Fan Fiction ❯ Flight Over Fire ❯ God Damnit. ( Chapter 2 )

I really don't know if she meant to scare us all, but she did. And with a bang might I add,

She appeared behind him silently, and then hit him hard on the head with a staff, Raven fell to his knees and turned around to see a Goddess of whatever the Goddess she was

She wore a white gown, and her hair was long, curly and blonde. "Raven." She said with a scowl.

"I don't care whom you are! what in the devils name gives you the power to pick on these kids?" raven stood and glared at her brushing himself off. "Who said that I was picking on them? Your always assuming things Epitah." He glowered "Then why is it you have Rhys in tears!" she pointed with her huge staff almost knocking Raven over with it.

"Look Epitah your gonna kill someone with that thing!" she pouted with a smile. "That's what it's for." Rave who stood up behind us, ran his hand threw his Mohawk hair due.

"I guess light and dark don't get along," he said, trying to be cocky really doesn't work for him.

She looked at me once and looked away, and then with a more surprised look, she ran over to me and gave me a hug. "FURAITO!" I was being choked, and I didn't appreciate it much. "Get…' I said winded "Off" men touching me is one thing; women touching me is a whole different ball game.

"I haven't seen you sense you were 3 years old!" she held me by the shoulders and gave me the most pleasant smile. Rhys chuckled behind my back and I stepped on his foot.

"Is that why I don't remember you?" I said questionably, "I'm the Goddess of Light, Epitah." Raven the god of darkness however, had vanished, without a trace.

I looked at her oddly, why would I know a Goddess such as this? It seems the only God I would be entitled too knowing, was Tragedy. He must exist somewhere,

"Oh." I said, like I remembered her but not really, "Well. I will be seeing you again I can guarantee you that Furaito," she smiled again like it was pleasant saying that horrid name.

"Flight" is what it translates to. Awful, I hate my name. I hate everything about it simply because It was giving to me by my parents. "Your name is very significant you know Furaito." She said with a whisper. And I scoffed figuring she was reading my mind.

And she was.

Rhys and Rave were standing behind me like I was some kind of bodyguard, sucks to be them! Because I'm not. I told her I was going home and that nobody could stop me, in this sentence.

"I don't want to deal with this crap anymore! Screw it!" and I stomped off most annoyed.

I ran down the streets just incase they were following; at least I would get some peace before they got to me again.

Oh how wrong I was.

I reached my apartment building looking both ways before walking up those rusted stairs.

Up to my apartment, that was the last one on the line, the doors if you looked at them, got more beat up and dirty as you got down to the end, so you could tell just what kind of people lived their.

I opened up the door, no key needed. It was never locked anyhow. "I'm home." I said bitterly, and found an uncertain silence surrounding me. I didn't like it, all the lights were off except for the red ones that we had for mood lighting as my mother called them, I walked into the living room which was the first room you see after you come out of the midget entrance way.

Candles were burning; this was most unlike my mother and father. "Mom?" I said with a curious look and went more into the living room. I guess you could say that I saw a tone of suspicious things as I walked out into the living room. The couch faced our little tiny fireplace. There was a guitar chord, which belonged to my father, about a 10 foot one, the only one he had. Trailing form around the couch, had he been playing?

I got real scared then, that nobody's home sensation had fled from my mind the second I saw that guitar chord. My father figure wasn't home. And I step around the couch and then shielded my eyes and turned around what I saw and sank to the ground saying. "oh God, oh God," over and over with tears running down my eyes.

My mother was staring at me with her dead eyes, the chord wrapped around her broken neck. "Why?" I was alone, totally. Totally and completely alone, blood ran towards the fireplace from where she'd been stabbed in the chest. I turned and looked at her.

Long brown hair a mess. Just when I thought that it couldn't get worse. Smashed glass

Sat beneath the fireplace, a bottle. He'd been drunk and in the realization of what he did.

He ran away, she looked helpless, her arms were spread out and bent in different directions of what wasn't humanly possible for human's arms to be bent. I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but cry, I was alone with that man now.

I stood and I stumbled and fell covering my face again, what a site to see. For all of those in my entire life who thought I never shed a tear. This was the first time, I had learned to be strong to deal with what my father had done to us, and my walls and shields were up 24/7. My mother was my only friend, and now she is dead. I didn't know what quite to do at this moment so I sat there on the floor, for as long as I could remember, and cried. Cried for all of the things that I couldn't cry for before, couldn't cry because I was afraid that somebody was watching, and then I looked at her again, and realized something that I had because I was in such traumatizing shock.

Those dead eyes were Epitah's eyes. I kept seeing them in my head in comparisons to my mothers. And they were the same blue eyes, And I would never forget my mother, and I would never forget Epitah so long as there was glass around me. Whipping my tears away, and washing my face in the sink, I called the police, after all. I knew now they existed in San Francisco.

Within minutes, the San Francisco police surrounding the building, and gossip flew like a shooting star threw the building, people stood out side as I followed my mothers corpse down stairs, they covered her up and closed her eyes and she looked like she was sleeping in a painful sleep. They questioned me to death, and every time they did.

I had to cease from letting a tear roll, even though that's what they suspected to happen.

And then walking up to the crime seen, was Epitah. "What happened?" she said police tried to hold her back and I screamed at them and ran into Epitah's arms like she was my only savior. When they couldn't see my face. I cried, and only she could hear me,

Oh how wrong I was to think that I could get a moments peace, from this world that never sleeps.

They were on the lookout for my father, and Epitah adopted me, and she was no longer my aunt. But my mother, the people in the building felt sorrier for me than they ever had.

And I felt it closing in all around me, the extreme coldness of life has smacked me in the face, I was never fond of the cold.