"I really miss all of us being together... me, you, mother and father...".
We were lying in the grass, it was warm and dry. Birds we're chirping all around us.
"Yeah, me too". I really did miss our parents. They were always busy, they would go for a few days, and then be back home, for a few days. But without talking to us, or playing like we used to.
Suddenly he smiled, not one of his half fake ones, this was a real cheerful smile.
"We should ask them, to have a dinner party! then we can all be together, and mother's and father's friends can too!".
We both sat up, we both thought it was a great idea.
"Yes. We should ask them right away Robert!".
Robert entered the study without me. We both agreed, that it was his idea, not mine. And what a brilliant idea it was, or so, we thought.
"Robert, do you really think we have time for all of this?! We have work to do. You are to young to understand anything, go to your room, and do not disturb us!".
Robert ran out of the study, without looking at me.
Father was known for being short tempered. But after that, he yelled more at Robert than he ever had.
That was when it started, Robert's wings began to darken.
Angels could always hide their wings if they wanted to. But if you had dark wings, your hand would turn black.
That was what we learned in school.
As i turned 13, and Robert was 15. Robert's wings were gray. A doctor came to visit us, he was an old friend of mother's.
Robert and the doctor, we're in Robert's room, for a long time.
I was worried, Robert had changed a lot in the 4 years, his wings had darkened.
He was never smiling anymore, he didn't talk to anyone, not even me, his sister and best friend.
"I have some good, and bad news for you Angela". The doctor came out of Robert's room.
Only mother's closest friends called her by her first name.
"Mischa, go to your room, okay? i'm going to talk to this nice man". She was smiling at me, as if i was a little child.
After they went into the study, i followed them, and hid outside the door. There, i could hear everything.
"He's falling Angela, i don't know how to help him. Nobody knows how".
Falling is what people said about angels turning bad. Because of Lucifer.
I could hear mother crying. It was hard for me to keep the tears back, but i had to hear everything.
"Is there nothing we can do? just to slow it down?".
There was a piercing silence, it was horrifying.
"It's going as slow as it can. His wings have only turned gray, after the 4 years they'ce been darkening. If i'm anything close to right, they won't be pitch black until he's 18, or so".
"Thank you for your help..."
But sadly, he darkened faster.
"Robert, please talk to me". He was sitting under a tree, in the shadows. Just staring at the ground. "Please Robert...".
He looked up at me, his eyes were a dark brown now. We both had light brown before, from our father.
"I don't want to play children's games anymore Mischa".
His voice was cold and emotionless.
"Why? Why, do you not want to have anything to do with me anymore?".
He looked back down, he used his hand to cover a part of his face.
"Just go away Mischa...". His fingertips were completely black, but it blended out to his skin. Which was almost white as snow.
One night, about half a year after the doctor's visit. I heard screams coming from down stairs.
"Mother? Father?". I screamed.
I put on a cardigan, over my nightdress. I was so scared of going downstairs, but it was the only thing i could do.
I first went to Roberts room, had he gone downstairs? Was it him who screamed?
I could feel the adrenaline pump through my body.
Before i knew it, i was running down the stairs. As i reached to the bottom, i froze.
Robert was standing in front of me, his wings, pitch black.
He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. "Hi Mischa? did i wake you?".
I slowly nodded, then i noticed.
Mother and father, were lying on the floor. "What happened?".
I was shaking, and tears were streaming down my face.
"Well... i, kinda... lost control...", he chuckled. "So... we're orphans".
There was blood everywhere. On the floor, and covering Robert's hands.
"You.. you did this?". I stepped back on the stairs.
This, thing in front of me, was not my brother. He couldn't be, he was a look'a'like, or something. I had heard about that many times.
"I guess i did...". Suddenly he looked sane, he was tearing up. "But... why would i do this..?".
Then, the sound of an explosion.
Robert screamed in agony, then he collapsed on the floor. On top of Mother's corps.
"Are you okay Mischa?". It was the doctor.
"I... i don't know". I still didn't understand what had happened.
"I'll get you some where safe, okay? and i'll find someone who can help Robert...". He turned around to face Robert. "If he's not lost already, poor boy...". He mumbled the last part to himself.
The next thing i knew, i was in a car, with the doctor. And Robert was on his way to a special hospital, or that was what he called it.
"You will be staying at my house for a few days. Until we find another place for you?".
"What about Robert?". He looked at me, with sorrow in his eyes.
"Don't worry about him, he will be alright". He smiled at me, and i smiled back.
I had hope, false hope.
I should have known, that he was lying.
Hey! this story was originally supposed to be about something entirely different...
But that was going no where... so Robert and Mischa we're born!
I felt completely awkward writing this chapter...
Because you don't know the doctor's name yet. And i'm a whovian... so i just imagined Peter Capaldi sitting beside little Mischa... xD
Well hope you liked it! And i'll be working on the next chapter!