A/N: i made a mistake in the chapter "Company"... I called him a bat and angel hybrid 😭 he's a dragon and angel hybrid.... SORRY
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"You're here because my reflexes brought you here. Look! We're in such a lovely part of town," I exaggerated, pointing toward the most intact wall I could see, which wasn't really all that intact. I winced at how my voice cracked on the last word, I tend to do that to add comic relief but it never really works.
Ace looked around him, his slight smirk slowly fading into a frown, looking at me deadpanned. I chuckled nervously as I took notice of his wings.
"Oh- oh god your wings let me-"
"Tricky it's fine it's n-"
"Shut up hang on..."
His wings were raggedy and dirty, probably from all the bushes we ran through. I hadn't even considered how fragile angel wings were.
Angel wings can break so easily that some angels get them removed due to their impracticality. Yes, you can fly, but you get tired. Just the same as you do when walking. Flapping your wings isn't effortless, the only fun part is gliding.
I quickly reached into my satchel I had been carrying over my shoulder and got a cleaning rag. Why did I have it? Erasing evidence.
He scoffed at the gesture, me trying to make his wings more presentable? I frowned slightly as I made my way behind him, dampening the rag a bit with clean water from my bottle I had also been equipped with.
As I was cleaning, he.. winced?
"Ace.. Why did you wince?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to annoy him any further.
He didn't seem all that threatening, but his species is very dangerous and powerful. I didn't want to mess with that.
His eyes widened as he shook off my question. "Wince? I did NOT wince. I just- like... I just think uh... I heard a sound from far away?"
Oh yeah, they (hybrids) also have very good hearing.
But I wasn't going to buy into that bullshit excuse. "Be honest with me, not like I'll get mad or anything," I reassured. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist with his right arm, stopping me from touching his wing. "I'm not worried you'll be mad, I'm worried you'll get all maternal on me and act like my mother!" He clarified, raising his voice a bit by the end.
My eyebrows furrowed as my eyes darted back and forth between his eyes and his wings. "They're injured aren't they?" I guessed. Judging by his reaction to me touching it, and his concern, it was a bit obvious.
"Ugh.. it has been for like a week now, it's not that bad."
He stood up, causing me to walk backwards to give him space. He adjusted his wings slightly, wincing once again in the process. I frowned.
"How did you-"
"Doesn't matter."
I decided not to push it. I put the damp rag I had been holding in a random bush somewhere, knowing nobody around here would honestly care.
He glared at me disapprovingly.
"Pick that up."
"No"
"Why?"
"Nobody cares about what you do here, this place is fulla' criminals y'think they'll care about a small rag on the already broken and stained concrete?" I questioned, motioning to the ground beneath the used rag. He snarled and squinted his eyes at me.
He's so judgemental and for what?
In a fleeting moment of annoyance, I hit one of his wings; the one closest to me. Though I immediately regretted my action when he let out an ear-piercing screech.
Usually, angels let out this screech when they're in distress.
Not only does this stun the attacker, but it also attracts the attention of every angel or angel hybrid within a 10 mile radius.
He covered his mouth quickly, hoping it wasn't too late. My heart dropped when I heard another being echo the screech.
This is what angels do to let the distressed angel know that they've heard their cry and are on their way. In any other situation this would be marvellous; however, I was looking forward to actually being alive the next day, and considering what could potentially happen if a large group of powerful angels were convinced I was an attacker, my chances of living beyond that day would be slim.
"Fuck I'm so sorry," he apologised, looking at me with sad eyes. I felt bad for him, but I just smiled and nodded as to not draw any attention to myself with any more sounds.
Just as I was about to lead him into the nearest dark alleyway, he put a hand on my shoulder. I tensed up for a seconds before allowing myself to turn to face him. "I know somewhere that they don't know about," he assured. I sighed in relief and let him lead the way.
As I was following him, I couldn't ignore the continuous angel screeches sourcing from a decent distance. They made my skin crawl.
The boy led me to an unfamiliar place. The walls were intact, they almost shone with the sun above our heads, beaming down. The ground beneath our feet was glistening, with a yellow tint. My eyes widened at the suddenly perfect area; just moments ago we were in a paradise for criminals with beaten roads and broken walls, ready to collapse by a single ball throw. "Where are we?" I cautiously asked, trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible. He turned to me.
"We're in my hideout. No criminals around here invade it, and no angels can locate it. I call it the forgotten land, since nobody remembers what or where it is." He explained, almost bouncing with enthusiasm as he marvelled at his own discovery of the area. I smirked at his passion, looking around with wonder. "Nobody.. knows this place? How.. how don't even I know this place?" I questioned, narrowing my vision to the flawless ground. It was even nicer than my own home.
"A map was made years ago of the whole area by a witch a long time ago, but she forgot to mark this small place in it. Her powers manifested the markings on the map, so very few people even see this place. Because according to the magical map, it is non-existent," he began, "I first came across this place when I was 13 or 14. My friends and I were playing hide and seek in this area. I had ran off to this area, but it was bland and plain. My friends never found me, I was here for hours! A very determined kid, I was." He closed his eyes, relishing in the funny memory. I giggled.
My thoughts were at peace for a moment, but only a moment.
My body jolted as I heard the angel screech again, almost slipping on the clean floor under my boots.
I turned to face the hybrid I had unexpectedly made friends with.
"When will they stop?"
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Tricky to Decypher
Фэнтези"Tricky" was born into a dangerous family in a fantasy paradise. She had been working for her parents ever since she was involved in a painful attack from an angry outsider in debt. Everyone in their family had a role to play, including her; she was...
