A Collection Of Feathers

"you know, people say that life can chagne in the blink of an eye...i learned that the hard way.."
seth redder is an ordinary boy, he has friends, a girlfriend, and a monster kitten called spike. at least until he started having the nightmares about his dad..

Mark redder, sent to iraq on a strictly need to know mission, little did he know it would cost him everything he held dear to his heart

with a bond formed and an unusual experiment, seth and his father are now connected through more than just flesh and blood.
can seth uncover the truth under all the lies, or will he fall in the face of advisery...hurry seth..your time is almost up.


6. Blood and Feathers

A small cry alerted me. I turned to the left, pointing my gun, which i'd retreived from the dirt, at the general direction of the noise. I moved slowly, keeping my eyes down the sight of my pistol. It almost sounded like the noise was coming from one of the boxes. I pressed my ear against one of the boxes. The crying increased. 'Bingo' i thought. I flipped the lid open, to something i was not expecting.

A small girl, around six or seven years old. She was sobbing, her pale face streaked with tears, her brown hair was tatty and dirt. I steadily reached an arm out to her. "Hey, its okay girl, come one, your safe now," I barely recognised my own voice. She cowered in the corner of the box, shaking her head saying,"No no no, not again, no, go away." her voice is barely a whisper. I noticed something behind her. Feathers. "Oh my God," I gasp. 'she has wings' i thought, my brain trying to comprehend what i was seeing. But they were wrong. What had once been beautiful, powerful feathered wings were now nothing but bloodied feathers and twisted magled bone. "Good god, who did this?" I asked, the breath took out of me. She just shook her head. "Come on, lets get out of here sweetheart, come on," I holstered my weapon, lifting her out of the box, she clung to my neck. "Dont take me back there. Please." she mummered into my ear. I nodded.

"No one is getting to you, I promise you." I said sincerely. I didn't know who had hurt this poor girl, but on my soul they were going to pay for it. In blood. "We need to find a vehicle, we need to get moving." She pointed behind me.

"There's a truck, we can use that?", she said helpfully.

"Okay, lets go." I felt her head moving, looking at the dead bodies around the camp. We got to the jeep, the keys were already in, finally, some luck. I sat her in the front and strapped  her in, then climed in the front. I had no idea where we were going, but Lord knows anywhere was better than here. As i started the engine, the girl said,"Did you kill those men? Back there?" My face turned to stone, no child should have to see that. But i said non-the-less,

"Yes. I did." i kept my eyes forward, on the dirt road.

"Why?" I blinked.

"Because they were trying to hurt me." she nodded.

"They hurt me too." My heart ached for this child. I couldn't even begin to describe the anger that built inside of me thinking about her being hurt. "Whats your name?" I asked.

"Luce" She breathed. "Thank you for saving me." I allowed myself a small smile.

"Dont mention it. And Luce?" i added before she dozed off.


"Call me Mark"

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