Generations

Chapter 11: Black Wings on Sunset Skies

Chapter 11: Black Wings on Sunset Skies

Almost as soon as he saw them, Jason slammed the door closed. He didn’t need to have seen them before, just seeing their black wings was more than enough. He remembered the stories, remembered the fear, and knew all too well what this meant.

Well, he didn’t have an exact idea, but there were Nightwings at his door, and things had been getting weird with his family lately. It was more than enough to know this was bad. He was pretty sure that they weren’t there to play video games.

Though it would be cool to beat some people from another world at Call of Duty.

He pushed that thought aside, locked the door, and grabbed a chair out of the kitchen and placed it under the handle like he had seen done on TV.  Jason didn’t really know what good it did, it seemed like the door would be broken down just the same, but it had to do something. “Simon, Heather!” Jason yelled as he ran up the steps, taking them three at a time. There wasn’t any time to lose.

“What?” Heather asked, wearing what had to be her fifth outfit of the day.

“There are two Nightwings at the door.”

“What are they doing here?” she asked as Simon came out of their room.

“Just as I thought,” he said softly, not sure if he even believed what he was saying, and didn’t feel like explaining it. It wasn’t something he could understand, just something he knew, something that pulled at his mind assuring him of its truth. He knew it, but that was all he knew.

“Did you have visions about this too?” Jason asked. That was key, he hated pushing his brother for information, knowing how much it hurt him to see all these things, but perhaps he had seen something that would help them to escape or beat these two.

He gulped when he thought of violence.

It’s not like he was afraid of fighting or anything. He was just waiting for someone to start something at school so he could clock them with his new powers.

And blood and violence didn’t bother him. He’d seen enough of that in those video games. It was surprising at first, but once he got used to it, it was just part of the reality of the game, nothing to think about, just a sign of the battle. Plus he had seen enough of those old war movies with his grandpa, and those were even worse.

Still, that was never his own blood. That was never his body turned inside out. That was never his flesh seeping out from the holes littered upon a wounded solder’s body. It was okay when it was a work of fiction, when the characters weren’t real, when the game could just be reset.

He didn’t want to become like them, knowing he couldn’t so easily be healed with just a simple push of a button.

Simon said, “No, but I could feel them close.” He knew now what that dark presence was. He thought it was somewhere inside, and maybe it was, but now it all made sense, there was someone or something else nearby.

“Okay, we have to run,” Jason said calmly, part of him wanting to fight, to see what those guys were really capable of. But he also enjoyed living, and if there were two of them, he’d be outnumbered. Besides, he wasn’t going to risk his family’s safety on a whim of curiosity.

“Where to?” Simon asked, not liking the idea of being around Nightwings anymore than the rest of them.

“They don’t appear to be here to make a big scene,” Heather said, though was quite tired of the fact they kept ringing the doorbell. They could hear the two Nightwings talking, arguing it sounded like though the walls between them. “Maybe we should get to the mall or somewhere when we can blend in.”