A wolf, a demon, and a fiend.
Forsaken angels with burned wings.
Hold your breath and stop your tears,
for a Reapers beast is drawn to fear.
A decade ago, they were hunted, only for the surviving two children, Raze & Rainy Reaper, to be forced ba...
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We are going home. . .
My vision blurs for a split second, I blink away the strain from starting at a moving dark road all night. I glance over my UV aviators as Rain leans forward, tapping the Bluetooth icon on the dash she gives me a sideways smirk as her phone completely pairs to the stereo with a confirming 'ping'.
The Rovers stock speakers vibrate the rearview mirrors as the synthetic 80's beat of that one famous Cory Hart song about sunglasses starts up. A grin kicks up the side of my mouth, she picked this song to further drive her point about sunglasses being useless without a 'sun'.
"I mean, there not called 'moonglasses' or 'starglasses'. Just saying." She says before turning the volume all the way up.
I chuckle and don't argue, because the past hour was filled with me, trying to convince her about the benefits of wearing shades while driving at night.
Rain begins to move her shoulders back and forth to the beat. Abruptly turning to me, I steal a glance as she begins to sing her own made-up words at the top of her lungs.
"Raze wears sunglasses at night. So he can, see the road. Watch him weave through cars and stay inline. . ." she belts out the entire song, while creatively making fun of me. I can't help but join in after the second chorus.
As the ballad comes to an end, she turns the volume all the way down and settles back into the passenger seat, restless.
When she is in the car for too long, she will have little outburst of random energy, it's an immediate way for her to sedate the boredom and any memories that decide to surface. Because we have been driving east most of the night to the Academy, the blonde-who I found, is named Emily WolfGram-notified us that it would be best for us to arrive at night. To keep Rain out of sight from the student body and administration as we settle in.
I roll my neck around on my shoulders until I hear the satisfying crack and sigh. Along with feeling restless, I am still struggling with the fact that I have been completely caught off guard by Rain's decision. Although, she has been trained to see things I don't, and I fully trust her judgement.
I know I will be perfectly fine at the Academy. But-my eyes fall onto the now stoic and emotionless teen by my side-will Rain be able to handle going back?
"I can sense your worry..." Rainy whispers to me, gazing out the window at dark moving forest.
"What-" She immediately cuts me off.
"I'm not that little girl from years ago." Her head whips around and she leans into me.
She is so close I can smell the cinnamon from her toothpaste and see the individual flecks of red around her pupils. They double in size as she narrows her gaze almost soaking the hazel gold of her iris's.
"I will be okay." She murmurs, her eyes darken with the thought, and she goes back to peering outside the window.
