Unknown amount of hours have past. Still night.
Feliciano had fallen asleep after he was forced inside a cage again. He used to be a very heavy sleeper, but not so much anymore. He awoke instantly when the cage was picked up. He stayed as still as possible, trying to look like he was still asleep.
"Did you hear how much this kid was bought for?" a voice asked. It had a slight boston accent.
"A couple grand right?" another voice asked. Texas accent? Interesting mix of people.
"Not just a couple. Somewhere in the fifties."
"Grand? You're kidding. Usually they sell in the teens."
"Nope. Same guy bought the matching broad."
There was a silence and Feliciano decided to open his eyes. Just a little bit. Just enough to see the blur of greys and blacks turn into white and blue. He could feel his arms grow little goose bumps as the cold hit him. It must be winter out here.
"Is it safe?" a voice asked. Feliciano tried to put the voice to a face in his mind. It had to be one of the people poking him earlier. But he couldn't figure it out. It had to be one of them. Not that women from earlier, this voice was male.
"Yeah it's safe," the texas voice said.
"Good," the voice said again. The man's voice spoke in an unknown language. No. It was known. That was German. But how did Feliciano know that? He spoke Italian and English. Not German. But he knew with his heart and soul that, this language was German.
Feliciano's cage jolted forward quickly. His eyes flashed open and his arms spread out to keep himself upright. His face was looking forward and he saw what looked like the inside of a van. Another cage was already inside with a girl inside.
Her face was covered in tears. Her eyes red, from crying and at the same time they looked like amber stones. Feliciano was caught in the gaze of those eyes as he was flung into the van.
Feliciano let out a short shout as he hit one side of the van. The door closed with a loud thunk.
That shout was echoed with more yelling in German.
Feliciano rubbed the back of his head as he sat up. His eyes were still on the girl who sat in the cage next to him. She was looking down at her toes with an intensity Feliciano couldn't understand. They were just toes weren't they?
His eyes worked their way over the rest of her body. Her hair was as dark as coal with a few highlights in her hair. The highlights were red, like... like... raspberry macarons. It was the color of red apples about to go bad. The color of a fire about to go out on a dark night. The color of an old robin's breast. Feliciano couldn't call it anything other than red.
"Are you ok?" he asked the girl softly.
"We're about to be raped, beaten and probably starved," she said still looking at her pink toes. "Do you really think I'm ok?"
"No," Feliciano said. "No you're not ok. Neither am I. But I still wish I was ok."
"I wish a lot of things," she said looking back at him. Both of their eyes met and she frowned. "Little angel boy."
"Little demon girl," Feliciano replied looking pointedly at her black wings. They matched her hair color down to the little curl popping out of the top of her head.
"That must be why he bought us both," she said. "Maybe he's going to make us have sex and then sell off the porn tapes."
Feliciano cringed. "Sorry lady but you're not my type."
"What? You like big boobs?" she asked motioning to her tiny boobs. Feliciano hadn't even noticed that they were both still naked. The moment she noticed his gaze down she quickly folded her wings around herself trying to cover up. They were large enough to fully cover herself but not that much larger. Her frame was small though so maybe that's why it was possible.
"Actually I'm gay," Feliciano said with a shrug as he leaned against the back wall of the cage. He didn't care to cover himself up yet.
Her eyes widened as she said, "Oh. Sorry."
"It's fine," Feliciano said. He looked down and asked, "You're not a homophobe are you?"
She shook her head and said, "No. My... brother was gay. I think he was my brother. It's been so long I forget my family sometimes."
Feliciano nodded. "I forgot my name," he whispered. "I didn't even realize it for the longest time. I answered to 'angel' for so long I had forgotten. But... I remembered it earlier."
The girl nodded. "It's my prayer at night," he said softly. "That I not forget who I used to be. It's slipping. Bit by bit it's starting to slip. Ii can't remember the color of my home. My brother's name. I remember I lived with my father but I think he left or died. Now I live with- lived with grandma. She's probably dead now."
"Grandpa," Feliciano said softly. "I lived with my grandpa and brother. His name was... Roma and Lovino. Lovino was dating someone I think. I had a theory but I can't remember it now. I hope they're both doing well together."
"Your brother and grandpa? Or your brother and his girlfriend?"
"Both," Feliciano said looking down. The car door opened and a driver stepped inside. The girl didn't seem to be bothered by the sudden entrance but Feliciano folded his wings around him. He wanted to run and hide from this strange person. But that wasn't who he had to be now. He closed his mouth, determined not to speak to the stranger. If that meant he would never speak again he would do that.
The girl looked at the front and asked with a determination that had only appeared thanks to her conversation with Feliciano. "What next?" she asked, her voice small but her face angry.
"What do you mean 'what next'?" the man in the front asked.
"Where are we going? What are we going to be doing? How long before you have us tied up and put in a circus?"
"To answer you questions," the man at the front said, "We are going to my home. You will be staff in my home, not to be put on display. I didn't buy you to be my slave, rather an employee. You however won't be receiving a salary and until I can trust you, you won't be leaving the premises. My home will be yours until further notice."
Feliciano shook his head, not believing the other man for a second.
The girl however seemed to sense some form of release. She was relieved at the other man's lies. Did she honestly believe that he was going to do everything that he promised? There was no way this man could be so kind.
The man did not speak again for the duration of the car ride. Neither did any of the hybrids. Feliciano out of stubbornness and the girl out of her fascination with her toes. Something that Feliciano should ask about later.
The man pulled over and turned off the car. He sat there for a minute of silence before saying, "Behave yourselves. I need to change cars and possibly find you two a set of clothes." He opened the door and closed it with a loud thunk.
Feliciano looked at the girl and said, "What is your name?"
"Felicia Alice Verme," she said. "You told me that you almost forgot your name. Was is it?"
"Feliciano," the boy said. "That is all I can remember at the moment. Interesting that they are so similar though."
Felicia paused before nodding. "Do you have a shortened version of your name? Or were you always called Feliciano?"
"Feli I think," he said. He didn't feel like mentioning that he only remembered his name because of the man from before.
Felicia nodded and twiddled her fingers for a few minutes before turning her attention back to her toes. She wiggled them a little as she starred with such intensity.
"Why are you always looking at your toes?" Feliciano asked finally.
The girl paused in confusion to look up at Feliciano with a stunned face. She looked down at her toes again and only stared. Feliciano thought she hadn't heard him and was about to ask again when she answered.
"I used to model," she said. "Not like fashion but I would take pictures of myself of my friends and I would sculpt them out of clay or plastics. Sometimes I would use metal. But since I can't do that anymore I sculpt with my mind. I find it to be the best way to spend my time you know."
Feliciano nodded and looked down at his own toes. He tried to remember what he used to do. It was difficult but when he closed his eyes he could still hear the sound of paint brushing up against the canvas. "I painted," he said softly.
Those were the last few words that were spoken inside the car, waiting for the return of their captors.
I really wasn't expected such a bit response. Thank you. All of you. Not sure when I'll update again but each chapter is based on small events that happen.