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I must have seemed like a frightened child to Blake. I stopped where I was, looking at her. I was awkwardly not angry with her. I wasn't exactly exited to see her either. She was the one who got me put here in the first place. She seemed to be so innocent though. She must have wanted a new start, otherwise, she wouldn't have changed her name. If anything, that's what I'd want, so I wasn't going to take it from her. She deserved that much. Of course I could hate her all I wanted, but I couldn't bare to take her new life from her. I simply smiled at her and continued to comfort her, taking more care of her, knowing now that she was my sister.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
I felt a hand on my back and turned. Standing there was Ellie. I could see by the look on her face that she recognized me. She knew. And... she smiled. That was the one thing I hadn't expected, and I couldn't handle it.
I got up quickly, tucked in my wings, and ran. I ran as fast as I could. I forgot all about my hurt leg; my emotional pain was in the center of my mind. It wasn't senses numbing pain, it was electrifying pain. It hurt. And I ran to get away from it.
I didn't know how far I ran. I barely noticed when I got to the beach, and kept running still. It was dark before I collapsed, unable to go on. Heaving, I pulled myself under a tree.
The wolves, I thought. The wolves are going to get me. Or the humans. They're going to kill me, or they are going to torture me. Both are too merciful.
I deserved that, and so much more. In fact, that was the easy way out.
I wouldn't--couldn't--face everybody. Even if Ellie didn't tell them--and she had every reason to want to--I couldn't face even her. Memories are the one kind of pain I have low tolerance for.
And if she told them, then they'd all hate me. Everything I had become--tough, the one who fights no matter how hard everything is--it will all be destroyed. They'll only see me as weak, cruel, and someone to be despised. I gave up my own sister in a vain hope that they might spare me.
I cried and cried. The very moment before I drifted to sleep, I half prayed that the wolves would murder me--anything to escape the pain and shame.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
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Michel
I started to walk. I had trained more sence the wolves came then I ever had thought to before. I hadn’t really thought I would need all those skills Blake or Blaise had. Now I knew better. I listened to my music intent on it. Then I turned it off. There was Blake. She was lying on the ground curled into a tight ball, and she looked asleep. I approached and knelt down beside her.
Her face was covered in streaks. Leaves stuck in her hair, and her arms were covered in scratches. I placed a hand on her shoulder.
I expected her to be afraid of me, but running was the last thing on my mind for her to do. I flied in the general direction she had ran. I didn't find anything but the fact that my wings hurt from all the flying. Why did she run from me? I asked myself. Did she really believe that I would tell the others? Of course I had every right to, but she was my sister. My only sister now. I didn't stop because of my wings. I landed and began walking.
I came upon the beach, and saw two pairs of footprints. I followed them, and heard Michel talking. "Blake, Blake. Whats wrong?" I heard her groan, and I ran over to them. "Is she OK?" I asked, truly concerned. He looked at me like I'd committed murder. I didn't pay much attention to him though, I was too worried about my sister. I leaned down to her and whispered,"I didn't tell them, Blake. I won't say a word." I knew my words were too low for Michel to hear, but loud enough for Blake to hear them. I put a gentle hand on he arm, rolling her over. I'd carry her back, but I only had one working arm. I stayed with her here until the sun began to rise about minutes later. I knew everyone would question why she was so dirty, so I tore some of my jeans off, went to the water nearest us, and soaked the cloth. I went to her and wiped the dirt off of Blake's face. There were still the leaves in her hair, and the cuts on her arms, but that's just what happens when you sleep in the forest.
"Blake," I said, shaking her awake. she whimpered and I tried to keep the tears from rolling down my face at the sight of her. This was the worst I'd seen her sense she had the flu and had to miss like a weeks worth of school. I smiled at the good memories I still had. Then, there were also the bad ones, which I chose not to dwell upon for reasons. I took her hand, wishing I could save both of us from this hell-hole island. But we both knew that wouldn't happen. But I still had faith.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
Why them? was all I thought. Ellie had told me she wouldn't tell anyone, but that didn't change anything. She knew what I had done, and I knew what I had done. I wished the wolves had gotten me instead.
I wimpered and moaned. Everything hurt, least not my heart.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry, Ellie." I sobbed that over and over.
"What is she talking about?" Michel asked Ellie, who ignored him and stroked my head.
"It's OK," she replied, as many times I apologized.
"No, no it's not," I said. "It's my fault. We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me."
"What's your fault, Blake?" Michel asked, pleadingly. You could tell he was in pain watching me suffer. Why is it that all I ever brought to people was pain?
"Everything," I whispered.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
While Blake accused herself of all the bad things that had happened, I continued to whisper my line "No it's not," to her over and over again. I could tell Michel was getting agitated.
"What did you do to her," he yelled to me, his voicing rising with the anger. He jumped up, grabbing his dagger. I didn't need this right now. A hundred cruel words bubbled to my tongue, and I said the first thing that came to mind.
"What could I have done to her?" I asked, not caring what he thought of me anymore. "She doesn't need you. She has a family!" I yelled. I realized the damage of my words a little too late.
He lunged at me. I ducked, looking back at him. I pulled my arm out to the sling, not caring about the pain anymore. I grabbed my own blade, holding it out towards him. He didn't seem amused, this was serious to him. I lunged at him myself, aiming for the throat. He moved, and I ended up behind him. He stood between me and my sister. No, he wouldn't keep me away from her. I narrowed my eyes, tossing my blade down, not caring anymore if I died or not.
"I don't have tome to play with you Michel. Move, or I'll force you to. I don't want to start a fight, but if that's what it takes to get Blake back home..." I paused, wondering again what home was, leaving myself open for any attack he had up his sleeve.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
I sunk towards the ground holding my head in my hands. I hummed silently tugging on the bandana around my neck. I could feel the beating of wings beside me. Looking up Corbin floated down towards me, a smile crossing over his face. “Where have you been?” I asked. I tried to hide my worries with a bland expression. I don’t think it was fooling me let alone fooling others.
“I wanted to clear my head,” he sat down next to me, scratching at the ground with the heel of his shoes. I nodded simultaneously, craning my neck to stare into the sky. “Look’s pretty doesn’t it?” I motioned with a nod of my head towards the sky. Corbin gazed upwards, the moons light glittering off of his sea blue eyes. His shoulders tensed instantly, “Did you hear that?” I scanned the perimeter my eyes wide with fear. Shaking my head I stood up my hands reaching for my daggers. Corbin began to laugh, “I was only joking.” I let my shoulders slump with relief. Laughing sarcastically I kicked a clump of dust at him.
“Very funny!” I barked sarcastically. He laughed, “I know, aye!” I smiled at him, my eyes narrowing. I sat back down my chest deflating, I was so tired. Laying my head on the back of the tree, I tried to control my breathing. The sound of a twig breaking came to the left of me. My eyes opened instantly, “Did you hear that?” I instantly asked Corbin. “I’m not a fool, Ester. You can’t trick me with the same one I used on you, can’t you think of your own?” He mocked a glimmer of humour in his eyes. I elbowed him in the ribs, “No really. There is something-” A roar broke through the night, the hairs on my arms standing on end. “Wolf!” Corbin howled into the night.
The wolf jumped towards us, its carnivorous teeth barred. Blood dripped from its canines. Pushing frantically at Corbin, I tumbled after him, the wolves’ claws almost slicing at my head as it lunged towards us. I rolled to my feet, Corbin following in tune. Grabbing at my dagger, I sunk dangerously low in to a fighting position. The wolf stumbled back, its heavy claws dragging across the ground. Something frofed at the side of its mouth dripping onto the floor in a small pool. “On my count get ready to move,” Corbin hissed. I nodded heavily raising my dagger, fear pumped around my body, adrenalin running like wild fire.
The wolf began to run towards us, its panting breath whistling. I moved my arm wanting to throw myself at it. Corbin placed up his arm stopping me. He watched the wolves’ heavy foot falls stabbing at the mattered grass floor. Sweat poured down my neck coating my back with a wet slick film. I bit deeply into my lip, “Ready?” Corbin asked. The wolf threw itself into the air, its claws barred high above its head. “Go!” Corbin shrieked, running forward I followed after him my heart beating. Jumping into the air my wings unfolded unsteadily, Corbin dived towards it, our weapons instantly swished to life.
Cutting, our daggers stabbed into the wolf’s gut in unison. The wolf tumbled towards the floor. I hit the ground, pain shooting up my wounded knee. The wolf staggered to its feet, blood pouring from its wound. “It should be dead!” I shrieked in horror. “There is something in its side!” Corbin yelled, flinging his blade it struck the wolf in the side sending it toppling towards the ground. A syringe barred from the side of the wolf’s side, the same green fluid at the side of the wolves mouth moved within the syringe.
“Let’s get out of here!” Corbin yelled, grabbing at my hand we began to run through the series of trees. The wolf jumped to life, moving instantly towards its legs, it began to run towards us howling wildly. My breath came in short icy gasps, my hands shaking in fear. Corbin looked over his shoulder staring in horror at the beast. “We have to warn the others!” I yelped trying to ignore the pain my knee wielded. Jumping into the air my wings caught the current of the violent winds sending Corbin and I tumbling into the sky. I looked down to see the wolf rush into a clearing, clawing at the sky it barked wildly after us.
"Stop!" I yelled. They were too caught up in their fight to notice. I shot up, grabbing my daggers. The weakness that had seeped into me sprang out, and a rush of adrenaline came rushing to me.
I lunged at both of them and, in a series of well-maneuvered plays, had them both at arms length, one of my daggers at each of their throats.
"Don't hurt each other. No one else is going to die because of me. I've caused enough pain."
Michel looked at me quizzically.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
I was happy to see Blake up again, but the knife on the throat was a bit much. i didn't hear a word as she threatened us. I was too happy. But I didn't hear her say, "Don't hurt each other. No one else is going to die because of me. I've caused enough pain." Michel looked at her, a thousand questions in her eyes. I wanted to protest, but the dagger made me think that letting me go once wasn't enough for her. A single tear ran down my cheek and, soon, I broke into sobs, sinking to my knees. How long would I deny that she was my sister? My sibling? My flesh and blood? Forever? Forever was a long time, and I wanted--needed my sister back.
She lowered her daggers, looking down at me. I felt their eyes on me as I had another spell of sobs and cursing myself for letting myself live when I could have clearly died instead. Would Blake even miss me? Would she realize I was gone? No, I believe not. There wasn't much I could do but cry. So, I sat there for maybe another hour, crying for my own pains. Then, the pain from my arm hit, and that made my sobs turn into full blown screams.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
As Blake lowered her daggers Ellie began to cry. Everything was silent. I hated her for coming. I hated her for being here. I hated her for saying she was family while I was not. Who had been there when Blake was wounded in battle and needed to get away? Me, not her. When I found Ellie on the island I should have left her there to die.
Her words confused me. I tried to make sense of them, but it didn’t work. I looked at Blake. She didn’t say anything. I sat down, and curled my wings around me. I felt that cold feeling creep up my body, but I held it back. I had never been sad sense I got on the island, and I wouldn’t start now in front of Ellie.
But, I couldn’t help it a tear rolled down my cheek. I wanted to run. I couldn’t leave the two of them alone though. I pictured Blake sitting down comforting Ellie rocking back and forth with her. Another tear came then another. Why was I even here? Blake hated me. She seemed to love Ellie. I put in my earphones at blasted them as loud as they could go. More tears silently streamed down my face.
I stood up and started to walk away, with a last glance and Blake. It was pleading at first, but then it turned hard. Why should I want to know anyway? Blake already had someone to comfort her.
I had no sense of time anymore, but when I heard Michel get up, I spread my wings out, standing. Either way this went, I was saving my family. And I didn't just mean Blake. Even if Michel hated my guts, he was family too, and I would hurt anyone who touched my brother, though I knew he could take care of himself. He began walking away, but I yelled after him.
"Michel!" I said. He didn't turn, so I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him. He turned to me quickly, eyes cold and furious. "What." It wasn't a question, just a word that was left lingering in the air. I kept my tears in this time. "I'm sorry," I whispered. He seemed surprised that I would be standing here, apologizing. I saw him glance back at Blake, and I knew, with all of my heart, that she was more welcome than I was. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die...slowly!
Michel seemed to ignore me for a minute, looking only at Blake. My arm hurt really bad, but, with one last glance at the family, I took to the dark morning sky. How long had it been sense I'd seen my sister and I was just leaving her now? But I knew she needed to be comforted by her real family now, or at least her new family. I knew I'd probably never see her again, but that was the price for coming here, now wasn't it? I kept flying, finally falling when the sun was down again. I fell some twenty five feet into the trees below me. The pain in my arm increased, but I ignored it, curling up, and closing my eyes.
I was so tired. I hadn't slept much sense I got here, but I was so worried before about everything and everyone, that I didn't have time to sleep. Then, there was my training that I'd never finished. Maybe when I wok, I'd...
My eyes slid closed, and I slipped into a deep sleep.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
"She is Blaise. I can feel it. She's out there." She kissed the corner of my mouth and flew forward. Of course I followed her. What else would I do?
I was worried about the others, but my sister was out there... suddenly, I heard a rustling. "Shhh," I whispered. "We can follow them back to their den."
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