The Invisible Wings (The Invisible Library Fanfic)

One: The Taken One

To this horror, he realized that he had been here before. He woke shaking from the cold dense air, a metal square cage around him kept him locked inside. He laid on his side, dark blue hair covering his bruised and scarred face. Streaks of deep green hair shined off the top of the reflective metal. Cold metal smashed against his cheek, leaving a dull purple mark there. Heavy whispering surrounded him. Words he couldn't make out. Japanese? Maybe Spanish? The boy thought long and hard then decided, It must be German. A weird presence hovered around like piercing eyes. Watching the boy shiver on the metal ground, he was only four foot seven. Small for a boy his age.

    Mumbling sounded so close, too close. The boy sat up, instantly a throbbing pain jolted up his broken arm, sending a flashback. "I remember what happened." He whispered, he grabbed his arm running his fingers up against a scaly scar that ran up to where his elbow had popped out, blood falling from the deep scar that was most likely created from a deadly blow of some sort. A bump tossed his cage to and fro, hitting the ceiling of something else that was metal, then went tumbling into a hard wall. He bounced off, then hit another wall, and finally the cage went crashing back to the ground. Gravity. Erg. 

Cold metal slashed at him in all directions, he elbowed the ground hard as he landed. A beating jolt of pain throbbed up his tiny arm. He let out a small grunt as the cage stopped rattling.
A familiar taste ran down his bottom lip. It was sweet, but also tasted more copper-like rather than iron. His hand traveled to his bottom lip feeling the liquid blood pour out where he bit his lip. He shrugged and held his arm that beat with every movement, even when sounds hit his ears he cringed.

Wait? Where am I anyways? 


The boy sat up looking around only to see darkness that circled around him.

   "Hey! Watch where your driving, we've got valuable merchandise back there!" It sounded like a man on the other side of the metal wall. I'm in a truck of some sort. But I'm not merchandise...who exactly do these people think they are kidnapping me. He thought, curious on who the men were an where they were taking him.

"Right! Sorry sir..." Another voice called.

No light shined at all through the metal, which didn't help. It only struck more curiosity from the boy and he wanted answers. walls. Is it just me they've taken? It is quiet...but there may be more people?

   "Hello!" He screamed out hoping someone may answer but the same voice from a distance whispered, "He's up, let's put him back to sleep."

Huh? Put him back to sleep? Do they mean me?

A few moments later a gas came through a vent near the back wall. It was thick like cigarette smoke, but tasted and smelt of blueberries. What's this? The boy took a few breaths of air, smelling for something. He started to look tired and a yawn escaped his chapped lips. His eyes closed and drifted away into thoughts that wouldn't turn off. Spiraling into a storm that circled and waved.

He fought the sleepiness, shaking his head from harshly. No..its sleeping gas. Damn! I have to stay awake. The boy looked around at the dark corners in the truck. A sliding window was in the middle. It acted like a peak hole so the drivers could see what was going on in the back if they needed to. Thankfully it was closed and the men wouldn't check with all the gas pouring in. I just need to stay awake, until the gas clears. Then when the men check I'll pretend I'm asleep. Yeah..that'll work. The vent was slightly above the sliding window where the gas was still pouring out. He looked around, eyes adjusting to the dark he doesn't see anyone else. But figures the only other people are the two men in the front.

He closed his eyes and plugged his nose, hoping not to breathe anymore of the sleeping gas in. Normally the gas doesn't last that long. Ten...Fifteen minutes at least.
I can do this.

He waited for the gas to go out but he was slowly losing air, his breathing echoing round and round to the beating of drums in his own heart. Head swirling like leaves on the garage floor, blowing from the gust of a storm wind cloud. His eyes clouding over, waiting for the shock of lightning to bang against his small frame.

The beating of his heat became more faint each second he didn't breathe. He needed air. His mind thought of everything possible smell that smelt so good and soon he found himself breathing in that toxic gas again. 

Mind calmer, eyes drooping closer to closing. Body becoming limp and numb to the cold air that surrounded him.

Eventually his eyes clamped shut against his tan skin. Not willing to open again, the last yawn escaped his lips as he let his mind fade into the twirling waves of a tornado.