Nephilim Children

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was ready. I had everything I needed- a razor, lots of dark towels, a shower. Now I could safely remove the growths. The weird, controllable growths. I was actually starting to think they were wings. Real wings. On my back.

I took my shirt off and braced myself against the sink, waiting for the ‘wings’ to spread outwards. They were so big they touched the walls on both sides of me. I got the razor and pressed it gently against the base of one of the wings.

The blade cut through the first layer of feathers easily, and they spiralled to the floor. Now some of the bare skin was visible underneath the layer of feathers. It was a dark grey, a contrast to the stark white of the feathers. It was weird, seeing my skin like that. So, I started to cut through the skin and-

Searing pain. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming aloud- and I did that so hard it bled. The razor had hit a nerve or something, and it had hurt. I looked over my shoulder at the damage- there was a tiny slice, and it was so hard to see that it nearly wasn’t there. I watched it, and as I did, it healed over and turned a healthy pink. So, the morning I wake up with wings is the morning I can heal within seconds. Must be a perk of having massive growths on your back.

My back ached to be released from its tight restraint- also known as a bandage. It was the best I could do for the day- Mum had surprised me with a birthday dinner at my favourite Italian restaurant in the city, Pasta Al Dente. They made the best lasagne and mango smoothies I had ever tasted.

We sat down at our table and waited for our menus to be brought to us. I looked around, noticing how the décor had changed from being cute and quaint to smart and sophisticated. The booth we sat it had grey leather bench seats, and the table was made of white marble. We had a vase of pretty purple flowers too, that let off a perfume so strong it made me dizzy.

Or did they? I stopped breathing for a minute to see if it was the flowers- Mum didn’t seem to have any reaction to them, and neither did anybody else in the room. They all talked over the flowers like they weren’t even there.

Just then the waitress came up and gave us our menus, stumbling a bit as she neared us. She placed the menus unsteadily on the table, her face a mask of surprise as she looked from Mum to me. A shiver of shock ran through me as I looked fully at her for the first time. Her eyes were completely black, with no trace of any other colour- not even white. Then she grinned at me, a sharp-toothed grin that made me shudder.

“What can I get you two to drink tonight? Anything special?” she said in a voice that sounded like shattered glass being pushed around on the floor. Thankfully Mum saved me from answering, and she ordered me my usual mango smoothie. The waitress looked unsatisfied, like she had wanted me to speak to her instead. I had no clue what was going on. And, trust me, I didn’t really want to know.

The waitress returned soon after we ordered with our drinks and set them down on the table. Had she not looked at me meaningfully I may never have known that she slipped a piece of white paper onto my lap from underneath the table, along with a pen. I read it as Mum ordered.

Girl, are you Nephilim? You give me your half-breed vibe. Get out of here before Boss sees you,  it read. Of course, I had no idea what she was talking about. Half-breed vibe? Boss? What?

But there was one word I understood. And I understood it only too well.

Nephilim.