Wingless Angel (Bunny)

Chapter 1--Different

Angels. Creatures of beauty and magic. Blessed from the heavens above to be able to do wonderful and powerful things. Able to bring light into what can be a really dark world. Those who are blessed with this great gift have brought many of them to a different time. Some want nothing more then to try and live their lives as they once were. Among those who seem to need their lights in their lives. While others want to make it clear to all that they are with this great gift. In the little town of South Park, Angels and humans live day to day lives as if nothing was different about them. One family however carried a dark secret and felt as if they were cursed for what they were given.

Within a small home tucked between many house that looked the same but were different by color was a family. The Scotch family. They were a rather quiet family it seemed when they were out with the others. The mother and father happily spoke to others about what they were and showed off their wings of beautiful golds and whites. A color that seemed the most common among the adults of their kind. Their son, only 16 stood back from his parents watching with his baby blue eyes. His eyes held longing...jealousy watching his parents flaunt what they had in front of him.

His blond hair fell into his face, having it grown out since he was small. His eyes traveled away from his parents for a moment then down to his porcelain skin on his hands then to the baby blue sweater he wore to try and hid that skin. He began to rub his knuckles together as if it seemed to be a habit of his. His eyes traveled back up when he heard his parents call for him as he walked with them home.

Once behind closed doors was when the yelling began and the sound of pure disappointment. The boy stood there taking the screams as he always did before he made his way up the stairs to his room. He pushed open the door to a blue room filled with posters and drawings of creatures with wings. He shut the door slowly behind him as he unzipped his sweater letting it slowly fall to the ground. He walked slowly across his room as he pulled the white shirt he wore off as he stopped in front of a mirror that sat in his room.

He drew in a long deep breath as his eyes traveled slowly over his thin, frail body as his skin seemed to resemble newly fallen snow. The shirt slowly fell from his hands as he turned himself just a little to the side so that he could see his shoulders. There...along his shoulder blades were deep red and purple marks. He reached back letting his fingers brush against the area that he could reach. His eyes fell slowly before his hand went to his face moving the hair from it so that the scar over his eye was seen better. "Well...tomorrow starts another school year Butters," he told himself as he stood up as tall as he could letting his eyes travel down to the old marks that stood boldly out on his arms, "Let's hope that it goes better"