It`s year 2029, eleven years since the first Angel was born, and people hardly even notice security cameras, or mums who cry after their children. News said that a virus, which had hided in humans DNA for thousands of years, had activated and causes mutation, but why? There was only rumors. People didn`t want to hear the truth, and these few people who knew the truth and stood up against angel`s slavery, are silenced or hiding outside the society.
Alex was ten when Lucas first time saw the feathers in his back. "I have something in my back. It`s itching", he whined and tried to see his back from the mirror, failing miserably. "Show it to me",Lucas commanded, so Alex sighed dramatically and turned around. They were only feathers, so when he saw Alex`s confused face and look in his eyes that said "What`s wrong with me?",Lucas gently tapped his shoulder and told him to go to bed. Still, he thought that maybe it was something.
The day when their parents found out, is blurry. Their mum comes to their room when Alex is changing his clothes, back towards the door and wings clearly visible, and she screams. It`s confusing and weird, they cry and so does Alex, Lucas doesn`t, but that`s because he is too confused. Alex apologises and runs away.
Lucas finds him minutes later, curled up in the bathroom corner, wings protecting him and tears falling down his face. "Don`t let them send me away", Alex begs, eyes wide and full of fear, and Lucas feels his heart breaking. They both remember what happened to a girl who was in their class. They remember the look in teacher`s face when police took the girl - it was pure sadness. Because what happens to the girl and other Angels, isn`t something people want to talk about.
Lucas whispers comforting words to Alex`s ear, smooths his wings and kisses his cheek. "Never", he promises and wraps his arms tighter around his brother.
They decide it`s better for Alex if he doesn`t go to school. They call to the headmaster, fill the paperwork and accept the condolences (Because the official reason is incurable sickness, and Lucas finds himself laughing at it, because it is not a sickness, it is part of Alex like leg or hand.), and Alex is free.
Lucas holds his hand little tighter when it`s possible, they start to sleep in same bed and strokes in cheek become little kisses to lips. It would be beautiful if it wasn`t so sad, because Alex has to hide and so does also Lucas, they hide together under Alex`s wings and listen their parents crying.
This is my first novel, hope you like it :)
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