He was dead. She was free. His blood was everywhere. In slow motion, his blood dripped off of her leg and splashed onto the white tile floor.
Rai can tell you the exact definition of the word pain.
She can easily tell you quotes about the subject off of the top of her eidetic memory. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't describe the memory, the pain she had felt.
The pain they caused her.
The definition of said term is physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.
The pain from the needles they had injected into her back, the blood that slide down her legs, the scream escaping her lips against her will, she concluded she had been in pain. Immense pain. But it was such an indescribable pain; it was everywhere. Her legs, her spine, her torso, her back. It vibrated through her entire body, blocking her thoughts and seizing her lungs. Blood dripped onto the concrete floor below her, and she could vaguely feel the needles extract from her injured back.
She could still hear Dr. Zander's dour voice echo in her head and his laugh, a giddy, excited laugh that would nearly bounce up and down with joy as he circled Rai, staring at her back in awe.
The rest of the memory was vague. It went to fast for her to register it all. There was a fight. A brutal one. A bloody one. Between the him and her. She killed him. Cut his throat with his own scalpel.
She had to.
She freed the world of this sinful man. She freed herself before the angelologist start cutting her open as if she was a dead frog being dissected in a freshman Biology classroom.
Freshmen...her mind wondered to freshmen year.
She always felt...different than the average teenager. Out of place in the class full of students.
She thought it was because she moved all the time and she never got to know anyone, or if it was because her mother vanished out of blue with out a trance or even a little sticky-note-on-the-fridge saying, "I'm leaving forever, dinner is in the microwave, bye!!"
She could at least giving her a heads up on the half- angel half- human thing.
She woke-up at the dot of midnight on her eighteenths birthday screaming in pain as the wings tore threw the skin of her back. There was a lot of blood, her blood, it stained her bed sheets bright red. Every time she screamed, the earth rattled, the air slapped against her sweat drenched face, she felt her body burning with heat as if she was sitting in a fire place while it was lit.
Her foster farther rushed into her room, equipped with a baseball bat and a grim look on his face, her foster mother behind him. They both gasped in shock, they had expected a burglar, but instead they find Rai crumbled on the floor near her blood stained mattress with 10 feet long white wings grown out from her spine.
"Oh John, she can't be one of those things." She heard her foster mom cry.
"Jenny, call Zander, he'll know what to do with it." He said "it" with discuss in his voice. He referred to her as if she was an lifeless object, as if she were a canine.
She heard Jenny foots steps quickly fading down the hallway and she felt the vibration of the wood as John cautiously stepped toward her limp body.
"I should have guessed. You were always good about keeping to yourself. It's always the quiet ones." He laughed, a wicked, sinister laugh that bounced around her ear drum, "When I turn you in, I'll be rich. You are the first one I've ever seen. Hopefully the last."
A sudden pain to the head knocked her skull to the floor.
Dots of light blinded her vision, and with one more hit, she was out.
The morning after, Rai woke up to a blinding light in her face. She was tied to a metal bed. Both her wrist and ankles strapped with leather ropes that burned her skin when she wiggled around too much. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked around the room. It looked to be a surgery room, everything was white, their was a smaller table on wheels next to her bed, which had scalpels in different sizes, over sized twisters, and plastic tubes. Their was a metal cabin by the two sided door, which where the kinds with no handles, you just pushed or pulled them open. A man in his late 50s' dressed in a doctors getup, a white robe, burst though the doors along with two lackeys following him in the same doctors uniform but they had notepads in their hands.
"Ah, finally you have awoken." The mans voice was deep. He, along with his sidekicks, surrounded the bed where she laid and stared at her. Just stared.
After what felt like an hour, Rai made a frustrated nose, "Stop staring at me!"
One of the two sidekicks scribbled down something in her notebook while nodding her head in interest.
"You are the first Nephilim we have had who is newly changed." He circled her, eyeing her wings in amazement, "Yet your wings are of ones who have fully developed. Interesting." He reached out to touch her wing,
"Don't touch me!" Rai snapped, flinching her wing away from his hand.
The man laughed, making the other two laugh in sink. He stopped and glared at them and they shut up instantly. This time, both of them jotted down something in their notebooks than went back to staring at Rai.
"You don't tell me what to do, you disgusting bird shit!" He snarled at her, "You need to know you place! You are scum, the human blood that runs in you is disgracing the man kind! Your people contaminate the air we humans breath, your people bring chaos and destruction where ever you go. No more, I won't let it go on any longer than it already has!"
Veins popped out of his neck and forehead, she could hear his blood pumping and his heart rate going 220 miles per hour.
Rai went still, her breathing heavy, she had no idea what he was talking about or why he felt so outraged at her, "I won't tell anyone you kidnapped me, just please let me go!" She pleaded, tears in the brim of her eyelids.
He took a deep breath than smiled, "Nephilim, you aren't going anywhere." And with that, he walked out, his two lackeys rush in suit of him. Leaving her to sob for hours.
Four week. 28 days. 672 hours. 40,320 minutes. 2,419,200 seconds of pure torture later...
Her skin as smooth and white as parchment, her aquamarine eyes gazed heavenward. Pale curls fell against a high forehead and sculptural shoulders, forming a halo of golden hair. Her snow-white wings widespread from her back, the soft features soaking up the cool wind.
A delicate tapering hand, an aquiline nose, pink lips pressed in a frown. She wore a, a cloth woven of a white shimmering metallic material that has remained pristine, as if it was just weaved today and not centuries before her short 18-year time period.
Rai shivered from the cool air, the sky was grayish, clouds hide the mid-day sun, it casted an evil shadow over the grasses meadow and high hills of Venice's, Italy. Rai stood on the roof of a castle, Granite rock, shaped of giant's teeth that bounded the rooftop. She leaned between two of the teeth and gazed down. It was beautiful, she could see the sea waves bash into the rocks of the shore with a splash, she could see the wheat seeds pollen the air, she could see deer prance though the grass field than vanish in the orange-leaved trees of the forest.
She couldn't waste more time admiring the view. She had to escape the angelologists.
Angelologists- whose expertise includes theoretical study of angelic systems, their prophetic execution though human history, and physically examining.
Stepping onto the ledge of the castle, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and fell.
She was flying.
Her wings those of an Angel. Her feathers caught the wind whipped her back up with a whoosh. Rai soured though the clouds til she reached a high enough altitude to see the blue sky where the sun laid.
Rai had a place set into her mind where she wanted to go. Upstate New York. The base of her problems that stretches back thousands years: an ancient conflict between the Society of Angelologist's and the Nephlilm.
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Gray Feathers
Pertualangan18-year-old Rai Cast was thrown into a world only meant to be on the pages of a fantasy novel. She is a Nepilim- an monstrously beautiful descendent of angel and mortal parents. Her mother disappeared when she was 16 and she never knew her father...
