The One Winged Devil

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Chapter Two

I heard the heavy footsteps of the men walking towards me. One of them looked skinny and dirty. His eyes were green and he wore black. The other man was taller and had black eyes. He grabbed the sharp knife that was sitting on the table. I felt the sharp blade touch the top of my wing and it slowly started to maybe it's way down.

I wanted to scream. It was so painful, I was practically sobbing. He kept cutting until it was completely off. I was loosing so much blood. The men walked away again. I shifted to the side, sitting in a pool of my own blood. I felt the duck tape loosen.

Was this my chance to escape? Did I even have a chance? I carefully sat upwards and peeled the duck tape off. I stepped on the ground and tried to quietly open a window but the men heard me. I jumped out the window and started running. They were following. One of them grabbed my arm. I pushed them away. I felt like I couldn't run. I had scars so deep and bloody and fleshy.

Every step I lost more blood. I puked and choked up blood but kept running. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before. My throat hurt so much. Wind was blowing my hair in my face and it stuck to the blood on my face. I saw the tree I always looked at far away. I ran towards it. It became closer and closer but it was hard because every second I felt like I was going to die. Then I saw Jamie, our neighbors daughter, by the tree. She's black and has blue hair, she's 3 years older than me, and I rarely talk to her. I ran towards her.

"Jamie!" I shouted.

She saw me and looked horrified. I started choking up blood. I felt my body fall onto the grass. Everything was blurry and spinning. She was pale and picked me up. I saw her, staring at me. I could barely keep my eyes open. I don't remember anything that happened after that.

I woke up in a hospital. The empty spot where my wing used to be was patched up with white bandage. I had bandages and casts all over me. My parents and Jamie were there. I looked at them.

"I..I-I'm...Ngh...." I closed my mouth. It hurt to talk. Everyone walked over to me.

"Are you okay?" Asked my dad.

I shook my head. I wasn't.

"What happened?" Asked my mom.

I explained it to them as much as I could. They looked horrified, as I expected. The nurse walked in and handed me a glass of water.

"You'll need to stay here for 3-4 months, it's a miracle you're even alive right now." I looked at all the machines around me, some plugged into me, some just sitting there.

"Mom...." I mumbled. I was shaking.

My mom stepped forward.

"I don't wanna die..." I cried. "I've lost so much blood, I- I- I- I- what if I die?"

My mom hesitated before answering.

"I don't want you to die either. But I promise it will be okay. We'll visit you every day we can. They'll help you get better, and soon you'll come home."

I faked a smile and nodded. The nurse smiled weakly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you folks to leave. I'll call you if anything happens. You can come in tomorrow." My dad nodded and sighed.

"That's alright, bye."

The nurse turned towards me.

"Hazel, here's the plan, some days we will give you treatment to see if it works, you're cuts should be a little bit faded, they won't fully go away for a while. You're left leg is currently broken, so if you walk, you'll use crutches. When you're leaving you probably won't need the crutches. For now, I just want you to rest, okay?"

I nodded. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. The machines plugged into me were scary. I was left alone in a hospital room. It was dark, it was quiet, and I felt anxious. Every small noise made me jump a bit. I was finally able to calm down and fall asleep.

Present day

I woke up and sighed. Today was Monday. I got up and put on my black sweatshirt and ripped jeans. I grabbed my sword. It was time for training. Devils and angels are sent off to fight in the war when they turn 18. Just two years from now, I would be fighting in that war.

"Good morning Hazel."

I glanced towards my mom.

"Good morning..." I muttered. "If I don't leave now, I'll be late, so... bye."

I walked to the training area myself. Everyone was already there waiting for it to start. I heard people whispering about me. It happened every single time, but it still bothered me. I'd always hear things like,

"How's she gonna fight? She can't even fly."

"I heard she lost it in a fight."

"I heard it wasn't an angel that did it to her, a devil."

"Look at the scars on her face.."

"Why does her face look like that?"

We get new students often, because we start training at 13 and leave at 18. Whenever we get a new student, the same thing happens. They talk to other classmates and start whispering about me too. Unfortunately not everyone just whispers.

"Hey FREAK!" Shouted Charlotte. Her friends laughed. I ignored them.

"So are you deaf now?" She asked, visibly annoyed. I just stared down. She grabbed my hair and yanked it as hard as she could. I shoved her away and shouted


She quickly scrambled to her feet.

"Freak.." she mumbled. I sighed.

The teacher walked in.

"I have an announcement. As you all know, last week, Kira turned 18. She will be sent off to fight. Her younger sister, Christine, turned 13 yesterday, so she will be joining us."

I sighed. The news wasn't very exciting. Christine walked in and smiled.

"Hello. I'm Christine."

Nobody cares I thought to myself. The teacher told her where to sit and she went there.

"Now we will pick up on our lesson about sword movement. Everybody grab their swords, this stuff is important."

Why do we even have to go to war? Why can't WE choose if we want to? We all practiced sword movements. I saw Christine with Charolette and her friends.

Great, another person who probably hates me even though they don't know me. The teacher stopped and said,

"Okay everybody, now we will practice flying attacks. Hazel-"

"Yeah, I know. I'll keep practicing down here." I sighed. I kept practicing. I glanced up and saw Christine looking at me. She quickly looked away. I sighed. Finally, class was over. It was 5pm. I walked home myself, and knocked on the door. My mom opened it.

"Oh good. You're home."

"Yep." I said. I went up to my room and put my sword away. I went back downstairs and helped my mom with dinner. Every day was the same. I got my dad and told him dinner was ready. We sat in silence while we ate. Sometimes my parents would talk about my fighting skill, and I would always walk away. I hated talking about that. My dad cleared his throat and attempted to make small talk.

"So, Kiras going to war?" He asked.

"Yeah.." I said, picking at my food.

"Doesn't she have a sister?" Asked my mom.

"Yeah. Christine." I said. "She's in my class now." My parents were going to say more, but I excused myself. I went to my room and grabbed a book. I was using my phone flashlight to read it. Pretty soon, I felt tired, so I put my book in my drawer and set my phone down. I closed my eyes and pulled up my blanket.

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