Two Worlds VI

XVII

Unknown, 11 months ago...

There was a chilling feeling when sensation arose within me. I had felt it before... A long, distant time ago... I found myself in a bright place and realized what had happened.

Someone had broken the lock.

I was free.

All of us.

Even the Cith.

A feeling of deep regret and fear came over me. This wasn't supposed to happen... I looked to my hands and watched as they started going black. I, I was turning into one of them...

I felt a panic rise and I clenched my hands. I needed to find a way to stop this. Something needed to be done to stop this. In a blind panic, I did the one thing I knew would save the part of me that hadn't changed yet. I had to split myself apart from the half that wasn't turning.

I felt my wings tear from my back I screamed as feathers of black, grey, white and brown fell around me. I started falling as the ripping pain coursed through my being. I screamed in pain, starting to hear two screams in my ears. One myself, and the other, him. The physical screaming dimmed as it was mental, my body splitting itself in a bright light, forming the two of us. My wings whistled behind me as we fell, his doing the same.

When we made contact with the ground below, I had lost consciousness.

Cas, present...

I ate in the car quietly, slightly slow to keep from shifting anything badly. Jack ate beside me and the other two ate in the back. I finished and balled up the wrapper.

"What now?" I asked.

"Who's next on the list?" Vincent asked, mouth half full.

"The Veil, we gotta talk to Taylor and them." Jack said.

I nodded, "Alright." I burped and started the car. I breathed heavily and started driving.

"You doin' good?" Jack asked, finishing.

I nodded, "Just tired."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"You want to switch?"

"No, I'm good." I kept driving and he sat back.

After a while of driving, we pulled over for break. I leaned on the car and held the tagged key in my hand, looking down to it. Why the hell would Gram give me a key?

"Cas," Guy said, and I looked at him, putting the key back in my pocket.

"What's up?" I asked.

He had his hands shoved into his pockets, "My stomach feels sick."

I breathed out slightly and went to him, rubbing his back, "It'll be okay, kiddo," I assured him.

"Do you promise you're okay?" He looked at me.

I looked back at him, "Come on, let's go for a walk." I held his hand.

We started walking around the park. He kept his eyes on the ground and held onto my hand. I looked around slightly. The sky was grey and it wasn't too hot or cold.

"It's a nice day," I said quietly, "Might rain." I looked at him, smiling slightly and he stopped. I looked at him as he let my hand go, putting it back into his pockets.

"You didn't answer me," He looked at me and I saw he was about to start crying, "Tell me the truth."

I breathed in sharply, the out, letting the smile leave my face, "I," I looked down slightly, "No," I shook my head and looked back to him, "And I wish I could tell you otherwise."