kick...I pummeled her viciously, but she had gotten stronger since I'd left the school. She knocked me onto the ground, scratching my side with her cat claw. Even my super light and strong bird-kid bones got that one. I felt something scraping my side, but I couldn't feel any pain. Thank god for adrenaline.
I jumped back up, ready to get her back. She was cocky, knowing she had an advantage. Big mistake, babe. I unfurled my wings and launched myself up. Her thugs tried to grab me, but I darted out of their reach. Flying is a huge advantage in scenes like this.
"Before I get rid of you forever, I just want to tell you that you aren't my sister anymore, and you never will be. I'm sorry you had to turn bad and let me kick your skinny little ass," I seethed, barely keeping my cool. I swooped down on her right as she was clipped by a punch from Iggy. Thank you, blind boy, I thought. I owe ya one. As she fell unconscious, I grabbed her and picked her up, flying toward the Pacific ocean as fast as my wings could carry me. Even though my wings ached from the effort, I made it and upon finding a good rocky beach, dropped her.
Splash! Bye-bye, cat bitch.
I waited for a moment, wistfully letting go of the last remnant of my past. I sat down on the rocky cliff, feeling like an insignificant speck of dust on the giant rock.
"I suppose you owe me an explanation," Iggy said.