After the Sky Bled

Chapter 9

I was pulled out of the memorial carnage by a voice, that same reverberating voice that always seemed to be in my head; my sister's.

"Where are you? Are you ok?" her warped voice asked, almost sounding concerned.

"I'm just a view blocks away, no worries." I answered, knowing exactly what was coming.

"It's almost dark, you should probably start heading this way." I couldn't help smiling to myself as I heard the words in my head. It's a good thing she can't influence through her telepathy, or I would have just taken a long step to the pavement.

"OK Mira, on my way."

In a world full of mutated men and women all desperate for one thing or another, and Lost all desperate for just one thing that happens to be human flesh, the rooftops are a mutant teenager's best friend. With my enhanced physical abilities, free running is nearly child's play. Even so, it's nice. Feeling my muscles bunch and coil before sending me into the air, landing without a sound, never finding myself short of breath, it's so freeing.

A rooftop away from our current lodgings, I stopped. From here I could easily smell my sister. Her scent was powerful, and calming, like lavender mixed with gunpowder. However, the real reason I had stopped was for the scent of my other companion; the one who had never looked at me the same way after I handled that first Lost, after I saved the lives of not only myself and my sister, but her as well. She had always seen me as the smart-ass kid with the overly analytical sister. She and Mira got along well so she always seemed to be around, always seemed to be in my life. I'd say she was like a second sister to me, but that would be betraying my feelings for her. Before, when I was just a pre-teen, I had a little crush, and I probably did a terrible job of keeping it hidden. But now, now that I've grow, so have the feelings. I can't stand near her without getting weak in the knees, can't be within a mile radius of her without involuntarily catching her scent. God that scent. I never noticed quite how remarkable it was until I obtained enhanced smell from the sky's blood. But now that I've caught it, I'll never forget it, and always want to be around it. I've thought about it over and over, trying to indentify just what the smell reminds me of, but for the life of me, I can't place it. My conclusion; Sarah is Sarah. She is brash, and intelligent, Beautiful, yet strong enough to handle this world in stride, without any sort of mutation. Her brunette hair, dashed with blond always falls to her shoulder blades, with bangs that fall just enough to lightly caress her right eyebrow. Her body was another thing unique that only she possessed. It was gorgeous, yet robust, shoulders and hips that had slightly more width than the tight stomach and perfectly shaped breasts would suggest. She was the kind of woman with such natural beauty, that even surrounded by a world of carnage and demons, she still looked stunning. At five foot six, she had been taller than me up until last year, now I was nearly six foot tall, and it made her despise me ever more. Sarah didn't really hate, at least I don't think she did. She simply hated what I was becoming, and the fact that I was changing. She wanted back the little kid who had a crush on her, the one who blushed and clamed up any time she said a word to him. She hated the Tyson who could rip apart anything that stood against him or his loved ones, even if she is among the few. I don't know if she sees it, but I can't live with her avoiding me, I need her to at least like me, to feel something positive for me, because... Love hurts, especially when it is so tragically one sided. I decided it was time to confront her, to talk to her, instead of letting her avoid me. I was tired of hurting this way, especially when this world has so many other ways to hurt us.

With my new resolve, I jumped into the air again, heading for our roof. I had jumped higher than necessary, just to feel the wind caress my body. If I closed my eyes, the wind became hands, and the whistling in my ears became a voice, both belonging to the woman I couldn't help but love, even if she felt nothing of the same for me. However, this wind Sarah gave me her love, her affection; this Sarah whispered she loved me as she held me tightly in her arms.

My beautiful delusion was tore away from me by what distinctly felt like a fist crashing against my face with immeasurable momentum. Whoever the hell this bastard was, he was going to perish for tearing my Sarah and I apart pre maturely.