A Devilish Gamble

The Secret Is Out

Immediately after getting out into the air Dice felt his paranoia spike up in an instance. He took a breath as his back tensed and walked down the street. He tried to remain calm. There was still a few people around. His eyes scanned around looking for Nicky's familiar face so he could avoid it. Dice jumped out of his skin when he heard a bottle rattle on the otherside of the street. He whipped around to look to his left. He saw a cat rummaging around the trash.

With a thankful sigh Dice calmed down a little. He started to walk down the street again. He smiled a little as he calmed himself down more.
'See Dice? Getting upset over nothing. Nicky ain't after ya' he thought as he passed the open mouth of a side alley.

Dice let out a small yell as he was suddenly pulled back into the side alley by the back of his shirt. He was flung inside. He hit the back wall with force and slunk down to the floor. He let out a grunt of pain on impact and let out a hazed groan as he lifted his head from being limp. His thoughts were foggy and dazed due to his brain being battered slightly in his skull. He coughed a little as the blow had taken the air from his lungs and looked up with half closed eyes due to being stunned. A familiar ginger figure stood over him. The figure he had been fearing of walking into all night.

"Did you really think I'd still let you walk my streets?" Nicky challenged as he towered over Dice. Nicky's face was still red and bruised from the ass-whooping he had gotten despite the week and few days that had passed. In his hand he held what seemed to be a switchblade. It's metallic blade shone in the little moonlight that entered the otherwise dark alley. Dice tried to get to his feet his mind still rather groggy and slow from the impact. Only go get kicked back down by Nicky. He flinched as he hit the floor on his right side and let out another small whine of pain. Unable to hold it in as the pain mounted on top of the bruises he already had from the fight which seemed to be almost a fortnight ago.

"You've been a piece of scum you know that Dice? You've lied to me. You've stepped out of place. You don't listen to me anymore. You've ruined me." Nicky snarled as he watched and let Dice finally get to his feet.

The two stood opposite eachother. Dice was slightly haunched over due to the pain he felt in his side. They both shared eyecontact. Their eyes reflecting the serious stance they had of not wanting to stand down. The adrenaline pulsing around Dice made his mind so focused on the threat in front of him. He hadn't noticed the pearly white wings sprouting out of his bag and spreading out in an aggressive stance. They made him look bigger and larger. Like much more of a powerful threat then he looked without them. He now rather towered over Nicky. His goal was to intimidate Nicky into submission. Dice knew he wasn't going to win the fight. Not while Nicky had a weapon. Dice knew he could run if it came to it. He had revealed his curse to Nicky.

His wings. The wings his tormentor had gifted him upon his birth. His wings. The constant reminder of who he was. Of what he was. Of who is father was. The constant reminder that e wasn't normal. He hated his wings. No he hated what they represented.

Once upon a time Dice had wanted to cut them off but couldn't bring himself to. He didn't want to go through the pain. Plus he couldn't lash out on his wings because of his anger towards his tormentor. The man who had given them to him. He could remember the day he had found out. What he was. Who he was. That was the Dice had found a true anger of hatred. It was the day he had finally understood his mothers anger at religion. He understood why his mother never spoke of his father. It had become clear that day.

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The boy knelt cowering. His arms were wrapped around himself, his shirtless body shivered and was wet with sweat. His breathing was rapid and fast as he looked up at his mother fearfully. A pair of white glowing wings were spread out from his back. They were large and glistened in the light of the apartment. Tears pricked at the boys eyes as he panicked.

"W-W-what am I?" He cried up at his mother scaredly, his white hair falling over his right eyes slightly blocking his vision.

"There's something I've been needing to tell you love.."his mother started softly, kneeling down to her son.
His teary eyes looked up at her as she gently swept the hair from his face and cupped his cheeks in her hands.

"You're not human My Boy, your  father is God. A foul man who's heart is full of fake love and forgiveness. He has a cruel revolting heart. Constantly tricking people into joining his sick and twisted torture. You became one of his slaves My Darling, I'm so so sorry. I tried to protect you from it" she said in a soft voice that cracked with emotion as she struggled to tell her son about his curse.

The words felt like a ton of bricks falling down on his little world. His mint green eyes fell to look at the floor as his little mind whirred over everything he was told. It was a lot to take in for a twelve year old. His mother pulled him close in a hug and cradled him on her lap, gently rocking him back and forth like a young child as he cuddled up to her.

"I tried to shield you. From him. He's corrupted this world so much. I didn't want you to follow his deceitful path"
his mother wept, protecting her son in her arms.
The boys body still quaked in her arms, he clinged to her as his mind turned over and over. Trying to process what he had just been told. It felt as if his whole life had been a lie.

"Mama, I promise I won't be like him. I'll do everything I can to not follow his path. I won't allow myself to I promise" he said quietly in a hushed voice. Unknowing that because of his father: his life would have multiple things thrown at him.

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Nicky's snarl grew and he clutched the switchblade tighter.

"I always knew you were a freak. Freak or not imma kill ya!" He claimed leaping forward to tackle Dice to the ground.

His knife held out in front of him. Dice flinched and ducked under the swinging knife. The feathers of his wings only just skipping the edge of the sharp blade. He and Nicky had now switched places. Dice was closer to the open street while Nicky was concealed in the alley. Nicky stumbled with his landing but twisted around to face Dice. Who in turn, decided to turn and start to flee down the street. His wings flapping in an attempt to help him go faster. Gasps came from the few people in the street as they witnessed the Angel fleeing. For Dice was living proof of the impossible.

Nicky pursued him until Dice ran out on to the open street. Where all the cars and people were. A chorus of gasps and screams came as people witnessed Dice. He was a supernatural being that went against all laws of logical science of course. It was expected for people to be scared or freak out about  it.

Nicky sank back into the shadows of the dirtier street. His threat being over for now as he didn't want to be caught by the police or draw any unwanted attention to himself. He knew he'd get another chance to get Dice. If Dice hadn't just ruined his reputation and any chances at living a normal life again already.

Dice scrambled into his apartment. Immediately locking himself inside and leaning back against the door. His sides heaved with exhaustion. It took him hours to calm down. Even then he didn't feel safe. He paced his apartment.

He had to leave. With the safety of sunlight guiding his way he'd leave. He'd just disappear. Without a trace. Nobody would or could find him. Specially Nicky. His mind thought back to the man in the bar. Las Vegas. Dice thought of what the man had said, about this Damon De'vil. He thought of all the casinos and bars. All of the people who would willingly gamble away everything. He thought of all the easy cash to rack in. He thought of how Nicky wouldn't be able to catch him. He thought of how he'd be a complete stranger there. He thought about how he could once again live a normal life. Where nobody would point or stare because the word of what he was had gotten around. It seemed perfect. He'd pack his things and leave as soon as the sun's soft light graced the land. He'd disappear completely.