The Waterfront, Jersey City, New Jersey, United States of America- Earth, 7:46 P.M, May 1st, 2018 A.D.
“Where did you say they were?” Lonan looks over at me, a hand over his stomach. Guess Amá still knows how to kick butt.
“They were in this big trailer box by a pier. Does that ring any bells for you?”
“Hmm. I think I know where that’s at. The Waterfront.”
Passing by buildings and people down below sent a calming effect through me. The darkness enveloped us, the moonlight our only source of a guide.
“There!” Lonan points at a pier next to the Atlantic Ocean. We descend right outside of a big warehouse, next to a sea of trailers.
“Good thing we have you here,” I tell him.
He grins, then winces. “Yeah.”
Amá’s wings disappear, along with mine and Lonan’s. “Where to, Selena?” she asks, looking around.
“I don’t know. I can’t even remember the color of the container, just that it was one of the only ones not stacked.” I sigh.
“Let’s go looking around.”
After a while, we all came up empty. No containers were sitting alone.
“What are we going to do?” I groan, pulling at my hair.
“Hey! You three!” someone shouts. Well, that was easy.
Another fallen angel pops into view, goosebumps rising on my arms.
“Oof!” I grunt, the fallen angel tackling me to the ground.
I raise the water from the ocean, sending him flying into a carrier.
He coughs and sputters against my powerful stream.
“Wow,” I whisper, looking down at my hands.
Amá grins from my peripheral view.
I harden my expression to look at the fallen angel again. “Who are you?”
“I see Lonan failed to complete his mission,” he says, sneering over at Lonan. “Disgraceful.”
"I’m the one you should be answering right now,” I snap, waving my wrist to grab his throat in a water lock. “Where are my dad and the other Moonwalkers?”
“I’m not telling you,” he grits out.
Amá raises her arms and sends another stream against his mouth, caging out any air. Angels may not need oxygen, but fallen angels do. Well, at least to live comfortably. Too bad he can’t die, he’ll just keep choking forever.
He waves a hand up and down, pounding at my water. “Mmph!” he shouts.
“Tell us where they are and we’ll release you.”
Tears pour out of his eyes, his face quickly turning a tomato shade of red.
“Hmm!” he screams, raising his hand in a stop motion.
I nod over to Amá and she stops her water, sending it back into the ocean with two waves over her arms. I loosen my hold on his throat just enough for him to speak clearly.
“Leilah... She took them back to Chicago... She wants to steal your power, heir.” He coughs repeatedly throughout his sentences.
“I knew that she wanted to steal my power, but why did she take them back to Chicago?”
“Because... She obviously wanted to keep everything close without having to go back and forth all the time. Do you ever think?”
I tightened my hold around him and he squealed like a pig. “I’m- Sorry-” he chokes.
I loosen it again. “Where in Chicago?”
“Another trailer park. She said it’s close to a train station.”
“Well, that’s helpful,” I mutter sarcastically. There’s a lot of those around.
“What else?” I raise him higher up against the carrier.
“That’s all I was told, I swear!”
I drop him immediately, and he collapses on the ground, massaging his throat.
“Guess we gotta go back,” I mutter darkly at him. I turn towards Amá and Lonan. “Let’s go.”
They nod and we unfurl our wings, shooting into the air again.