Blue Wings {COMPLETE} {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 27 - Liz

Dim light filters through the window, filling the room with an orange glow that brightens the underside of my eyelids. A low groan passes my lips as I slowly blink my eyes open, the cracked white ceiling swimming into my vision. I groan again, shifting to lay on my side. Every bone in my body aches, leaving a dull pain running up and down my limbs. My eyes find Dylan in the bed across the room. I linger on his still form watching silently for a couple minutes until I catch his chest rising and falling slowly. A breath escapes my lips that I did not know I was holding.

He's still alive.

With great reluctance, I climb out of the warm covers, the thought, "How did I end up in bed?" only crossing my mind for a brief moment. Dylan is the only thing I care about right now. Everything else can wait.

Carefully avoiding the red stain in the carpet, I make my way over to Dylan's bedside, resting gently on the bed beside his sleeping form. Lifting his shirt reveals three crudely stitched gashes over his stomach. The skin around them has become a dark yellow, but the gashes have already begun to stitch themselves back together; now noticeably shorter than before.

I let his shirt, now a clean white one, cover the wound, breathing out a sigh of relief. The worries in my head quiet and I ease myself down beside Dylan, resting my head on his chest. I lay there silently listening to the quiet thump of his heartbeat against my ear. Outside the streets lay empty, no longer filled with bright colored cars and loud honking horns. No longer do people pass on the sidewalks, partaking in their daily lives. Only silence remains.

I begin to nod off when a slight creak from the door hinges shivers through my bones. Before the intruder can take a second step inside, I'm already on my feet pressing a silver blade onto his throat. As I glare at him, Richard's wide aquamarine eyes stare back. I sigh, dropping the blade from his throat and returning it to my pocket, "Hello Richard." I mumble under my breath, turning away from the man who breathes a sigh of relief.

He closes the door and follows me inside, "You're very jumpy and quite dangerous." He states, laughing quietly to himself, although I hear his thoughts in my head mumbling; That was a close one. I roll my eyes, smiling to myself.

Richard opens his mouth to ask, but I cut him off, "Being special tends to have it's downsides too." I state, eying Dylan's sleeping form. Out of all of us, he's been through the most.

"I'm assuming he's like you then? With the wings and what not." Richard says, pulling me from my thoughts.

I turn back towards him, sighing silently to myself, "Yeah, he is. There were three of us, but I think those creatures captured him." A chill cascades down my spine, making me shiver and fluff up my own feathers. What torture might the lab be doing to Mack now? Is he even still alive?

"Those things were made by Periodic Solutions Center, weren't they?" Richard's voice draws me back to the room. I stare at him for a few moments, managing a slight nod.

"I knew it!" He exclaims to himself, running a hand over his chin.

"How do you know this?" I ask, finally finding my voice.

"Well I-"

"Liz...?" A pained voice mumbles, cutting him off. I spin around quickly, facing Dylan whose gray eyes watch me, "You're awake!" I exclaim, jumping onto the bed beside him. Dylan slowly eases himself up, grunting with effort until he comes to a sitting position. I watch silently as he fingers the stitch work on his stomach.

"You did this?" he questions slowly, glancing up at me. I nod quickly, wiping at the hot tears that have begun to sting my eyes.

"Why are you crying?" He whispers, lifting his hand to wipe away a tear that rolls down my cheek, but decides against it, letting it fall back down to his side.