I don’t know how long I had waited inside that hole that my brother had found. But I remember how it had felt perfectly. That feeling of something terrible happening, always on edge. When you are hiding in the pitch black, hiding in fear of something that we knew might find us… and that peace of calm when the Angel turned to leave… it was my fault that my brother is most likely turning into an Angel… all my fault. I should have shut up and just kept my trap closed, but I sighed out of relief, thinking about tomorrow, the one more day of our lives when we were free. But that changed everything.
The Angel heard me, and found my brother. He didn’t find me, and my brother had made sure of that. I didn’t want anything to happen to him, and when my brother dropped before me, pale faced and shivering, I was about to crawl out to him, no matter what he said. But then his eyes flew open, and he shook his head. So I retreated back into the hole of darkness, but not because he said no.
It was because his usual blue eyes had been replaced by liquid gold ones. Eyes that were not his. They frightened me; I got so scared by him, the person that used to be my brother… and the fact that it was my fault that he was like this.
Light swarmed into the room. It wasn’t bright, but it was a change from the original pitch black. The Angel stood in front of my hiding space, and I saw another pair of shoes. The Angel flew away, leaving my brother here, and the stranger. The person ran over, and bent down, and I saw her face; brown gold eyes on pale skin. Her long wavy brown hair swept up into a pony tail.
She started to take of my brother’s shirt when he said something to her so faintly, but her shriek was anything but faint.
He opened his eyes, and I know she saw them, for she gasped and promptly moved around his head, making sure that they weren’t a trick of light. But I knew otherwise, and so did she, deep at heart.
He could speak a bit louder now, I could hear him.
“What?”
“How long did you look into his eyes?”
“What?
“You heard me. How long did you look?”
“Um… I don’t know… about 15 seconds give or take.” She shook her head.
“That would explain it.”
“Explain what?!?!” He said. She wordless went through her bag and pulled out a mirror. “A mirror why…oh.” He looked into the mirror, and saw his eyes.
And promptly dropped it.
“I’m… I’m… I’m turning into an Angel?” He looked over at the girl. “Samantha… I am aren’t I?” She nodded.
“I’m sorry, but yes you are. And one question; what’s your name?”
“Tristan and this is my younger brother Kyle.” I took that as my queue to climb out of the hole. Samantha’s eyes widened when she saw me.
“There were two of you?” Samantha said. I just smiled and nodded. She turned to my brother. “That’s why you were in front and spit in his face when he asked if there was another one?”
“You were there?!?!” Tristan said.
“You spit in his face?!?!?” I shouted. Samantha looked amused.
“Yes to both questions. Anyway, since its daylight, I think that we should start moving.”
“Wait, we? We don’t need you.” Tristan said, as he got up, but his legs gave out as soon as he put weight on them, and started to fall, but Samantha caught him. I smirked and she smiled, and meanwhile, Tristan was giving death glares to us both. “Fine. You can come with us.” She made a face.
