Angel With Broken Wings

01 - Mash Burnedead and Kat Ride

[POV CHANGE – FIRST PERSON | KAT]

The voice of the boy, Mash, made me turn my head to him once more, my right eye vividly taking in his appearance once again. His black hair, seemingly mushroom shaped, and his golden coloured eyes, the lack of a scar on his face unlike the older man standing next to him, and a more stoic expression on his face though his eyes were swimming with emotion.

His voice was kind, and somewhat soft, pleasing to the ears and I could only nod to his statement. "How did you heal me? I don't see a doctor." The words I spoke seemed to surprise them both, especially the older man, his bald head somewhat shiny in contrast to his white beard and the scar on his face prominent amongst his smaller wrinkles.

"I used magic." The word ‘magic’ made me nearly short circuit at the use of the ridiculous word, the thought of magic begin used and being real made me shudder at the horrors that people could do to others. "Magic...? Really?"

The disbelief in my voice made the older man even more shocked, and he stutters out his words in a hurry, "You...You don't know what magic is?" The question was filled with a flustered tone and came out loud, the confusion making me confused as well, as I shrugged. "It's the stuff commonly used in fantasy books."

The answer I used didn't seem to comfort the older man and he dropped down to his knees as if he became lifeless. "I never met anyone who could use magic before. It doesn't really happen where I'm from, it's always seen as something fictional." My continued explanation made his head rise up, more shock displaying on his features.

"Never met anyone...? Not even your own family?" My brows furrowed, my head tilting to the side as I shook my head. "Nobody in my family can use magic." My statement further shocked the two, Mash's eyes getting wider as the conversation continues on. "A whole family would have gotten caught by the authorities, it's considered illegal, after all, to not be able to use magic. Magicless individuals are even given the death penalty."

The use of the words "death penalty" made my skin crawl, my eyes drifting to the boy sitting on the chair next to the bed, eyes scanning his whole face for a mark. "That scar...symbolizes you can use magic, huh?" My quick observation led the man to nod his head quickly, noticing my eyes remained on Mash.

I bit my bottom lip once more, turning my gaze back to the man. "I see." The short response seemed to make his skin crawl as he rubbed his arms hastily at my somewhat cold reply. "Then...why did you save me?" My question stopped him from opening his mouth as he was standing to retrieve a pot of tea he seemed to remember brewing. "Just because you may be magicless doesn't mean you deserve that penalty. I don't agree with that law one bit after all."

His answer made me shift uncomfortably, and my eyes once again landed on Mash, who was silently watching me throughout the interaction this whole time. The random eye contact made me stiffen, but I couldn't find myself wanting to turn away. "You don't talk much, do you?" The question came out randomly, and I jolted at my own words as I slapped my hand over my mouth and looked down.

"Ah, sorry." His apology made my place my head directly on my knees, my body still sore but feeling better than before, some of my bruises were still present, I noted, but the larger cuts and massive wound on my shoulder seemed to be healed, but not completely. "You don't need to apologize...it's just, your voice is nice."

The random compliment seems to make him stiffen on the spot, his father soon letting out a sound resembling laughter, only to stop himself with a cough as he glanced behind him and towards us both. His noise catching both of our attention as we landed our eyes on him, with blank expressions.

~•~•~{1 YEAR LATER}~•~•~

I stifle a yawn as I lay on the grass in a neat little field, the clanging sounds of Mash using his over-the-top dumbbells for his exercising echoing through the field in almost a melodic way. I move my head slightly, watching him work with my right eye as I catch notice of different animals backing away from the area in fear, making me gain a small smirk on my face.

He has his usual bag of cream puffs by his feet, black body suit tight against him as he continues to slam the object around. I sigh as I watch him, my body slowly beginning to ache at my long lasting position. I could hardly believe it has been a year since my random arrival here, the beginning of my odd friendship with both Mash and his father, Regro, who insists that I call him "Pops", and I couldn't help but have a smile form on my lips as I closed my eyes.

I still had scars all over my body, specifically the area where the bullet wound was, which according to Regro, he had never seen such a wound like mine before so he was truly stumped until I told him what it was. When he has healed my wounds, a few days later, I had found myself able to check both my wings for any injuries, and other than them having been clipped they were perfectly fine.

Neither one of them really knew what happened to me, nor did they know what I could do either, and I truthfully wanted to keep it that way. A part of me felt like I could trust them, but the overwhelming fear that this was another experiment, another test, made that feel impossible to me somewhat. I didn't want them to look at me with pity or the like, not like they did when I first got here, and as long as I had no reason to use my experimentally given abilities, I had no reason to share.

There were times I felt bad, especially since Regro seemed to have made up his mind that I was tortured and abused so violently because I had no magic, which always made me curious as to why he hasn't told Mash that the boy couldn't use a lick of it either. I determined, however, that it wasn't my decision to make, but to pay them back for how they have taken care of me, I'd keep both Mash and Regro safe from the dangers that came with harboring us both and for being magicless.

I did severely miss my twin brother, Iggy, and the rest of the Flock, but I had no way to go back to them. I could only hope and pray that they were safe despite not knowing anything for sure, a part of my yearned to go back to them, but another part, a small part I kept telling myself, didn't want to. It wanted to stay with Mash and Regro, a place that I have finally felt safe in, in what felt like ages.

"Did you fall asleep?" The question came from above and I opened my eyes again, moving my head to face upwards to make eye contact with the same beautiful golden eyes like back then. "No. Just thinking, remembering." I answered vaguely, his head tilting to the side as I sat up and moved to sit crosslegged as I turn around to face him with a spin.

"Are you finished?" I return a question, my head pointed upwards at Mash who looked down at me with his usual stoic expression, emotions dancing in his eyes like always. My strawberry blonde hair was long, pooling around behind me with bangs covering my left eye completely. Mash has suggested an eye patch before, but I refused the suggestion, considering it to be a ridiculous look on me without even trying out the idea.

"...I'm not..." His response was delayed and I could only guess as to why, "I just wanted to ask if you wanted a cream puff." The question made me give a faint smile at his words, and I nodded swiftly. "Sure, nothing like a cream puff after pumping iron." I respond, "Though, that really only applies to you."

My muttering makes a smile crack onto his face slowly. "I agree." I nod to his words once again, watching as he goes back to doing his exercises.