Chapter thirty one
Amaya put her hands into her sweatpants pocket, staring at me, knowing too well that she had no chance against me unless she reached Max.
With that realisation, she forced herself to be angered, "Sometimes fate still has its own ways of doing things I don't quite understand. I mean you were the target, but somehow the both of us fell off."
"That was a lot safer if you ask me, " I explained, "Cos me as a ghost and you still alive. I would have tormented the hell out of you. Food to my soul."
She snickered, staring at her perfectly manicured hands while she said to me, "When your soul's about to vomit, you let me know.  Because that food's coming out. I will do anything possible to end your second life Marshall Godwin."
At her last sentence, the anger showed in her eyes as a spark of red flame. That was when I knew the main deal was starting and she had reached Max. How graceful. Now it was going to be more fun. Except there was still a slight problem....
"Your host doesn't look angry as well to complement, " I teased with a smile.
In response, she laughed and shook her head, "That shouldn't bother you."
Looking down at the grass beside her feet, she found a piece of broken glass and bent to pick it up.
Alfred and I wondered what she was doing. I mean Amaya could be a bitch sometimes. Or to put it better, it looked like she invented the word BITCH herself.
When she seemed to be satisfied with the size of the broken glass, she flung it to her host with all force she could master.
The piece pierced deep into my brother's right arm. So deep and sudden I was surprised.
Alfred howled in pain, "And what was that for?!"
She went to him and grabbed his collar daringly, "That anger."
While he still frowned in a bit of rage, she rushed to possess his body. So that was what the whole charade was for. Sometimes I underestimated how annoying she could be. Or desperate.
Now, my possessed brother faced me with a smirk of achievement, "So Marshall. Give me all you got."
A small laugh escaped my throat as I looked at her, "I wouldn't put you in that much risk, would I?"
With an angry, tired groan, he pounced towards me.
Members of the fallen were not supposed to grow wings like we did when we reached Max. They grew claws and fangs like the old story Dracula. I stared at him in shock. His inch long canine, claws and blood red eyes. That was even more serious than mine, typical of a villain.
Alfred bared his teeth daringly, stretching his arms violently and randomly to use the claws on me. Automatically, my wings came to my front to block his attacks. He pierced the metal as hard as stone, screaming with every scratch.
When I was fed up with all that, I wrapped my right wing around him, raising him up above me with it. I searched around for anything deadly I could use on him. The shattered glasses around would not do the damage I had in mind, "There's nothing here to fight with."
He struggled to reply with my grip suffocating him, "Agreed. Why don't we change the venue."
I smiled. Before I could reply, he made the both of us teleport from the abandoned school.
We appeared on the busiest road I had ever seen in my life. It was like some kinda auto mayhem. As if cops went on a holiday today because all the drivers seemed drunk, driving randomly and too quickly for anyone to think of crossing.
And the noise was disgusting.
But on the bright side, it was the perfect venue to destroy Alfred. He still had my wings around him slightly above me, "You have a beautiful taste."
Immediately, I noticed an approaching Lexus. Okay this one I was darn sure the driver was drunk. What a perfect crash that car will make with Alfred's body.
At that, I faced my opponent to the oncoming vehicle. The next part will be very epic if you picture it in slow motion.
The crash was disastrous.... To the car of course. As it hit my brother, starting from the bonnet, the Lexus squeezed in like a piece of paper. Darn it, I forgot that he was immune to that. I figured the damage was going to cause a traffic jam soon. Consequently, I made us teleport out of there before the whole world sees two red eyed humans with wings, claws and body that could batter a Lexus 3000.
The next stop was the top of a high building just beside the busy road. Fed up, I tossed my brother violently on the building top, "Why don't I tell you a story."
Alfred frowned at me and rushed to his feet, running to me with a fist in the air. But right before he reached me, I changed the venue again. I made us teleport to somewhere that looked like an attic. Some old, dusty, wooden attic that had pictures of Marshall and Amaya. Yep, we were in their house when they were alive. Now try judging who's got better taste at venues.
After the teleportation, I now gave Alfred who was this close to punching me my full attention. Using my wing, I clutched his fist tight and stared to his face, "There once lived two kids born in this beautiful home. The first.... A handsome, phenomenal male who had the sun for a smile. And the other... A beautiful sadistic female born with envy in her veins."
My last words made Alfred punch me with his other fist. That action made me smile. I had made progress. But I was not done annoying Amaya inside him of course. And there was still a lot more teleportation coming right up. Just then, we vanished.
I made us appear on a small field belonging to a Brighton middle School. Obviously the middle school Marshall and his sister had attended.
I rasped teasingly, "The male was loved by virtually everybody. Peers, parents and even the toothless man who begged across the street. The female however, "I paused and creased my eyebrows, clearly annoyed at what I was going to say next, "She was nonchalant, a con, so called prank queen and thinking it was all fun."
Alfred retorted in his defense, "My crime here is having fun just because I pranked a few people."
Okay that little statement annoyed me to the core. Given the texture of my wing, the slap I gave him now with it gave him a red cheek. Afterwards, I grabbed his collar and brought him to my face, "But unfortunately, nobody saw them as fun. Ever thought of that?!"
I did not ask him the question for him to answer because I immediately changed the venue again so we could have a walk in the park. Oxford's park was a clean cut scene with a beautiful lake stretching a good one hundred metres.
He glared at me after secretly admiring the place. I leaned on a tree, giving him a bit of analysis, "One day, it was their father's birthday. The family went to the park for a small picnic. While the male was fixing up a small gift for the father..." I snickered in anger before I completed my sentence, "The female kept smearing all his tools with glue. That was suppose to be fun, wasn't it?"
And darn it, I struck a nerve. Alfred came at me with a determined shout. Several punches landed on my face before he finally gave me a deep scratch with his claws on my chin.
I put my hands on my knees, panting and looking up to him with a nod, "Fair enough."
But it was time for more teleportation and stories. I spread my wings as if to fly and wrapped my hands around him tight.
Then we teleported before he could move away. Our next battle field was not land. It was air. With him in my grip, I dived down.
It wasn't just any land, it was Oxford's airport. I flew over the runway, "So you see. Their father went on a trip to Australia once. And while he came back, his plane had a bad crash. And guess what..." I added a dramatic suspense, "he died."
Alfred struggled from my grip. Was he crazy, he could not fly. But since he was wanted that, I let him go and he fell metres down, landing on the hard, tarred runway. He made a deep compression on it but did not even get scratched. Every human around screamed and ran away. I mean I would have done the exact same thing if I were them. Two flying maniacs landing on the ground like that.... Was different.
I slowed down my flaps until I landed down on my feet right above my brother. I bent over him where he lay and made a parabola with my lips, "So that's how they lost their dad. You know he was Marshall's main support. Like petrol in an engine. So while Marshall was sobbing because of the loss, Amaya teased him mainly because he would have no one else to give him all the balls he had. That was your father too you bitch. Just so you know, that was when mom began to disregard you."
Once again, we returned to that building top we once were on.
Then I went on with my stories, "Not as if it ended there. She went on with her villainy nature, her madness. Some of my friends began asking me if you were adopted."
Alfred felt hurt by all of this and I could feel it. The only problem he had was trying to use anger to hide it. He clicked his fingers. At that, some force pushed me hard, metres away as I crashed in and out of a few high rise buildings. That was painful to be honest. He then teleported to where I had landed hard, weak, tired and face battered. He raised my face despite all he did before and hit me with his fist.
When he was about to repeat that, I held his hand and raised myself to him, "Be very honest with yourself Amaya. What did I ever do to you? I mean I wasn't the first guy in the world with a little sister. Do you know how much I prayed to have you. It seemed the devil answered me instead of God. To be honest, the love I received from everybody was not just enough for me because my own blood did not love me. You still don't."
Alfred's eyes softened a bit, making me realize I was getting to him. But just when I thought he was going to get up from me, he frowned once more and completed the punch.
This was going to be more difficult than I thought.