Black wings. I had fucking black wings. They grew. My old wings were 5 feet long, now 10 feet long. My arms and legs were now full of black feathers. Toes turned into razor sharp talons. I felt my teeth grow into fangs.
Python half smiled. He flicked a finger. My legs pushed me up and walked to him. He caressed my face, looking at his creation.
"How do you feel?" He asked, his hand moving down to my neck.
"Wanting to rip you apart, limb from limb." I growled, sneering at him.
"But, you can't can you?"
I pulled on my arm. It shook but didn't move. "No."
"And why can't you." His hand moved to my shoulder. "That's right! You have my poison in me and I can take control of your body. I can do this."
He pulled me closer and kissed me. I tried to pull away. He had a grip on me. I felt his tongue slip in. I bit it. He pulled away. His tongue was bleeding. I saw it stitch back closed, the blood disappearing. He smiled.
"Isn't amazing what you can do, when you are like this?" He asked.
His finger nail turned into a claw. He scratched the side of my left cheek. I felt it stitch up before it even dropped one drop of blood. I felt Python's grip loosen on me.
I flew up in the trees. I flew to the sky.
END OF CHAPTER 29
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ActionBeing orphaned at 11 isn't that bad. I mean, your mother dying at home, right in front of your eyes and your dad leaving you to go on a "supposed" hunting trip and never coming back. Yeah, that doesn't faze me at all. Also, being scarred at 10, naw...
