When a drug problem is getting out of hand and a long written prophecy is being brought up because of the appearance of a human boy, what has one one-winged, orphaned hybrid outcast got to do with anything?


6. Chapter V

"Who are you and how did you get here?" I asked coldly, immediately becoming alert despite the threat of fatigue slowing me. Thankfully my shade could also alter my voice, so if I ever had to speak as Slayer, even accidental, it would sound like a 17-year-old guy's voice.

The intruder was a boy who looked around the same age as me. He had sun streaked dark brown hair that was long, ragged and unkempt. His lips were thin but chapped and he had a long nose that had been broken a few times making it slightly crooked. He wore a ratty blue t-shirt with text that had worn away and holey jeans. He didn't even have a pair of shoes.

"That's what I'm tryin' to ask you!" he yelled, his voice a few octaves too high to be normal. His eyes were wide, the white swallowing his forest green irises. He was nervous, scared but still curious. He was just as confused as I was, though him much more disorientated.

I tried to read him, figure out what he was and I dropped my defensive stance when I realized.

"You're human..." I murmured, not believing it but it was true. He had no trace of supernatural blood in him. One of my talents was to be able to identify anyone. I can tell exactly what they are after a quick inspection unless their bloodline was a little murky.

"Of course I'm human, but you definitely ain't!" he screeched, pointing behind me.

I turned to look, still keeping a suspicious eye on him and saw nothing. He was pointing to the wall.

I looked back at him and lowered my voice, "Okay, calm down, alright? If you pass out from hyperventilating that'll do neither of us any good. Sit down on the bed and we can talk."

He didn't budge, just stared at me warily though he was much calmer. His breathing was no longer shallow and quick paced as the threat of passing out didn't seem very enticing.

I removed the bandana and put my hands in the air, "I'm not going to do anything to you. See? No weapons. Just sit on the bed and I'll stand as far away from you as possible. I'll answer your questions as long as you answer mine."

I waited until he hesitantly nodded and backed up to sit on my bed, ignoring the books and uniform. I moved to stand in front of the door, leaning on it and making sure it was locked as a precaution.

We were silent, analyzing the other before I spoke in an interrogative, "Who are you and how did you get in here?"

"I was mindin' my own damn business when I felt this weird tingly feelin' and I ended up here. If anythin', I should be the one askin' questions, 'specially since I end up seein' a girl with weird fire eyes and a frickin' wing growin' out of her back," he responded, throwing his hands in the air frantically.

"What?" I panicked slightly. Did I drop my shade? And wing? My wing isn't out!

I quickly walked to the bathroom, opening the door and turning on the light to see my reflection.

Short brown locks, pasty blue eyes, masculine structure and no wing. I still had my shade up and my wing was tucked away, so how was he seeing how I really looked like?

He was still sitting on my bed when I walked to him and stared him down. He squirmed under my harsh gaze but I didn't care.

"You're human. A mortal. How are you able to see past my shade? How can you see my wing when it isn't even out? It shouldn't be possible," I muttered.

He was staring behind me as I mulled over thoughts in my head and reached a tentative hand out. I gripped his wrist as soon as his hand had almost reached my hips and growled, "What are you doing, boy?"

He was hesitant but answered, "I, uh, wanted to touch your wing. It looks too real to be fake," he frowned, "And don't call me boy."

"My wing?" I repeated mainly because this boy was confusing me. He was seeing things he shouldn't be able to. "You can see it?"

"It's kinda hard ta miss," he drawled sardonically.

I stepped back and slid my hands down my face, groaning, "What have I gotten myself into? Of course I run into the one human who can see what he shouldn't. But why? How?"

The boy stood up, he was clearly more confident than before and stated, "I'm just as confused as you are, okay? What are you? And where the hell am I?"

"I'm a hybrid and you're in my dorm at Supernatural School. I must have accidentally teleported you here too somehow and that's why I feel more tired than I should," I answered.

"What? Hybrid? Supernatural School?" he repeated, completely lost.

I realized that I should probably pull the shade down since it was no use against the human for some reason and did just that. I immediately felt a bit better since I wasn't spending any energy on a shade.

"What did you just do?" he asked, surprised and a little scared.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

He pointed and stuttered, "You, you... you were kinda hazy before so I thought I was dreamin' or somethin', but then, you, then, you did...did somethin' and now you're all clear and in focus or somethin'."

I began to pace, not answering his question since I didn't even understand it, and mumbled, "Oh Hell, this is way too complicated. This human isn't normal, but he's definitely a hundred percent mortal..."

"I have a name ya know," he muttered.

I quit pacing and looked at him, "I did ask who you were, but you never answered."

He scratched his chin, "I guess ya did." He stuck out his hand and smiled lopsidedly, "I'm Matt."

Slightly stunned at his change in behavior, I couldn't help but smile back slightly and grip his hand, "I'm Nyx. Not sure if it's nice to meet you yet, considering you just made my night a lot more complicated than it needed to be."

He laughed as we released hands and I took out my phone.

"Who you gonna call?" Matt asked.

I put the phone to my ear and answered, "The only person I trust, the King of Hell."

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