Fallen Angel

Song: I don't quite know...

Iggy

I set the bomb down, readying it. Gazzy grinned up at me.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." he laughed. True, the kid had a point. This stink bomb would be remembered for generations to come at Lawrence Regional High School.

I was about to start the sequence when a girl walked up, hands on her hips. I dropped my screwdriver.

Uh oh.

Lylac (yes, her name is spelled like that. :))

The boy looked to be setting some sort of timer. His eyes were a pastel, milky blue and his long blond hair fell over his eyes in length. Come to think of it, he was pretty cute.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked, bouncing onto my knees. I hoped I looked okay in my overlong baggy white shirt and purple tight tank-top with black leggings. Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous. He slinked in front of whatever he was working on.

"Uh…. Nothing…"

"C'mon, you can tell me!" I insisted. He shrugged.

"A stink bomb."

"What? Really? Beast…." I said, impressed. He had an accomplice, a young-looking blonde kid that was staring at us as if we were crazy.

"So what's your name?" asked the boy.

"Lylac. L-y-l-a-c." I spelled. He nodded.

"I'm Iggy, and this is Gazzy." He said. But then he did something unexpected.

He ran a hand through my hair, and he smiled.

"Don't worry; I can't see your face. Though I wish I could. I'm blind."

"Really?" I asked. The little kid behind him nodded sincerely.

"Well, I'll let you in on something else; I guess that I owe you. I'm not busy tomorrow night."

My heart was beating so hard that I thought he could feel it. He smiled a bit.

"See you then. Meet me here, Lylac." He said, walking off.

And I had about three seconds before the bomb went off, but I didn't notice in time.

I could see his laughing face as his friend told him of my predicament.

But it didn't matter.

6 months later…

Iggy

We were sitting on the couch, watching something on TV, when I had a thought.

"What color are your eyes?" I asked Lylac. I felt her look up at me.

"Brown. Like half of the population. Special, right?" she inquired sarcastically. I knitted my brows and held her chin towards my eyes.

"Yes. Very."

She laughed.

"Right."

She hopped up from the seat and walked over to the piano. I could tell by the sound that she was fingering the keys nervously. She began to play, a slow, sweet song. On top of that, she began singing. I didn't know that she could sing, but it was enchanting. In a weird way, I felt like I knew part of her that she didn't even know about herself. I picked up on a certain vibration coming from her, so I wanted to try something. I got up and helped her up.

"Let me try something."

She nodded, stepping out of the way.

"Turn around." I commanded gently. She did as told. I struck a random key.

"What did I just play?"

"C, right?"

I felt the keys on the side of what I played. It was correct. We did these several times, and she always got them right without looking. Most people couldn't find it.

"Lylac, what hospital did you go to when you were born?"

It may've seemed like a weird question, but I knew of several hospitals where the School had secret doctors.

"St. Polly's."

My body went rigid. That's where the School was reforming.

"Lylac, I have to show you something." I unfurled my wings. She gasped. Then she ran a hand along the tops of them, making goosebumps appear on my arms.

"You're not freaked?" I asked, grabbing her hand. Instantly, I could make out her expression. A smile.

"No, I was experimented on. I found out when I could play piano better than any other student when I took lessons."

"I'm a mutant, too." I whispered. She tapped my nose.

"I knew that, actually. My real name is Melody."

(Team Max has 2 votes, 0 for poor Lissa! L)

(And also, a sequel on this?)