The angel’s eyes were a golden fire.
I looked down, fire extended from her wings encircling me. My eyes darted in fear, searching for help. I screamed but no noise would come from my throat, so dry it aches to breath. I could feel my own heart slowing. The angel’s eyes were warning me of something...something I felt but didn't know.
"I will have to kill myself to save you." I heard as a loud crash rang in my ears. A scream penetrated the walls.
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The full moon shined of silver today. The moon always made me feel warmth. I knew Avan felt the same. Thats why we allways take midnight walks on the weekends.
"So why are your friends so hairy?" I asked trying not to laugh. Everyone has beards...even some of the girls shave their faces. Not just for petty mustaches but, with gnarly facial hair. He looks off in the distant road. In no man’s land Wyoming there ain't much to look at just clouds and lots of grass. His eyes are a beautiful shade of amber like the deep dark orange of the sunset. The wide sunset eyes make his brown hair darker. He's pulled his hair into a ponytail.
"I'm not really sure...guess they haven't figured out what a razor is yet," he laughs softly.
"Then I guess you’re a hypocrite." I say poking his little mustache, "In the opinion of a girl I think you should uh..."
'"Shave it?" He smiles, "my baby?" He mimics my voice. I smirk.
"Hey mine was a girl-stach not cool and I was emotional!" I laugh. He smiles his longish hair covering his eye but I can still see his gorgeous smile.
The Wyoming wind whipped my hair back and forth as if angry, but it only felt reassuring. The light echoing from the moon shines an extra pinch of bright tonight illuminating the path in an eloquent way. My memory faded back to the night of fire and ice. I shake my head as if the memory would come bouncing out of my ears. If only...
"I was thinking of pranking Ms. M tomorrow...she hates frogs right?' Avan asks seriously. He would never be described as nerdy. I wouldn't describe him as a normal kid either. Who pranks teachers when they don't go to school?
"I suppose so. I normally don't go around asking peoples worst fears so you can prank them." He looks at me and stops walking. A cheeky smile extended on his face.
"Why not?" I shake my head. He shrugs and keeps walking.
“Have you noticed how beautiful the moon is today?" I ask. He looks up leisurely.
"I don't see how the moon effects..." Suddenly his eyes grow wide. His voice grows deeper and rougher.
"I have to go," he says then looks away. He looks at me his eyes and voice now perfectly normal, "If that's alright. Mom said she'll need me tonight." I nod, no argument there. His mom is sick.
He pranced away. He growls as he looks at his watch.
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I started walking home, letting my mind wander. The moon was unusually white as if the world was turned toward the sun. I smiled and as soon as I did, I see a shooting star shooting next to the moon. Only it didn't stop. It circled; it looped and seemed to come down closer and closer...to me. The weird feeling of adrenaline coursed through my veins. Suddenly I could hear everything more clearly. The regular sound of a windy valley became one that sounded like fire and glass breaking. Or was the glass my imagination?
A fuzzy memory flashes before my eyes, the flames lit my room in an almost beautiful way, if it weren't destroying it. My favorite toy burned up in the flames viciously. The flames licked the walls behind me. I looked forward to the window. I remember thinking. My only escape. The memory continues in my head as the flame comes toward me. I see behind my eyelids me, eleven jumping out the window.
The memory is gone in an instant and my focus returns. My breathing becomes harder. Fear shakes me as I duck down and crawl away out into the long grass. I watch the burning ball fall into the valley and start to roll. Through the color of the flames I see a faint outline of a person. But I have no time to think, the flames are quickly coming towards me. The flames will get to me if I stay here. So I run.
The moon no longer lights my way through the valley. The fire licks the grass with flames the color of blue. They light up the sky turning a lighter blue, stars disappear. I keep sprinting, almost to the road. My breathing becomes harder, more painful. Suddenly, a shadow passes by with the outline of a dog. Was it a wolf or a dog?
I ignore the animal and run to the road. The dirt road provides a protection, for a little bit. I make my way across the road. My heart bounds, my breathing becomes harder and rougher as the smoke begins to billow around me. The moon becomes hidden. I close my eyes. I try to breath in and out with difficulty.
A shadow passes before my eyes, an arm grabs mine and pulls me up. I open up my eyes Avan stands before me.
“You need to get out of here!” He shouts, but all I could notice was his eyes, now like the sun or an angel’s , the color of gold. Maybe I’m a little light headed.
I mumble something as my vision begins to black.
