Luanna's POV
Alex didn't talk back to me. Still. Fourteen~almost fifteen years now. And that shushnub still can't.
What a weird-o.
It was about two in the morning, but I didn't feel like sleeping. I've pullen five all-nighters in a row once. I was serching for a demon then. Killed it then. Flew back, then slept for two days straight.
Not one of the best memmories I have...
I had been laying on one of the celling rafters up in my room for a while now. I was just thinking. And stairing up at the celling.
Mainly thinking.
Thinking of what I had whispered to Zero before he went to bed.
Don't be suprised if one day, you wake up and find a few feathers in your bed. It only means those three little words mean something big.
Zero's face turned a shade of red~brighter than those neon 'welcome' and 'open' signs as he stunbled trying to tell me to shut up and ask how I thought this was funny, while I giggled. Alex gave me the eye from my giggleing and Alex's face. I just stuck me toung out giving him the 'get a life' look.
I now wanted to fly so bad.
So so bad.
Not just up to the rafters, but for a distance. So I could skim my hand across the crystal-clear moonlit waters, and watch the lights of the cities glissen in the darkness.
"Sissy" I heard the squeel from below, as it disrupted my train of thought, makeing me fall of the rafter landing on the polished wood floor with a thud.
"Yes Minnie?" I asked, hideing my anger while picking myself up.
"I heard a crashing noise from downstairs. I'm scared" I then felt the presents of a demon. Gosh they couldn't give me a break.
"Stay here, okay? And stay silent, got it?" I picked her up and flew her up to the rafter that I layed on only moments ago.
"Okay sissie" was all she could say, for she held a blanket up to her face.
I opened the small duffel bag of miss matched objects that I took from the moveing truck. Right on top was the knife. The knife that wouldn't get out of my life.
I bolted down the stairs, clutching the knife in my hand tightly as I wildly kicked open Zero's door.
Zero was gasping for breath as the demon had him in his gigantic fist, as Zero cried out my name
"Luanna...Please...Save...Me"
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Those With Wings
Teen Fiction***EDITING IN PROCESS WEAR A HARDHAT AND PROTECTIVE EYEWEAR*** Luanna and Alex are two teenage 'Angels' who were enslaved in a kingdom high up in the sky. They are the last of their type--those with wings. Zero is your typical teenage boy; a nobody...
