Chapter 4: .....
He couldn't believe it, a guard would kick a child into her death just like that? Abigail is gone? Dead? Why?
"AARRGGHHH!!!" Arteus cried out and lunged at the guard who kicked her.. he knows he can't win but he'll take something precious from him as well.
"MY EYEEE!!!"
And with Arteus attack an ear piercing scream came from the guard as he stumbled back while clutching his left eye..
But he have a bad feeling about it..And with a wide eye, he looked towards the boy..Art.. and saw him smiling and opened his palm and dropped a squished eyeball on the ground.
And before he could even do anything. The boy.... jumped into to the abyss...to his own death.
The entire exchange happened in only a couple of seconds not giving the guards time to react.
"RAAAAAGHHH!!" the man screamed in fury and in agony, the pain are starting to radiate in his left eye sockets.
His voice echoing through the darkness and down to void.
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The air is screaming in his ears, it was hard to open his eyes due to the strong gust of wind. He looked around as he plummeted down. If he's gonna die he at least wants to die with Abigail.
Everywhere he looks there's only darkness, but that's fine he grew up in this environment all of the people in the slums have a small degree of night vision.
And although it's faint he can see a small silhouette spinning around in air. And a cries of desperation is being carried by the wind.
'Abigail!' he dived forward and with a forceful impact she tackled her mid air.. he screams stops.
"ART?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WH-YO- DAMN YOU!! YOU JUST ENDED YOUR LIFE! YOU COULD HAVE LET THEM TAKE YOU! AT LEA-" her screams are hardly passing through the thunderous sound of the wind in their ears.. when he suddenly placed a finger in her lips
"It's ok" he said smiling, his eyes tearing up. Although she didn't hear what he said she realized it by looking at his lips. And she too began tearing up and hugged him. Her face hidden in his chest as she cry.
He might have locked like he have accepted it.. but inside.. he's screaming and desperately looking around and thinking of a way to survive even if its just a slight chance..
'FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!! WE'RE GONNA DIE.. I NEED SOMETHING!! ANYTHING!!' He screamed in his mind, his embrace getting tighter..
Looking down he started seeing the faint light coming from the lamps in the slums..
The the ground is approaching..
But he knows there's nothing he could do.. feeling helpless hes shut his eyes as he hugs Abigail with his body. If only he could fly like the birds.. if only he could soar the sky.. if only!!
Suddenly they felt a suddenly powerful shake as they almost got separated. They quickly hold on to each other and looked around in shock.
'whats happening?..our fall...it...it slowed down?' he looked at them and the ground.. the air around them became a calming continuous gust of air.. not the violent blows from earlier..
And something's weird.. its like something or someone is holding on the back of his clothes.
'Did an awakened saw us and helped?'
"Heuh?"
Turning his head. He let out a strange noise.. somewhere along the line of surprise, shock, fear and disbelief.
Behind him is no one.. no awakened or some strange device.. behind him is a feathery, white, beautiful, powerful and wide pair of.....
Wings?
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They are descending..but not slow enough to be considered safe.. they could survive this fall but they're definitely suffer a few injuries..
'But thats besides the point... WHAT THE FUCK IS ON MY BACK?!?!?'
'Wings?!? Coming out of me?? How?!??'
Strange idea began forming in his mind... His mysterious father..and....a bird?....THE FUCK?? He tried to reasoned with what he was seeing. When a voice suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts.
"uh.. Art?..whats happening? We... we slowed down suddenly" Abigail spoke..her face is being obstructed by his body because she's still desperately clinging on him her face tightly pressed on his chest.
"I...uh...i..its hard to explain... I..." Arteus gave up explaining and just went quiet.. he would occasionally look back to the wings on his back... HIS wings.. which is spread out on both his side behind him. Making it act like a parachute and slowing their descend.
And then down to the incoming ground. He once again remember that they are still descending quite fast.. and so.. looking at his back he tried and mimic what a bird would do.. and.. folded HIS wings and without missing a beat he raised it and waved it down and spread it.
He felt himself raising a bit when he flapped and slowly began descending again.. this time much slower. The sound when he flapped it was loud.. that even Abigail heard it despite the noise of the wind.
"Art... What was that? I.. I heard something like a flap of a wing... Is a big bird holding us?a dragon?..are we gonna get eaten? Are we fucked??" Abigail who was still in shocked from getting kicked into a cliff was panicking before Arteus placed a hand on the back of her head to calm her.
"N-no..its ok...uh.. It's just....hmm... Just my wings" he spoke.. awkwardly...
"Ohh..i thought something crazy was happening" she replied and sigh before pressing her face back in his chest.
"...???.....wait what?"
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A few moments later they're standing in the ground.. Abigail's knees was still shaking from the ordeal she went through.. while both of her hand is on her mouth as she tries her best not to overreact to what's she's currently seeing.
In front of her is Arteus.. but behind him is a majestic white wings that spread out on both side it was just a guess but the wingspans around 7 feet from his back to the very tip.. it was beautiful.. and unnaturally natural.. he looked like some kind of devine being.
'I'm not gonna overreact.. I'm not gonna.....'
*Thud*
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"Well...at least she didn't start screaming bloody murder at me" he sighed.. unlike her he kind accepted it already.. I mean.. It's directly connected to him.. he could feel it.. he could feel the wind that hits it.. he could feel the feathers, the muscles, and all of it.. he knows it's true..
"Hmm..now.. what should we do with this?"
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Chapter 4: White Wings