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shouldn’t have been there. Without hesitating, I allowed my instincts to take over. I chucked the apple in my hand and, with luck I didn’t know I possessed, nailed one of them right in the face.
“What the hell?!” The boy I hit exclaimed in a deep voice. He rubbed his now red nose with a scowl on his face. He was the shorter of the two, not by much, with dark blond hair and light blue eyes.
“There now, Erion,” The other boy chuckled, “I’m going to have to wash out your mouth with soap.” I could not help but stare. The joking boy was beautiful. His messy dark brown hair laid in short, dark waves atop his head, bits of red flashing in the dim light of the room. His eyes glistened black as coal and they were alight with a playful shine. His lightly bronzed skin without blemish. His jaw was clearly defined, as was the rest of his body. His lean, athletic frame corded with strong muscle. The long sleeved white shirt and pocketed black pants he wore only accentuated his perfect features. He could have been one of those male models that you always see in magazines promoting whatever it is they are trying to sell. It took all of my willpower not to gawk.
But I could barely admire the handsomeness of the two boys when something about their appearance warranted my full attention: the strange things I had noticed when they first walked in were now identifiable in the brighter light. I bit my tongue to hold back a scream.
They had wings.
The boys each sported a pair of feathery wings, like avenging angels coming to deliver me. The blond boy’s were white with a sky blue tinge while the dark haired boy had a pitch black set, slightly larger than his companion’s. The two of them were opposite in looks, light and dark. Both possessed a terrifying beauty. I was imagining these winged intruders, there could be no other explanation. But when the blond boy ruffled his white feathers angrily, I physically felt the light wind that rolled from their tips.
“She threw an apple at me!” Erion, the blondie, exclaimed. He threw his hands vehemently into the air, “Who does that?”
“Maybe she thought you were hungry. If that’s the case, you should consider thanking her.”
“Shut up, Ash.”
“I will not.” Ash grinned devilishly at his companion and turned back to me. His eyes scrutinized me, as if to observe me under a microscope. I squirmed with self conscious unease. He took a tentative step forward, his hand out in a way that said I won’t hurt you . But at this point, I could not afford to trust anyone; especially a winged figment of my imagination. My dress still held half a dozen apples and I reached down into the pocket and wrapped my fingers around another grenade. I raised it by my head threateningly, poised and ready to launch.
“Don’t come any closer!” I warned, putting as much authority into my tone as possible. Despite my forceful intentions, my voice shook like a child in the snow.
Ash smirked, “Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely terrified of your ammunition,” I glared back at him, “but we are sort of under a time schedule.” His dark eyes flashed, a short burst of fiery red and orange. I gasped as his irises blazed. A yelp escaped my clenched teeth when the apple I held in my hand spontaneously combusted. I dropped it in terror and watched as the fruit crackled and flickered, consumed by flames. The liquid fire licked the white flesh of the apple, scorching the sugar to an awful brown. The fire ripped through the fruit, maliciously destroying the matter atom by atom. I pondered that ferocity for a brief moment, mesmerized by the existence of something so wholly malicious. Ripping my eyes away from the burning apple, I returned my shocked gaze to Ash, whose eyes had gone back to their original dark color. Amusement danced in their depths.
He smiled brightly and held out his hand, “Alright, now that we find ourselves in a much more diplomatic situation, what do yah say we
“What the hell?!” The boy I hit exclaimed in a deep voice. He rubbed his now red nose with a scowl on his face. He was the shorter of the two, not by much, with dark blond hair and light blue eyes.
“There now, Erion,” The other boy chuckled, “I’m going to have to wash out your mouth with soap.” I could not help but stare. The joking boy was beautiful. His messy dark brown hair laid in short, dark waves atop his head, bits of red flashing in the dim light of the room. His eyes glistened black as coal and they were alight with a playful shine. His lightly bronzed skin without blemish. His jaw was clearly defined, as was the rest of his body. His lean, athletic frame corded with strong muscle. The long sleeved white shirt and pocketed black pants he wore only accentuated his perfect features. He could have been one of those male models that you always see in magazines promoting whatever it is they are trying to sell. It took all of my willpower not to gawk.
But I could barely admire the handsomeness of the two boys when something about their appearance warranted my full attention: the strange things I had noticed when they first walked in were now identifiable in the brighter light. I bit my tongue to hold back a scream.
They had wings.
The boys each sported a pair of feathery wings, like avenging angels coming to deliver me. The blond boy’s were white with a sky blue tinge while the dark haired boy had a pitch black set, slightly larger than his companion’s. The two of them were opposite in looks, light and dark. Both possessed a terrifying beauty. I was imagining these winged intruders, there could be no other explanation. But when the blond boy ruffled his white feathers angrily, I physically felt the light wind that rolled from their tips.
“She threw an apple at me!” Erion, the blondie, exclaimed. He threw his hands vehemently into the air, “Who does that?”
“Maybe she thought you were hungry. If that’s the case, you should consider thanking her.”
“Shut up, Ash.”
“I will not.” Ash grinned devilishly at his companion and turned back to me. His eyes scrutinized me, as if to observe me under a microscope. I squirmed with self conscious unease. He took a tentative step forward, his hand out in a way that said I won’t hurt you . But at this point, I could not afford to trust anyone; especially a winged figment of my imagination. My dress still held half a dozen apples and I reached down into the pocket and wrapped my fingers around another grenade. I raised it by my head threateningly, poised and ready to launch.
“Don’t come any closer!” I warned, putting as much authority into my tone as possible. Despite my forceful intentions, my voice shook like a child in the snow.
Ash smirked, “Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely terrified of your ammunition,” I glared back at him, “but we are sort of under a time schedule.” His dark eyes flashed, a short burst of fiery red and orange. I gasped as his irises blazed. A yelp escaped my clenched teeth when the apple I held in my hand spontaneously combusted. I dropped it in terror and watched as the fruit crackled and flickered, consumed by flames. The liquid fire licked the white flesh of the apple, scorching the sugar to an awful brown. The fire ripped through the fruit, maliciously destroying the matter atom by atom. I pondered that ferocity for a brief moment, mesmerized by the existence of something so wholly malicious. Ripping my eyes away from the burning apple, I returned my shocked gaze to Ash, whose eyes had gone back to their original dark color. Amusement danced in their depths.
He smiled brightly and held out his hand, “Alright, now that we find ourselves in a much more diplomatic situation, what do yah say we
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