Bats, Cats, and Broken Wings

Ryan

At dawn, we boarded the Shadow Travel bus. It was just an ordinary bus, but they say it's haunted by ghosts. It's not.
We had to cover Crimson with a blanket to hide her wings and horns. The bus driver gave us a weird look when we got on, but since I was out in the sunlight, he let it slide.
  We stayed on the bus for a good two hours before the girls needed a bathroom break and to stretch their legs. We were at Peoria, Illinois. While the girls were in the bathroom, I asked the attendant at the Shadow Travel station, and I figured out we were 11 hours from Virginia Beach. If we were lucky, we could make it to Virginia today.
The girls came out laughing. They seemed to be getting closer. They came over and stood by me.
"We have 11 hours till we get to Virginia. The next bus will be here in 30 minutes."
"It's 8:30 now. We have enough time to grab something to eat," Sasha said.
"I have a feeling we're not going to be that lucky. Knowing my luck, my dad has already got monsters on our tail. We can't let our guard down," Crimson said.
"But it won't hurt to grab some breakfast before we continue our life or death situation," Sasha shot back.
  I touched Crimson's shoulder. "We won't let our guard down, but, we do need food, just in case we need to fight."
  Crimson sighed, "Fine."
  Sasha took lead across the street, heading to McDonalds.
  "I'm going to stay here. This blanket won't keep them" she pointed at McDonalds, "from noticing my wings."
  "I understand." I memorized what Crimson wanted and ran after Sasha. Since it was early, there was only a man in a suit inside. We got the food, then we went back outside to the bench we had left Crimson on.
  We ate in silence until, I sensed something. A monster was near, and was probably after us.
  I wrapped the rest of my breakfast burrito up and put it in the bag. I then casually stood up. "Well ladies, it looks like it's time to go. We've got a BIG 'ster."
Crimson and Sasha got the gist and started to put their food in the paper bag. Sasha put the bag in her emergency pack and the girls got up.
  "There's a park a block down. A nice stroll before we leave," Crimson said. Something flashed into her hand and I could just barley see the obsidian dagger tip. 'Hound' she mouthed.
  I nodded. Sasha and I linked arms and started walking. Crimson followed us. I knew Hell Hounds were giant, vicious dogs. Some rare breeds could be the size of an adult elephant. If we were lucky, which we normally aren't, the hound would be the size of a wolf.
We reached the park gate and entered. We walked to the center of the park. To our right was a flower garden. To our left was trees. Crimson froze and gripped my forearm. Her dagger was now in her hand. She turned around and slashed at a black shadow.
The hound was the size of a car. It probably weighed more than a car though. A scar ran from it's left eye to it's jaw. Black blood was dripping from the scar that Crimson gave the beast. She didn't kill it, she just made it madder.
The hound turned and eyed me. A familiar, gruff voice spoke in my head; ~Still alive boy?~ The hound decided to pounce then.
  A pink cloud exploded halfway between me and the hound. When the cloud faded, I could make out Crimson's blade stuck in the back of the hound. Her eyes glowed and she grumbled a phrase that sounded like herigo fan-toe. The hound's eyes glowed red and the beast howled in pain. Then it exploded into black dust.
Crimson looked at me, then she fell over into the grass. Sasha and I ran over to her. Sasha checked her pulse then rummaged through my emergency pack. She opened her laptop and started flying through her potion recipes. I took a closer look at Crimson, she had a GIANT gash running through her abdomen. She was losing a lot of blood. I ran over to the now-destroyed flower bed and grabbed the blanket. I raced back over and started to rip strips from the blanket. I took the torn strips and applied pressure to the gushing wound.
"Sasha!"
"Give me a second!" She was now mixing potions. "I hope this works. On three, 1, 2, 3!" I removed the blanket strips and Sasha poured the potion mixture on the wound. Crimson reeled forward and spat blood. Luckily it only hit the blanket.
  "Thank goodness. The wound, it's stitching itself together!" Sasha exclaimed.
I looked at the laptop and my mood dropped. It was 9:15. We had miss the bus.