Waiting for Amber Skyy

Chapter 46

After a three-hour flight of pure silence, aside from the storm thundering below us for a good chunk of time, we landed in West Virginia just along the Appalachian Mountains. I have to say those mountains were freaking huge! I nearly crumpled up into another asthma attack. We were so high. Thank god we were able to find this nook in one of the ridges. It was high enough that no hikers could reach us, and low enough that I wasn't gasping for air.

I looked down at the sparkles on the ground of the distant cities and towns. It was really beautiful, aside from the cold drafts wafting through. It was strange to see the world this high up and not worrying about flapping every minute. My wings stretched behind me and gently rested against Speck's sleeping body. She softly groaned and rolled over to cuddle up next to me, her warmth against my side. I glanced at her just as a gust filtered into the cave, brushing her thin hair over her eyes. I awkwardly reached back to fix it.

I gently sighed and returned back to my view of the land. Would she ever forgive me for what I did? I really hoped so, she was all I had. God, what was wrong with me? How could I ever say that to her? Am I-? I choked on my thoughts and leaned my head on my hands. Am I finally going crazy? I mean I killed a guy – a murderous, wolf beast guy to be exact. Most people didn't kill, they just fought until the opponent passed out or gave up. Sure, Speck said he was intent on killing, but I didn't want to respond with the want to kill either.

I carefully rolled onto my side, feeling Speck's body move with me. And why did they have to change their protocol? Couldn't they just give up on us – on Speck? The pictures on the tv flashed in my mind and I let out a deep sigh. We were such idiots to believe that going to school was going to be safe. They were watching our every move. No wonder I never felt okay with it. Even up to the point of us walking onto the bus and looking prim and proper – I felt like I was a bright red sore on a bald guy's head. It made me sick to my stomach to hear Speck's words as I tried to fly us back home:

"I was so close..."

My throat closed. We were never going to live a happy, normal life. I couldn't change that, nor could I just cut off my wings and tail and ears and... God what was I thinking? If I were to do that, I would most likely die or have to go back to the place that made me this way just to do it. I was stuck with this, forever.

I looked at Speck who had a fistful of my shirt against her chest. She wasn't going to have a normal life either. Not with me around, and not with a target on her back. I had to at least do something to make her happy though. I didn't want her to keep moping around like she was now. She even fell asleep on the flight here, which I still don't know how she managed to do.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and she mumbled in her sleep.

"Mnn, wha-" one of her eyes peeled open.

"Shh, go back to sleep," I whispered.

She nodded and stretched her arms over her head before burying herself into me. I gently smiled and wrapped an arm around her to keep her warm. I knew what I had to do, but how was I going to do it?

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"Hmm," the girl sang to herself as she browsed through the computer as fast as she could. At the rate she was going, no other person could read it, let alone understand it. She was just checking up on the news and possible information when she paused on an article. What caught her eye wasn't the title necessarily, intriguing as it was, but the pictures below it.

She blinked and narrowed her eyes. Was that... no way. She half-chuckled and clicked back to the main search engine, dismissing it. But she couldn't get the picture of the girl out of her head. She looked so much like Iggy, it was hard to ignore. They had the same facial features aside from some weird looking bruises.