Wings

Chapter 18

The wind felt cool against my feathers. A chill running down my bare back, for my armor and weapons had been stripped from me when I had been unconscious, but none of that mattered. I had a single mission, one purpose that my mind would allow no deviation. The miles eating away underneath me, until the familiar land marks of my old town came into view.

There was my house. Sitting there, alone, silent. A few of the windows were broken, and with no power, all the lights were off. What had once been a place of happiness and good memories had been transformed into a desolate, barren shell of its former self. I banked toward the second story balcony, and soared down into a smooth landing.

What had I expected to find upon arrival? My old family just sitting at the table, dinner served, just waiting for me? Littlefoot running in circles around the table, as my little brother played with a tennis ball? How I wish that was what I saw, but instead my eyes were treated with the depressing sight of an unlived in house. Windows shattered, furniture broken, and no sign of my family.

I wandered through my house, memories of happier times flooding my mind, as my mind's eye watched the ghosts of past events play out like they had just happened. My bare foot crunched on something. It was a picture frame, of me, my family, my dog. I bent down and pulled the photo from its shattered frame, and slipped it into the pocket of the cargo shorts I woke up in.

Since entering the house, I had been drawn to a single room, the master bedroom, but I put this off for as long as possible. I knew that whatever I found in there would be terrible, but having gone through all the other rooms, I let my feet guide to my dreaded destination, if only to make this terrible dream come to a conclusion.

I pushed open the door, and what I observed was far worse than I could have ever imagined. It was not the gruesome sight of bodies that I saw, but bloodstains. Three of them. Mother, Father, Brother. No bodies, just blood. Just blood and silence. A silence that just seemed to stay there, hanging in the air, mocking the happy memories that had once populated this house turned grave.

There was the sound of crunching glass, but I didn't care. How could I? Everything was gone, what was there left to live for? What was there left to fight for?

A hand was put on my shoulder, and Ian spoke up. "I knew you would head this way." I answered with silence, eyes still glued to the blood stains. "I tried to tell you, but you blasted out of camp pretty fast." He sighed, turning his back to the blood. "After you and Tanner left, I decided to join up with the military. When I was stationed here, this was the first place I checked. You know, I was expecting to find you here planning your next move. But you weren't here. No, just that blood. No bodies. I had thought you had been killed here." He turned back around. "What the Hell happened? Just a week ago, we were playing computer games and gripping about math class."

"That is exactly what happened. Hell happened." I told him what I had found out about my parents, not my adopted ones, but the real ones, Storm Chaser and Sky Dancer."

"Well that explains the battle."

"...What?"

"We were being slaughtered in that battle, but the CO refused to order a retreat. I was about to blink him to the north pole or something and give the order myself, but then this high pitched whistling noise stopped me. It was you. You literally dropped into the battle head first. You disappeared into the fighting, but I was able to catch glimpses of you. It was fleeting, with all the demons, but it was like you were dancing through all their attacks. Every time I caught a glimpse of you, you didn't have your usual look of reckless abandon, or even fear of being surrounded by those things... You just looked... Angry.

"I had just learned my real family was murdered by those things, what do you expect?"

"No, you coming was a Godsend. I could care less if you were leaping for joy, that's not important. No, what is, is before you came, everyone had lost hope. You gave that back to them."

"Great. I gave them hope, and in turn, lost all of mine. Everyone is dead. Dead. THEY ARE ALL DEAD!... What is the purpose of going on anymore? Maybe I should just leave."

"...You know, when I came looking for you and Tanner, I found something else besides the blood. A dog. Sheltie to be exact. I took it back to my tent. I don't know if he is yours but maybe you-"

That was all I heard. Seemingly of their own accord, my wings propelled me out of the desolate shell of a house, towards the last remnant of my family. I turned toward the east, flying with the sun just starting to rise.

A note from Forfrysning

Sorry for the short chapter and late update. I have been suffering from a severe case of writers block. Hopefully this will be the end of it.

Anyways, thanks for being patient, here is the quote of the day:

"'You'll get over it...' It's the clich├ęs that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not erased by anyone but death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit. Why would I want them to?" ~Unknown