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flying
out. He looks like he might be Mexican and a little bigger than I am. He tries
to run but I jump him, pinning him down. I see sore-like burns on his lips so I
don’t kiss him. I hover over him and suck his soul from him. He cries out into
my mouth as he dies. I moan my exhale, "Wow."
    Michelle watches me
for a second before scrunching her nose up, "What was he guilty of?"
    I shudder as the
feelings and images wash over me, "Tom's favorite." He hates
pedophiles. This one was also a serial killer. The images of his horrific
crimes will sit in my mind, torturing me for the rest of the day. Michelle
leans over his dead body, "Look, hash sores."
    I frown, "What?"
    She points, "He
smokes hash. He has sores from the hot knives."
    I get up and look down
on him, " Ew ." We walk to the car. Wyatt
looks back out at me, "Really?"
    I nod, "I was
hungry and he was bad."
    He sighs and closes
the door. Tom drives and Wyatt does his weird smelling thing.
    Stella laughs
uncontrollably at it. I frown, "Laugh later, otherwise he won't do it.”
    Wyatt looks back,
"There are a lot of bad people here. I can smell it everywhere. Witches
and even a few vampires." He gives Constantine a look. I look at him but
he avoids my eyes, "I thought you were the last."
    He nods, "We are.
Those are abominations."
    I don’t know what that
means, and honestly, I have too much on my plate to worry about them.
    We drive for what
feels like an eternity. I almost close my eyes but Stella shoves me, "Stay
awake, you know what you’re like to wake up."
    I smile, taking a deep
breath and looking at the nasty surroundings. "This place is gross. I
always thought Mexico was beautiful."
    Mona nods, “This is
not on the brochures. They keep this dirty little secret to themselves for
sure.”
    Stella scoffs,
"Most of it is. This place is a rat hole."
    "STOP!"
    Mona moans,
"Finally."
    Wyatt
sniffs the air, ignoring us and our moaning . He points
back the way we came from, "That way."
    Tom
swings the SUV around and slams on the gas.
    "STOP!"
    I
turn my head as the car slows to a halt. A warm breeze wafts through the
window, carrying with it food, garbage, and pollution. Mixed in with it there
is something else. I'm over Michelle's lap and crawling for the door to the
car. The smell has me by the nostrils. It drags me out.
    I
run, skipping steps and screaming as the wings shoot from my back. A child
watches me as the huge white wings take up all the room in her eyes. I can see
the reflection of them in her pupils as I run past.
    I
float up to a second-floor apartment, kicking the door in. A growl tears from
my lips.
    I
don’t even know who I am anymore. My eyes scan the place, like an animal's
would. I move through the dirty carpet in the front room where the TV is still
playing. I see a pot on the stove, boiling rice. The warm air hits me again
just as a creak interrupts my thoughts. I look to see a door swinging back and
forth as the breeze plays with it.
    I'm
out the door, leaping and floating through the laundry-filled alley to where I
see him. He is running as hard as he can, but the ugly sweater is a beacon.
    I
get above him. He looks back, screaming as I land on him, taking him to the
ground. My sword flies through the air at me from Constantine who is out of
breath and standing across from me. I pull it as I catch it and spin. The
devil's head rolls down the dirty concrete, still wide-mouthed and mid-scream
when it combusts into the pile of black feathers.
    It
joins the debris and floats down the road, scattering with the warm wind.
    I stand there, trying
to get my breath too. Constantine gives me a look, "That was
different."
    I almost smile, but
I'm scared of myself and the other girls inside of me are silent. All except the first me. She is excited.
    The rest of us are
silent.
    Wyatt comes to me,
pulling the blade from my trembling hand, "It's okay, Rayne. Take a
breath."
    I do it. I breathe and
try to calm down. My heart beats in a way I don’t think it