Chapter Four

Crap.
Lorissa-yes! I finally got it right!-wasn't joking.
I could tell by the two sharp pains in the middle of my back. Right where a pair of wings would be.
Crap.
As if my life wasn't crazy enough already.
"Yow! This hurts!" I shout. "How do stand it?"
"Believe it or not, after a while, you get used to it." Lorissa nods her head up and down.
"Yeah, right." I snort.
"Really!"
"Do I look any different?" I ask.
"Okay...you hair is silver, so are your eyes and wings. Your just that much taller, and that's about it."
"I like black better."
"Pshh...I don't. Silver would be sooo cooler."
"Anyway, whatever" we say at the same time and start laughing.
"What did you mean by 'bugged,' earlier?" I ask.
"Ohh...that."
I look at her with a glare. 'That' was not good, I could tell, I was good at telling those sort of things.
"Lor-lor-lorissa," I say, the name was strange on my tongue, I had trouble saying it, "What do you mean by 'that?'"
She takes a deep breath, sign number two something was up.
"We....we are being f-fol-followed." she spits out. "Someone, purely human, has found out us and our...unique background."
Unique was one way of putting it. I mean, how many people are half-dead, AND can grow wings?
Yeah, I thought so.
"They-it is more than one person as far as I can tell-are planning to trap us, and preform studies one us." she continues. "They plan on putting us in a zoo, along with other 'myths,' like we were common animals!"
"And we would be the big attraction, the headliners." I finish, horror becoming evident on my face.
"Exactly.
I bite my lip.
Not. Good. At. All.
Or, in what I seem to be saying far too often today, crap.