Chapter 31: New Sight

Iggy's P.O.V.

I immediately distanced myself from the new voice in front of me, keeping tabs of where Melody and Angel were by their muffled cries. The unfamiliar voice shot out a pixie laugh and I let out a tense breath.

"Angel. Are you okay?" I thought, hoping with all my might that these new enemies didn't harm them.

"Yeah, we're okay. But I can't do anything; they aren't listening to what I say in their heads." Angel replied, and even her thoughts sounded panicky and scared. Not that I can blame her.

"Sorry to startle you, but we need to take these two shorties away for a while," declared the voice, sounding very much like a human girl. The only problem was that human girls shouldn't be flying.

"Who are you calling short you pint sized twerp!" came Melody's angry chime before her voice was silenced once again.

"How many are there, Angel?" I asked as several plans rushed through my head.

"Only three. Two of them are holding us, so you only have to fight one," was her response.

I raised an eyebrow. Only one? What, are they taking it easy on me? I considered that as an insult.

"Where are you taking them?" I demanded. The girl scoffed.

"Not that it's any of your business, but we're taking them to 'Prince Jake', " said the girl.

"Prince?" I inquired, my eyebrow rising at the tone of distaste that she placed on his name.

"Self proclaimed," came the voice from in front of me.

"To be truthful, he's completely off his rocker!" the same voice added, but this time from the left of me, where Angel was.

"Picked him up from the nuthouse," said the voice again coming from where Melody was.

"He only has so much power because he's wealthy and contributes a lot to our little...projects...," finished the voice that returned back in front of me. I clenched my teeth. Even though Angel had said that there were only three people here, it was hard to believe that there wasn't just one person going from one place to another at a really fast rate. I heard a small giggle. "Oh, you look pretty confused," said the girl.

"Angel, I could use a little help here. Any hints on her weakness?" I questioned, but I received nothing but silence.

"We are Siamese if you please…" whispered the girl in my ear.

"Shit. I didn't even hear her move!" I frantically thought as I spun around and threw a round house kick, aiming for her head, or somewhere crucial. But instead of landing a successful hit like I usually did against any other enemy, my foot only swiped through air.

"Huh. You're pretty fast for a blind boy. But still not quite fast enough to catch me!" mocked the girl, who shot off another innocent pixie laugh. The other two laughed in the exact same way, obviously enjoying the show. I rolled my eyes. I had heard somewhere that Siamese twins were known to be devious, but Siamese triplets...they were in a whole other league.

Why isn't Angel saying anything?! I thought in a frustrated tone.

"Oh, your blond friend? Don't worry about her. She's knocked out with sleeping gas," replied the pixie laughing enemy in front of me.

What, is she a mind reader, too?

"No, I'm not," came the reply. I glared at her.

Then how the hell does she know what I'm thinking?!

Another giggle. "Because it's written all over your face."

"Don't fuck with me," I growled intensely before I shot in her direction, ready to deliver a punch. I expected her to move away like she did with my kick, hoping that this time she would make some kind of sound when she dodged. But this time, she did the exact opposite. I felt my fist ram right into the palm of her hand before her fingers caged it with a tight grip. I let out a sudden gasp; not just because of the unusual amount of strength but something else happened.

Something amazing. Something that I would have pinched myself for if I wasn't preoccupied with this fight.

I could actually see who I was fighting against. And not just the inside of her body like I could do before. I could actually see her standing in front of me amidst the rest of the pitch black that covered my vision.

She came out like a 3D black and white character, almost like one of those old western movies that I heard they used to show. Even the clothes that she was wearing, which was a simple assassin's costume - face mask and all - turned out to be a tinted gray. I now saw that she too had wings; small, sleek ones that seemed to reflect the sunlight.

Melody was right; this girl is shorter than her, I mused.

I took in all of this in the mere seconds before the girl released her grip on my hand and kicked me on the side of my stomach with one swift movement. All too soon, I was once again cast off into nothing but darkness and I listened to the whistle of the wind before I stopped myself from going backward any further.

That was some kick... I thought as I clutched my left side, already feeling the beginnings of a bruise starting to make itself known. I'm going to be feeling that tomorrow morning.

That laugh again fluttered into my ears. "This is so much fun! You are pretty amusing," she exclaimed. I was being mocked; she wasn't even trying. But instead of getting more frustrated, I suddenly began laughing. It even surprised me, because I couldn't stop. The Flock would have thought that I had lost my mind if they saw me now.

"The only thing that's 'amusing' is you. For someone who wears an assassin costume, you sure do talk a lot. Shouldn't assassins be swift and finish their job quietly?" I asked sarcastically.

"So you can see us?" asked the girl, her playful tone now taking something close to curiosity.

"Not really," I replied, a small smirk creeping on my face. "You've had all of these chances to get rid of me and you didn't take it. Well, now you're going to regret messing with me," I said, cracking my knuckles. She had been using her advantages against me for way too long; it was time for me to turn the tables around…Iggy style.

"Hahaha, sounds like fun!" she proclaimed.

"Hey. Enough playing around. We have to get these two back before the sleeping gas wears off," said one of the Siamese triplets from the sidelines.

They still didn't take me seriously. So rude.

I bolted toward the girl as she made her reply.

"Aw, really? Well, that's too bad," she said, truly sounding disappointed.

Countdown before I pummel this annoying little girl in the face…3…2…1…

"Sorry, blind dude. Fun's over," she said, her voice becoming malicious. I paused for just a short second, but it was long enough to hear the sound of metal being taken out from somewhere, the click of something being locked in, and the swift movement of a finger pulling a trigger…

Before my mind could even tell my overworked muscles to do some awesome move out of the Matrix, a sharp pain went right through the bruised side of my stomach and even went through the edge of my left wing. The wind began to pass by me yet again at a fast rate. For the first few seconds, I could think about nothing else but the almost unbearable pain. What kind of bullet from a gun could make me hurt so much?!

I felt myself ram into something thick in those short amount of agonizing seconds. My head ricocheted from the abrupt stop and my back lurched forward painfully. The taste of iron immediately filled my mouth and I spit out the warm liquid with distaste.

I felt like crap. Worse than crap. Like being backhanded by Godzilla.

My heavy pants weren't making me feel any better. The pain in my pinned wings didn't even register in my mind compared with the wound in my side.

If that wasn't considered cheating, I don't know what is. Stupid advantages, I thought sourly asI touched my now sopping wet side gently to observe the damage that the bullet had left. However, I was surprised when the gift of sight had reappeared to me, the same thing that had happened with the girl. I sat very still, trying not to cause any more intense pain, as my hand rested on my side.

Well, I felt the wetness, but I forced myself to look down as I felt something protruding from my wound.

Something warm, long, and slim.

I looked down slowly and the painful sharp intake of breath caught in my throat, along with another dose of blood. The thing that had made my blood come out from my side was not caused by a bullet on steroids, but a harpoon that also seemed to reflect the sunlight that landed on it, just as the girl's wings had. I ran my hand the length of the rod until it became cold and I could no longer see.

So I can only see things if it's warm…so convenient.

I tried to hold the harpoon in my trembling hands while forcing myself up from wherever I was, but it was no use. I coughed up even more blood as I settled back down and dealt with the fresh pain.

Since I couldn't really turn my head to look behind me without turning my body, I used my left hand to blindly search for the rest of the rod for me, my hands sliding against my still warm blood. My hand made contact with something rough…wood…tree bark…tree. My wings were hurting, my side was anything but fine, and I was stuck sitting here because part of the harpoon that was in my side was also lodged inside the tree.

Well isn't that just lovely.

Shit…I will not just sit here and play the waiting game, I thought, forcing myself to pull my body off of the rod…centimeter by agonizing centimeter. Before I could get too far, I heard the sound of feet crunching on the ground nearby. I couldn't say anything; I was trying hard not to scream out in pain, but that was made into an utter fail of a goal when the feet that I heard stopped in front of me. Someone grabbed the harpoon in their hands, placed one of their feet on my shoulder and easily pulled the harpoon out of both the tree trunk and my body as if they were doing nothing but picking a simple flower out of a bouquet.

The scream that came sounded so foreign to my ears in the still air; I only knew that it belonged to me because the pain that came with it was inescapable.

On a scale of 1 to 10 with 11 being the torture at the School, this would rank about a 6½.

My hands instinctively went over the now gaping wound, and not only could I feel but I could now see my gray blood rushing through my fingers through blurry eyes. The pixie laugh sounded distant, almost like hearing it from the end of a very long tunnel.

"You don't look so good," giggled the girl in front of me. I spit out some more blood that had gurgled into my mouth.

"Fuck you," I muttered, sounding weak.

"Well, aren't we the spirited one," she said and I could imagine her smiling largely. "In case you were wondering, you won't die. Although I could have killed you at any time, I made sure not to hit a vital spot because I like you. You're pretty fun to play with."

I didn't respond; I was too busy fighting off drowsiness.

"Your friends should be out and about pretty soon; when they find you, be sure to tell them what happened. I don't want 'The Prince' to be disappointed when you guys don't show up."

My eyes were beginning to flutter.

"Oh, and one more thing before I go." she said, sounding closer than she did before; maybe right by my ear. "Madness is contagious," she whispered before I heard the sound of some twigs cracking under her feet as she backed away from me.

What? What are you talking about? What does that mean?

The questions were in my brain were poised on my bloodied lips, but all that came out were choked exhales of breath as my eyes finally lost to the drowsiness and my body fell to the soaked ground.

"Bye! I'll see you very soon so that we can play again!" she said innocently before I felt the swift breeze of her wings on my face.

Angel…Melody…I'm really sorry…but I swear we will get you back…

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