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I took the sweater from Lorin just as Rachel came through the door, looking over her shoulder and then quickly shutting the door behind her and locking us into darkness.

"Okay, sorry, I had to make sure my brother didn't see me come in here." She said into the darkness. Lorin grunted, but I stayed silent. I was wondering what he was doing here. I knew that he knew Rachel pretty well - probably more better than I did - but I was curious as to how he had gotten inside - and outside - and what exactly he was doing here. Not that I had the right to know, or care. . .

"Thanks." I said shortly. Thankfully Rachel hadn't seen my wings. But Lorin. . .

"Watch out Rachel, Ezra has his butterfly wings out." Lorin said glumly as Rachel began shuffling around, clearly trying to find me to give me the pants she had with her.

"Oh!" I heard Rachel gasp and she immediately stopped moving. I growled under my breath at stupid Lorin - to which he chuckled at.

"Why so bothered, Ezra? Hasn't Rachel seen your wings before?" Lorin questioned, the unmistakable trace of mischief and gloating evident in his voice.

"I have. But. . ."

"But what?" Lorin asked. He didn't sound at all curious.

"I don't know." Rachel replied, her voice small and quiet. "Ezra, it's something personal to you, isn't it?"

"You could say that." I answered back. I realized my voice sounded much more angrier than I had wanted to let on. I wasn't frustrated with her though, I was pissed off at Lorin. To be honest, I didn't even completely know why.

"Well. What now?" Lorin questioned flatly. Why was he pissed off?

"I can't exactly put this on with my wings out." I replied with venom laced in each and every word.

"Here," Rachel offered, sounding weary. She knew that me and Lorin had. . .tension between us. "Take these. Wear them and I guess. . .wait until your wings fold back to wear the sweater?" She reached out and I felt the cloth of the pants she gave me. I took them from her and waited.

"Can you get out?" I asked sounding frustrated with everything. And I was. I think it was Lorin that made me pissed off for no reason. He seemed to have that power.

"Right. Sorry!" Rachel shuffled and then the door to the shed opened, revealing her silhouette which turned and walked out the door. "Lorin. . ." I heard her voice say, sounding like a disappointed mother.

"Uh-huh." He said, but he didn't move. Through the soft light that came through the open door, I could see only half of his face. He was staring at me.

"You're staring." I stated flatly. When he didn't look away, I walked over to him, right up to his face. "Fück off."

"You don't deserve those, buddy." And with that, he turned to leave. Except he didn't. Because that one statement made me snap. I don't know why; maybe it was an excuse I created to finally beat him up.

I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, my hands itching to punch him. A realization hit me suddenly, as I was throwing the first punch: I had been in a fight maybe only an hour ago. Plus, I was always angry or brooding all the time. What was happening to me?

"Oof!" I heard Lorin grunt as he bent over, loosing his balance, clutching his face. "What the fu -"

"What? You thought you could insult me and walk away? You thought you could discreetly want to kill me? Gloat at me? Have possession of a damned cursed knife - which you probably purposefully had to kill me - and I wouldn't know?" I yelled, finally letting go of all the built-up hatred I felt toward Lorin from the very moment I met him. He was just one of those people that you disliked, and got pissed off at without even knowing them - for no reason. I think it was all because of those smug expressions and 'laid-back' personality he had.

I was so good at keeping my opinions and feelings toward people so secret, but toward Lorin. . .I think I had kept them too secret for too long - which wasn't long at all - but I was actually glad about it. Now, I could hate him fully. Without hiding and faking.

"You don't think I hate you too?!" He yelled, his jaw already bruised purple and red blood trickling down his chin. "You're the fully angel - I'm only half! You're basically what I've wanted: to be an angel! And you take it so carelessly! You don't think I also hate you because. . .because you're you! You take it for an advantage - which you shouldn't - and then you take Rachel for advantage too! Playing with her feelings!"

"Oh, don't try to bring her into this! You're not gonna win by making her your shield!"

"Guys!" Rachel's voice suddenly cut through mine and Lorin's debate. "Stop! What are you doing!? Why are you doing it?!" She walked towards us, putting herself in between both our bodies. "St-op!" She gritted out as she placed one had on Lorin's chest, and the other on mine, trying to push us away from each other, but failing.

"Rachel, leave. You don't want to get hurt." Lorin growled out, never turning his eyes away from mine.

"Oh, shut up, Lorin!" She yelled at him.

"Ezra here has some business with me. Is that why you fell from Heaven? Because you were a stupid, goth, meat-headed bastard who was always brooding and floating around like a lost soul?" Lording continued as if Rachel hadn't spoken. I heard her gasp in astonishment, and I heard my knuckles cracking as I balled up my hands into tight fists.

"Says the fücking half breed." I growled back, knowing that was a weak spot for Lorin. "What? You aren't ashamed that your idiot father fücked an angel? A fallen one - just. like. me. - at that?"

"Shut the fu -" Lorin roared and lunged for me. Rachel screamed as she was pushed out of the way by him, and fell to the ground, hard. I looked at her, slowly sitting up and wincing in pain and then stared at Lorin. He was dead.

As his fist was half way to my face, I seized it, stopping him. His face faltered from the raged expression he had on to a more confused one. Before he could say anything, I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled, making his stumble closer to me. I stared into his eyes silently, watching his confusion turn to fear, as he slowly switched into the coward he was. With a snarl, and an enraged, furious flap from my wings, I lifted my fist and hit Lorin so hard, I heard a sickening crack as his skull dented and he fainted immediately. Rachel screamed as he fell to the ground, but I didn't regret it.

When I looked down at my hands, somewhat surprised at what I did, I saw the knife that Lorin had given me, jutting out of the hole in my pocket that it had created.

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O_o Damn that was intense!

What do you guys think that that knife might be doing to Ezra? Do you guys think Lorin knows what that knife is?

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