The Irangel | Prequel Story |

Chapter 36 ~ The Curvy Woman

The early morning sun woke Eamon, who'd decided he had enough of the human world after only spending three days outside of his glass building prison. He stretched his wings out, the reminders of yesterday panging him with tears. Prejudiced against humans that wronged him, he saw irangels as the only accepting kind. His once open heart was now closed. Dismay and solitude were his only friends in the human world. His egotistic personality darkened to where he now saw himself and other irangels above humans, valuing who he had become.

Tori may be wrong about immortality and all that science bullshit, but she's not wrong about our kind being superior to humans, Eamon thought, starting to accept a few of Tori's beliefs. His hate for humans grew, manifesting into a certain thought process rooted in prejudice.

He dropped down and began walking, eventually finding himself behind a school dumpster. Eamon leaned against it, listening to the sounds of cars in traffic, kids being dropped off, school buses rolling, class bells ringing, and the thunderous sound of footsteps and slamming basketballs that can only come from the gym.

Eamon was instantly taken back to his childhood days of going to school, of bike riding afternoons, of peanut butter sandwiches with grape spread, milk cartons, crayons, markers, the smell of books, all of it a nostalgic memory of the past. He realized this was what he wanted: a wife, kids, a nice expensive car, a house in a subdivision neighborhood, a good happy normal life.

As he continued to watch parents drop their kids off to school from his hiding place behind a school dumpster, Eamon saw a curvy woman drop her daughter off to school. She was in her thirties, had wavy brown hair, and was wearing a navy hoodie and jeans. Just a typical mom, he thought, about to disregard her when he noticed her gold wedding ring sparkling in the warm sunlight.

Someone loves her, he realized, his heart panging. Someone loves a fat woman like her, but no one loves a hot guy like me.

Eamon bit his lip, holding back the tears that stung him. It's not fair! he thought, his thoughts getting angrier the longer he watched the curvy woman. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the woman lovingly hugging her daughter and kissing her before turning to head back to her car.

But she never made it to her car. The curvy woman pulled out her cell phone after a few rings, saying to her husband on the phone, "Hey honey, I just dropped off Anetta. See you home soon. I love you." As soon as she hung up, Eamon snatched the phone out of her hand and smashed it on the ground.

The curvy woman gasped when Eamon hit her. His anger spewed out as he began hitting her while saying a bunch of awful things to her out of anger and loneliness. It angered him that he was alone and rejected in the human world, that this woman lived without a worry or care, that she had a family that loved her dearly. He would never be able to have what this woman had, all because of Tori.

Marriage was something Eamon hadn't given much thought to until recently. Seeing the ring on the curvy woman's finger was a symbol of something he would never be able to have. Even strippers think I'm a freak, he thought bitterly.

Persistent bad reception with humans caused Eamon to hate humans, more so than any other hate he'd ever felt. Even Tori, my tormentor and captor, didn't treat me the way these humans treat me. She was right; irangels are the dominant race. It's time I show that dominance.

His wings materialized, making the curvy woman gasp when she saw them appear out of nowhere. As a few puzzled or scared bystanders watched, the curvy woman felt herself being lifted up by this strange handsome sparkly guy with wings. He looked sorta punkish with a 90's style dark denim jacket, a red shirt, dark navy blue jeans, and leather wristlets. His dark brown hair was short and spiked up in the front in an appealing way. His eyes had glitter in them, but there was a startling amount of hate in those gorgeous eyes. There was something else too: envy.

The woman did not understand why this stranger felt such things, nor did she understand why he targeted her. But she did understand that they were increasingly gaining altitude with each wing flap, going higher into the sky until they were well above the school building and surrounding parking lot.

The woman's terrified screams and her tight clinging onto Eamon did nothing to soften his heart. He felt pain, envy, hate, and frustration all at once. Yet, in the midst of it all, a tear formed at the corner of his eyes. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the woman; all he could think about was keeping her away from her loved ones, stealing her away from what she had – the things that he lacked.

Their fate awaited them at the glass building, both unaware of the tragedy that was to befall.