Poison

Little Angel

It had been a couple days, constant back pain and awful sleep. At first, Ethan chopped it up to just the sleep but it stated about the same time and it.. was especially awful this morning. Waking up too early, knowing it was by the dim lights and feeling Izzy beside him. He rolled to face her, a quiet growl of pain escaping his lips as he reached out for the covers on him and throwing them off of him. He mumbled to himself about the pain, angry. It only took about a minute after he threw the covers off when he realized something. He felt something brush against his hand, something softer then the sheets over him, something that almost.. tickled. It was too familiar. His eyes went wide and he pushed himself to sit up. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" For a second he thought he was dreaming, that he had just imagined it, with that dream on his mind almost constantly. He fumbled out of bed, stumbling to a run towards the bathroom. He slammed he door behind him and looked into the mirror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Izzy heard his yell, sitting up quickly but not fast enough to catch him before he slammed the door shut. She pulled herself up and farted out after him, knocking on the door quickly. "Ethan??" She asked frantically. "Ethan are you okay?" She pleaded for him to open the door, twisting the locked knob. "What's wrong??"
August had pretty much locked himself in his room again, due to the headaches. The pain in his skull becoming too much to move, eat, or handle noise. He heard Ethan yelling and wanted to go to him but the pain was.. unbearable. He let out a cry, holding a pillow over his head. "Shut up.." he whimpered desperately. He didn't feel the new horns that had grown in over the past few days, having not been up to look at himself.
Ethans eyes were wide, and they sparked into the blue color, reflecting off the mirror and hitting the wall behind him. He couldn't speak, he just.. froze, completely paralyzed by the reflection in the mirror. Wings? "No..no.. no I'm fucking crazy." He laughed a bit, taking a step back and shaking his head. But when he got a glimpse again, he went back to his staring only this time, turning slightly to look. His shaky hand traveled to his right wing, and knew when he felt it, it was real. He let out a shaking breath, watching as he moved in the mirror. . Quiet at first, trembling, he spoke. "I..I'm fine Izzy." His eyes never left the hand on his wing. That's when he realized he couldn't stay locked up because of this. They were going to find out somehow. He wasn't scared of them judging him, or being scared of him. They were okay with Auggy when he had wings, why would he be any different.. right? His arm fell to his side, and without much thought, they slowly, stretched out, showing him the underside. They were a bright, clean white, almost reaching the floor. He looked down at his feet, a couple of feathers had fallen off in his panic to run to the bathroom. "Shit...." he mumbled.
Izzy listened to every word he mumbled in there, resting her forehead on the door. "You're scaring me.." she did quietly, desperately. "Can you open the door..? Please..?" She begged, scared of what he was panicking so much over. They had seen it all, they had already found out he was an angel. So what was so bad..? Those are the thoughts that scared her so bad. Of course she wouldn't care what changes his body went through, if he grew wings or grew ten feet tall or anything like that, but his reaction terrified her.
He hesitated, watching as they tucked themselves back in comfortably. It's like he was commanding them to move without thinking about it. But they were doing exactly what he wanted without it. He unlocked the door at first, waiting before cracking it. "Um.." He bit his lip, trying to think of something he could say, some way to warn her for the.. sight.. in front of her. But he gave in, sighing as he opened the door. "See.. I'm.. fine." He tried to smile a little, hoping maybe she wouldn't notice at first, but it was obvious, and he knew that.
She seen them instantly, but she didn't care, wrapping her arms around him for a second before giggling and wiggling her way around him to cuddle up to them. "No way!" She squeaked. "You have wings?? They're so soft and fluffy!" She giggled, getting cozy. "And waaarrrmmmm.." she purred, obviously she was perfectly fine with the sight. "You're gonna cuddle me with these. You don't have a choice." She said playfully sternly. She wasn't.. really thinking before acting. She was acting like a child who had just received a new stuffie. It was kind of adorable.. her eyes were bright and happy, running around him to be in front of him again. She calmed herself, realizing how stupid she must seem. "I'm sorry.. I just.. they looked so soft and I couldn't.." she tried to explain herself, her cheeks bright pink.
Ethan watched her, freezing up at first but when he felt a smile tug at his lips, he felt his cheeks burn a bit. "T-that's fine." He replies to her demands, watching her run around him. He... never sees her like this, this is new. And it only made him giggle. Suddenly he.. wasn't freaking out. "I'm glad you like them..?" He spoke, sounding more like a question. He looked at her as she tried to explain and laughed, messing with her hair. "It's okay love." He was suddenly very.. very awake.
She giggled, looking up at him and hugging him tight once more. She was still so.. eccentric about it. "August is gonna be jealous. And so is Gram!" She squealed, almost bouncing. "I don't know about Max. He's an oddball.." she seemed so hyper, giggling. She was happy he was okay, and was excited to cuddle up to him with the new wings. Excited for how fluffy and warm they was.
Ethan laughed with her, biting his lip a bit. "I'm sure they will.." he almost couldn't believe the way she was acting. She was always so grown up and mature, rarely ever showed more emotion than a nurturing mother one. This childish, squeaky bubbly one was probably his favorite. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "Now if I can figure this out.." he laughed at himself, but without struggle, the wings stretched out wrapping themselves around her.
She giggled when she felt him pull her close, holding onto his arms gently. She felt those big, fluffy wings wrap around her and she did the thing where you hop from one foot to the other, giggling and wiggling around. "I love this!" She laughed, leaning her head back to look up at him. She.. knew she wasn't acting the way she usually did, but she didn't care to try and hide it. She let herself enjoy this moment, and she could tell Ethan felt much more secure about them with how happy she got, and that was why she just.. let herself act so childish, getting so excited. "Now you're not allowed to move." She insisted, getting cozy.
He blushed a bit at her wiggling and took a step back, folding them in. "Sorry beautiful, but this angels too tired to stand." He laughed and grabbed her wrist, pulling her on to the bed. But he did something, laying her on her back and climbing over her. His eyes met with hers and he leaned down, kissing her softly. "I wonder if they'll get in the way.." he smirked, giggling a bit.
She squeaked, looking up at him. "Why don't we find out..?" She asked, wrapping her legs around his waist lovingly. Though.. they were being too loud. The thudding of Ethan's movement and the squeaking of Izzy. It's all August could focus on. "SHUT UP!" He screamed, digging his nails into the sides of his head. The scream hurt his head more, curling up on his bed and trying his damndest to go back to sleep. Izzy heard the scream, her eyes widening. "He's angry." She said quietly, looking up at him.
Ethan giggles when he felt her led around him, moving one to hold on to one of her legs but the scream broke his smile almost instantly, turning towards the door. "Oopsie.." he whispered, giggling quietly. He bit his lip, sighing a bit disappointed, but more or less playfully. "Guess we'll have to wait.." he let go of her, trying to be quiet as he walked to the other side and lied beside her. "He's been locked up for awhile.. should we check on him?" He looked at her, his eyes showing more concern than anything else. He would've checked on him earlier, but he knew how he was. When he's like this, he liked to be alone. Ethan didn't want to upset him, so he let him be. But it had been so long. He was starting to worry.
Izzy watched him, cuddling up to him and pouting playfully. "We don't need to anger him anymore than he already is." She giggled, but the worry in his eyes and voice caught her attention. "It's been a couple days.. I think we should." She said quietly. "Do you want me to come?" She asked, knowing how Ethan would get if something was wrong.
Ethan bit his lip, and nodded. "Yeah.." he stood up, still trying to stay quiet. What was wrong with him? Did he.. find out what happened? Was he angry at him for it? Fuck.. he let his mind wander, which is always always a mistake. He walked out the door, knowing Izzy would follow and made it to his door. He knocked softly, as soft as he could at least. "Auggy?" He practically whispered, noticing how sensitive he was to sound all of a sudden. "Everything okay?"
Izzy got up and followed after him without hesitation, silent on her feet. The boy heard the knocking and the question. "Yeah, it's fine." He mumbled, trying to sit up. He didn't even realize how long it had been sense he left his room, but it was one of those migraines that just.. paralyze you. He put his face in his hands, doubling over. "Fuck.." he mumbled, reaching over and grabbing the pill bottle next to his bed. Those heavy duty painkillers he'd taken from Max, who didn't want them in Zaynes room anyway. He popped the lid off, downing almost half the bottle and standing up, knowing it would relieve some of the pain. "I'm fine." He repeated.
Ethan heard the rustling, the rattling from the bottle. What the hell is going on? "Um.. that's good." He started, feeling like he needed to do something. "Well can I.. come in for a bit?" He asked, trying to figure out what the hell it was. His new addition to his body and completely slipped his mind, so he didn't even think to tell Auggy about it.
August heard that, sighing from relief knowing he didn't have to leave the darkness of the room. "Sure thing." He said, sitting back on his bed and curling up. "Don't rue the light on." He hissed, knowing he was gonna be sensitive to the light. Why wasn't his headache going away naturally? He healed. He was suppose to heal quickly. The only thing he's not healed was when it had to do with his wings. And they still hadn't grown back, so this had nothing to do with that.
He smiled a bit, relieved. He obeyed, cracking the door open quietly, slowly, and leaving the light off. He looked around first, before walking to the bed and sitting at the end of it. His eyes tracked up to Auggy, a bit worried. "You feeling okay?" He spoke a little louder, just above a whisper. He didn't want to make him angry, he didn't really know what he was walking into.
He heard him walk in, looking at him. "Well that's new.." he said quietly, looking at his wings. "So I was right, huh?" He asked, a little smile on his face as he felt the pain start to ease. "Don't try to rip them off like I did.. hurts like a bitch." He mumbled. Then he replied to his question. "My head just hurts.. I'm fine." He promised.
Ethan looked at them himself, laughing a bit at his forgetfulness. "Yeah, it is." He looked down a bit, but quickly back up at him with his promise. "It's been a couple days.. maybe we should go get you checked out." Ethan didn't know if demons could get sick or something, but something was wrong, and he had to see what it was. "We could take you today.."
August smiled at the way he laughed, then furrowed his brows at his offer. "I.. don't think doctors will react very well to a demon.." he hesitated. He hated the hospital anyway. Too many bad memories there. "Maybe we should just call Zeke?" He felt.. better now. The medicine making it feel like his head was normal, like the bones in his head hadn't been deformed and contorted into a new shape. "The pills helped a lot.. I have to thank Max later." He said quietly.
Ethan sighed a little and nodded. "Alright.. we can do that." He smiled a bit, and reached out to mess with his hair before he stood up. Just like he always does. But he froze, his hand in the boy's hair. His eyes went wide, and he looked up at his hand.
August clinched a little, but then seen the way Ethan froze and stared for a minute. "Ethan?" He Asked, narrowing his eyes a little. "What is it?" He asked, a little worried.
He let his arm fall back to his side, continuing to stand. "Auggy.. close your eyes." He demanded, pulling out his phone and turning the screen one. He pointed towards him and he.. froze up again. Little, stubby horns poked through the boy's red hair. "What the hell.." he mumbled, reaching up to touch one gently.
August did as told without farther question, seeing the light against his eyelids, hearing his reaction. "What is it?" He repeated his question, feeling him like at his head. He didn't.. notice anything off. It felt like he was poking the top of his head.
"August I think um.." he cut himself off, turning the phone off and stuffing it back in his pocket. He glanced at Izzy for a minute, hoping she seen it too. "I think we've both got a surprise today." He couldn't think of another way to say it. "I think I've figured out the headaches."
Izzy seen it, her eyebrows raised. But she kept silent, letting Ethan explain. August opened up his eyes, looking at him. "What is it?" He repeated his question for the third time, still utterly confused. The hell did Ethan mean by that?
He poked them again, noticing it didn't bother him too much. "Well um.." He smirked a bit, sitting back down. "You know how little kids dress up like demons on Halloween? You're that kid." He started to laugh a bit, poking and being far too touchy with them. It was fun. He felt almost like Izzy did, but a lot less hyper.
August made a face, finally catching on. "Horns..?" He asked, slowly reaching up and poking the opposite one that Ethan was touching. It felt so weird.. so smooth, without flaws. "I get angels having wings. But nobody else has horns." He started bitching about them. He'd only just got rid of the issues with the wings. Now he had to deal with tiny little horns on his head? "Not even Zeke has them!" His voice broke, whining. Izzy laughed, leaning on the wall. "You guys are both special." She joked, unable to hide the laughter at how angry August was getting over it.
Ethan laughed with her, putting his arm down again. "Oh hush, you'll be fine." He stretched his wings out, looking at them. "At least I won't be as wierd looking with you around." He spoke, referring to having his new wings. "Don't do something stupid." He knew he still sounded a bit playful, but knew Auggy would take him seriously.
August giggled a little at him, nodding slowly. He couldn't help but giggle some more. He wasn't so different all alone anymore. "We're both freaks now." He joked, reaching out and touching the mans feathers. "Those are softer than mine was. Is it an angel thing?" He smiled.
Ethan shrugged, letting him go with it. He kind of expected everyone else to do the same. "Could be." He smiled, looking at him. It was good to see him again, especially giggly like this. That's when he let himself think about it. What are the chances of brothers being total opposites like this? His hand rested in his lap, wondering if he could.. do something about auggys headaches.
August could see it in his eyes that he was thinking, and he made the same realization he did. "Pfft.. it's funny.." he said, leaning back on the wall. "It's like a dramatic supernatural movie." He said, making a movie advertising voice. "Two brothers, one an angel, one a demon." He raised his hand up to his head. It wasn't hurting again, but it didn't feel right.
He put on his best tv personality voice to go along with them. "The adventures of a demon and an angel, but they're brothers?!" He laughed at himself, noticing the gesture, he put his hand out a bit. "You Alright Auggy?" He sounded a little more concerned, like he had when he was at the door.
August giggled, grinning at the way he made it sound. "Light headed." He said, looking at him. "But fine." He reassured him, closing his eyes again. "God I don't see how Zayne got hooked on this shit, it don't feel right." He grumbled angrily. He expected it to be better. But it was more disappointing.
Ethan sighed a bit, disregarding the comment about zayne. He didn't like to talk about him. He didn't like knowing he let that boy get that far down. "Well let you rest, yeah?" He smiled, standing up again. Ethan didn't want to make it any worse for him. He figured he'd text Zeke himself and see if there was some way to fix the boy's pain.
He nodded, happy to lay back down. "Sounds good.." he said, yawning. He was ready for another nap. "I'll message Zeke later.. he'll get a kick out of seeing you with your big ass wings." He teased, curling up to his pillows. He poked at the little horns on his head, looking up at him.
Ethan laughed and messed with his hair like always. "You do that little boy." He teased back, turning to look at Izzy. "Look at that little bundle of joy." He laughed, finally walking out and closing the door behind him.
Izzy giggled at Ethan's comment, shaking her head. "He's like a chihuahua." She said, snorting before giggling. She skipped down the stairs, knowing Ethan would follow. Max and Gram was already in the kitchen, and they were.. struggling. So fucking bad. Trying to make breakfast. "Thank god you're awake." Max groaned. "Help." He pleaded. Gram was laughing, walking off to the living room with his face in his hands in embarrassment.
Ethan laughed and nodded, not the slightest of an argument. He stumbled down the stairs behind her and noticed the smell too quickly. It wasn't something he's smelled before, and it wasn't a good one. "Oh my god what did you guys do?" He watched as Gram walked past embarrassed. "Gram!" He laughed a bit, trying to make it a bit worse for him.
Gram started laughing, throwing himself on the couch. "I give up!" He breathed, shaking his head. "I am done!" Max laughed at the other, taking the embarrassment. "Give us some credit.. we tried." He laughed. Even if Zayne knew how to cook, Max did not. And neither did Gram.
Ethan let them go, sitting at the table. As much as he loved cooking, he did not have the will power to do it right now. "Yeah yeah, and if the house burns down we know who to blame." He smirked, pointing and eying max down playfully. He adjusted in his seat a bit, trying to find a comfortable way to sit without pulling at bottom feathers.
Max caught the way he looked at him, laughing a little. He trotted over, poking his wings. "Soft." He said sternly, letting Izzy take over his and Grams failure. He giggled, showing a more.. kiddish side than that that he always portrayed. Most of the time he was being a jackass or being mature.
Ethan laughed and nodded. "I was waiting for a reaction from you two." He smiled, scooting up a bit and stretching it out to show him. "Pretty, huh?" He smiled, a little proud of them. The reactions from everyone really boosted up his confidence with them. He knew he'd grow to like them. It was already happening.
Gram hadn't noticed yet, his hands hiding his face when Ethan had entered, blinding him. After Max pointed them out, Gram hopped back up and almost danced over. "I want wings like that!" He pouted. "They're so pretty.." he said, cuddling up to them the way Izzy had.
Ethans face burned a bit with both of them surrounding him. "I'm sorry.." he giggled, keeping the one stretched out. "It's gonna take some getting used to though." He looked at Izzy, unsure of what to do other than sit and let them do as they please.
She seen the way he blushed, snickering. "Just be glad they're teenagers and not toddlers." She said softly. "Boys, give him some space, you're smothering him." She defended the man, knowing he was clueless as to how to do that. They both backed down, returning to their spots. "sorry dad." Gram giggled. Max sat across from Ethsn, watching Izzy restart breakfast.
Ethan laughed and put his hands on the table. "It's okay guys." He looked at Izzy, covering his mouth on grams side, mouthing "Thank you" a little dramatically. His wings fell back in their comfy position, and he did the same as max, watching as she started her turn of cooking.
She giggled, Bowing her head in his direction. Max sat quietly for a minute, letting the room fall quiet. "Hey dad?" He asked quietly, his voice was heavy. Holding more emotion than it had before. More.. grim emotion. He decided to try to talk, not knowing what to do anymore. He was in full control, and he knew Zayne was clean of the drugs, he could probably quit now because Max let his body get clean of them. But.. that part would be on Zayne. It's also be on him to stop cutting. And Max was.. scared.
Ethan smiled, but max had caught his attention. His voice caught him off guard, losing his smile a bit, he looked at him. "Yeah?" He let his eyes darken a little at his tone, showing a bit more of a serious look. Ethan was beyond grateful for what Max had done for zayne, but he knew it wasn't just for him. It was max's body too, it didn't change anything though.
Max looked at the table, unable to keep eye contact. He didn't.. know how to ask for help, to talk about it. "do you miss Zayne?" He asked, biting his lip. Scared to hear the answer. Of course he did. Zayne was his kid. Max was just something taking the place of his kid until he was healthy. But he didn't want to give Zayne back. He didn't want to go back to being a prisoner.
Ethans eyebrows furrowed and he shifted a bit. He could start to see what was happening. Max didn't want to go back. "I do." He started, propping his arm up with his cheek in his hands. He didn't really.. know how he could see it was okay, that's max could stay a little longer. That zayne didn't have to be in full control all the time. "It's been fun with you so far max. We don't see each other enough." He tried smile a little, glancing down at the table. "No one is asking you to leave, no one wants you to." He finished, hoping max understood at least in the slightest.
Max looked up at him, having.. not really heard that before. It gave that much more reassurance. "Really..?" He asked quietly, looking at Izzy for a confirmation that Ethan wasn't just lying. Izzy put down her things for a moment, turning to wrap her arms around him. "You're my little baby just as much as Zayne is." She smiled, kissing his cheek. "And I love you just as much. I've loved our time together so far." She said lovingly, keeping her arms around him and resting her chin on his head gently.
Ethan watched the two, smiling again. It was difficult not to. Seeing everyone happy like this, it always got him.
Max smiled a little at the way she reacted, and the way Ethan did, too. He really.. really didn't want to go. But they wanted the other back. He just.. wanted one more day. Then he'd give him back to them. He fought down any tears that tried to escape, during his own tongue. Izzy smiled, returning to her cooking.