Wings 35

Posted on July 18th, 2012 in Stories



Who said angels weren’t dangerous?

“Bite me.”  I jerked away from the–well, whatever he was.

“Ok.”  Snarling, he dove towards my arm.  I slammed my right fist against his throat, pinning him to the wall before the silver needle-teeth could shred through my skin.  ”Listen.  You’re going to tell me where Gabriel is.  You’re going to tell me how I got here and how I magically got on trial when you people were the ones following me.  And then you’re going to take me to my dad.”

Yellow eyes rolled in his shrunken skull as he hissed.  ”And if I don’t?”

I narrowed my eyes.  ”You want to test me?”

“You’re just an Old Soul with a few feathers.”  He cackled, the rotting stench of his breath searing my sinuses.  ”You lost your wings–you couldn’t even fly if you wanted to.”

“I don’t need to fly.”  I pressed my forearm harder across his throat.  His bones crackled and my stomach flipped in revulsion as he shot me a nasty grin.  ”What I need is my dad and answers.”  As his panting grew more frenzied, I leaned  on my arm.  ”Listen, Creepy.  I took self-defensive in school.  I can break you like a bad habit.”  The harder I pressed, the more the creature’s bones popped.  It was like pellet guns in a tin-can.

“You wouldn’t dare,” the creature hissed, his pupils sliding to slits like a serpent.  Mucus dripped off the curve of his nose, splattering onto my arm.  I wasn’t going to want lunch for the next century.   “You’re not capable of evil, of wrong.”  The yellow glinted green.  ”Or are you?”

“Creepy, I could spit you up and tear you”– I stopped.  ”That’s what you want.”  Shoving against him, I took a step back. “You want me to be evil.  You want me to be violent.”  I reached back behind me, feeling the dampness between my shoulder blades.  ”That’s what you feed off of.”  My scarlet fingers trembled, revulsion stirring in my core.  ”That’s why I’m here.”  Closing my eyes, I grabbed the iron bars as Creepy knocked his shoulder back into socket with a sickening crack.

The flames danced on the silver blade, blue eyes blazing on either side.  ”You promised, Samantha.”

“You should know by now I don’t keep my promises.”  Tossing her raven hair, she smirked at my father.  ”And you already gave up your wings to protect them.”  Twirling a silver key on a chain, she dangled it between the bars. “Give me your soul and they’ll be free.”

“But you”–

“I said I wouldn’t harm them, and I haven’t.  Yet.”  Her dark eyes snapped.  ”That was before you sent Gabriel Goody-Two Shoes after me.”

“You know I’m not the one that gives orders.”

“Well, apparently SOME people were annoyed I trapped you down here.  And Herself isn’t pleased at all the extra attention.”   The key circled, clinking from bar to bar.  ”So give me your soul and let’s call it even.”  She pressed on, lowering the sword from the bars.  ”You know she and the baby are protected with the feather.”

“The baby.”  My father raised his face.  ”The new angel is for the baby.”

“She’s an Old Soul, like your wife.  And an Angel, like you.”  A red tounge laced around Samantha’s lips. “Delicious.”

“You can’t touch them.”

“Not now.  But Herself can.  And if I can’t convince Gabriel to bring her to me, Herself can convince you…unless you give us your soul.”


“Fine.”  Samantha shrugged, snapping the key into her fist.  ”Good luck saving your daughter’s soul.  One day, you’ll regret this.”

I snapped my eyes open just as Creepy’s head descended towards my neck.  Shoving him back, I pinned him to the wall with his broken arm bone.  ”Take me to my father.”

“You can’t make me.”  The rancid stretch of his revolting breath nearly slammed me over.

“But I’m asking.”  I took a deep breath and extended his arm to him.  ”Please.”

“Please?”  The yellow eyes bulged out.  ”What trick is this?”

“No trick?” I raised my arm, and his.  ”Please.”

His black tongue raced over his teeth.  ”Will you go with me to see Herself afterwards?”

“If you take me to my father with no tricks or manipulation.  And no biting.”  I scowled.  ”Deal?”

He held out his good arm.  ”Deal.”

You should never make a deal with the devil.  Or in my case, a demon.

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20 Responses to “Wings 35”

  1. Petty Witter Says:

    Getting better and better, I love your Wings series.

  2. Barbara Says:

    No doubt there’s going to be a double-cross!

  3. Cafe Fashionista Says:

    Ooh, that closing sentence opens the door for so much evil to come! :P

  4. Chic 'n Cheap Living Says:

    Creepy! She has to save Gabriel!

    Chic ‘n Cheap Living

  5. Joanne Says:

    This story always leaves me feeling so anxious!

  6. Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell Says:

    Trouble afoot!

  7. Geni Says:

    Good for you for following your dream and writing Blonde Duck! This is a great excerpt!

  8. The Squishy Monster Says:

    You’re an incredible writer, my friend!!!!

  9. My Inner Chick Says:

    Dear Ducky,

    you blow me away. you are unbelievably talented!

    And deeply engaging.

    WOW. x

  10. Sarah Says:

    Oh what a great way to leave it – goosebumps!

  11. gloria Says:

    You write so nice dear:)

  12. Reeni Says:

    “I wasn’t going to want lunch for the next century.” Bwahahahahaha.

  13. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella Says:

    Hehe yep never trust a demon or devil! ;)

  14. Natasha Says:

    You are an awesome writer, Miranda. This should be totally published. I love this story.

  15. Words Of Deliciousness Says:

    What will happen next?

  16. ladyfi Says:

    Nail biting stuff!

  17. Classic NYer Says:

    Wow… that was… freaky… and cliffhangery… and… I kind of want to read the rest of it…

  18. Marjie Says:

    She’ll find a way through this, no doubt. The demon was shocked by the “please,” after all!

  19. Charlotte Says:

    OMG! I love the way you ended it. Just before I got to the last part, I thought to myself “never make a deal with the devil>” SO good, Ducky. Your storytelling and narration is remarkable as always.

  20. Christine @ Love, Life, Surf Says:

    I love reading this. You are an incredible writer.

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