A Place Of Their Own

Chapter 5: Regret

                      "No no no no, this can't be happening," the man said staring at the two smiling girls. "I'm just dreaming. Yeah! That's it! It's just a bad dream!"

                     "You're going to wish it was a bad dream," the winged-girl giggled menacingly. The scythe she had in her hand was inches from his face. It had four long blades and the handle was designed to look like it was made from the head and spine of a skeleton.

                     "But you need not cry," the girl with the wolf tail said, giving a look of fake sympathy.

                     "It will be over soon," the winged-girl continued. Both girls swung there weapons in sync and slashed the throat of the man in opposite directions. He grabbed for his neck blood pouring from the wounds, letting out gargled noises before his hands fell and he perished. The girls laughed at there handy work. The winged-girl glanced at the blood on her scythe and licked the blood off one of the blades.

                    "I really do love our nights out, Nova," the wolf-tailed girl said with a smile.

                    "As do I, sister," Nova giggled, but as she turned her face fell. "Soda get over here by me."

                   "Why?" She asked as she turned around to look. Behind her was a large group holding guns to the sisters' heads. A boy stepped forward in the group. He had long, brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The brown hat on his head had a medium sized brim and had a golden rope tied around it. He was thin as well, and his face showed fear, determination, and kindness.

                  "Please put down your weapons and come with us," he stated. The blood covered girls looked at each other, and fought back their laughter.

                  "Or what?" Nova taunted grinning from ear to ear, exposing her sharp fangs. She bared her wings and held up her scythe menacingly. The boy sighed. One of the group members shot next to Nova's foot. She looked at where the bullet hit and let out a small laugh.

                   "Is that supposed to scare us?" She said sarcastically. "Please say yes, that would be priceless". The boy walked up to her, getting a bit too close for comfort. Soda prepared to stab the boy but Nova stopped her. Nova's curiosity as to what he would do had caused her to let her guard down.

                 "Please, don't argue with us. We want to help you."

                 "That's why your holding guns at us. We don't even know who you are, why should we trust you anyway?" Soda pointed out.

                  "My name is Noah," he said as he signaled the men to lower their guns. Nova and Soda exchanged knowing glances.

                 "Well, Noah, we don't need help," Soda started.

                 "But you might". Nova slashed her claws at Noah's face but he jumped back at the last second. Gunshots echoed as the men shot at the girls. The bullets bounced off them as Nova's hand glowed with red flames.

                "She put up a shield, don't waste your bullets!" Noah ordered. Soda snickered.

                "You seem to be a little young to be commanding a group. How old are you? Five?" She joked at the obvious late-teenager. He actually looked around our age.

                "I'm eight-teen," he scoffed. The girls snickered at the fact he answered her obvious rhetorical question.

                "Well, I believe we should be leaving," Nova said in a hostile manner. Like she was daring him to try and stop their departure. The girls started walking towards the group and Nova used her magic to make the men move aside for them to pass. One of the men, though, instinctively raised his gun and shot at Nova. She waved her hand and the bullet was deflected back into the man's leg. He howled in pain and dropped to the floor. Nova smirked and brought her scythe down on his neck, decapitating him. With that, they turned and walked away. They never saw Noah again...

                Raven remembered that night like it was yesterday. To be honest, she wished her and her sister had accepted Noah's help. If they had, she might not be flying away from her apartment with tears staining her face. She feared that this may be the start of something she can never return from.