The Moonwalkers [COMPLETED ✅]

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[16]

Gage Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth, 8:23 A.M, April 30th, 2018 A.D.

I turned over in my bed, only to find nothing there. That meant...

Oomph.

“Ow,” I mutter, lifting my butt off the ground to rub my back.

My mom bursts in, looking towards my bed but then her gaze falls downwards, to where I am.

“Hehe,” I chuckle sheepishly, twiddling my thumbs.

“¿Qué te pasó?” Amá asks, holding a hand to her mouth. She muffles a laugh.

“I fell,” I groan, standing up.

“Ay ya yai. Come downstairs to eat breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Amá leaves, shutting the door behind her. I yawn and stretch my arms above my head.

Then my eyes widen. The feather!

I remove the messy covers off the bed, sending the black feather flying into the air.

I scramble for it in the air, my hands grabbing at nothing multiple times. Finally, my fist encloses around it and I sigh, throwing the covers back on my bed.

I look around my room, skimming over my vanity, bed, and window. Then I look towards my closet, opening it. Inside, my dresser stood beneath my hung dresses.

I open the first drawer, placing the feather inside.

I have to talk to my mother about it. I close the drawer, then close the closet door afterward.

I open my bedroom door then head downstairs, finding my mother placing our breakfast on the table.

“Amá...” I begin, moving towards the cabinet with our glass cups.

I take two of them out, moving them towards the table.

“¿Qué?” she asks, a steaming plate of baleadas resting on her arm. She places it in front of my seat.

“I think Apá’s in trouble.”

My mom freezes, her own plate of food in her hands. “¿Cómo así?”

“I had a dream that Lonan’s twin sister kidnapped him and the other Moonwalkers.”

My mom lets out a sigh of relief. “It was only a nightmare. I’m sure your dad is fine.”

“No,” I shake my head, letting the dream I kept out of my mind for days sink back in. “I know it was real. The next day, Leilah showed up at my school. And let me tell you, I felt it. There’s something off about her.”

Amá looks into my eyes, scrutinizing my honesty. Then her eyes widen. “You’re not kidding.”

“Why would I joke about something like this, Amá?”

She sets her plate down in front of her seat and sits down on her chair. I follow soon after, picking up the fork that was already resting beside my plate.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Because I was still upset with you for not telling me everything I needed to know.”

Amá swallows a fork full of the tortilla and meat. “I know, mija. I’m sorry. But if this is happening, I guess it’s time to tell you. I wanted to keep you out of the dark side of the fallen angels for as long as I could.”

“Then tell me.”

She sets down her fork. “Fallen angels get cast down to Hell if their wings burn off at the place their wings join their body. But only with fire created with curse power.”

Halfway through munching the baleada, I choke. I quickly get out of my seat, taking my cup with me. I pour myself some water then drink it in seconds.

" ¿Estás bien?”

I nod, letting out a small cough. I pour myself some more water from the water filter and move back to my seat, sitting down. “Curse power?”

Amá nods. “It’s a power that comes from Hell. It’s demonic and frankly, unspeakable to use.”

“I had another dream about it. Leilah, Lonan’s twin, was receiving a bottle filled with what looked like black lightning inside. From Michael.”

It was my mom’s turn to choke. I grab her glass from across the table, standing up to pour her water as well. I hand it to her, and she drinks it gratefully.” Michael? As in Michael Regio? A Moonwalker?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure these dreams are real?”

“I don’t know how I know, I just do. I have a feeling. I know dad’s in trouble, and Leilah has something to do with it.”

“Michael,” Amá growls, setting her cup down forcefully. The table shakes. “What was he thinking, giving curse power to a fallen angel? Is Lonan working with her?”

“I don’t know. But he lost my trust as soon as I found out.”

“Good. Be careful around him. But I also want you to get close to him again and try to get information out of him if he’s even working with her.”

“But I’m not good at acting, Amá!”

“I don’t care. We have to find your father.”

I raise a finger to protest, then lower it again. She’s right. That brings me to another question.

“What if a feather falls off a fallen angel, Amá?”

“Why? You have one?”

I hesitate. If it’s something bad, we could use it against Lonan if he attacks us. So why do I want to keep it from her?

I shrug. “I just heard them talk about it in my dream.” The lie came out easier than expected.

She searches my face. “Hmm.”

“It’s true!”

“Okay, okay. Mira, a fallen angel feather does nothing to one, but it can affect you. It fills you with their feelings, the negative ones.”

I think back to what happened when I grabbed Lonan’s feather off the ground. The rush of those emotions. “Why?”

“A fallen angel’s life revolves around their banishment, so of course their wings come from a dark place inside of them.”

I look down at my baleada, my lips pursing.

“Never mind that. We have to work on saving your father. What else did you see in your dream?”

“They were first in an alley, then Leilah took Apá to some trailer with a cage inside of it.”

“Do you know where it is?”

“I think it’s where Apá went to stop the uprising. Jersey City.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I’m not. It’s a feeling.”

Amá’s head cocks. “I can’t believe we’re trusting feelings over fact.”

“My feelings are a fact.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Watch the tone.”

I sigh, then take another mouth full of baleada, munching it several times.

“You need to get close to Lonan again.”

I swallow. “I know, Amá. I’ll think of a way to casually befriend him again.” It would be easier if he sneaks into my room a second time.

We lapse into an almost silence, our forks clinking against our plates and our cups against the table.

I definitely need to go out for a run to think about this. But one thing’s for sure: we’re coming for you, Apá.

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