The Fallen part 19: I'm Back

(If you want to know what happened, read the story titled: Cyrus Noble part 12: The Fallen has Risen......or something like that)

I woke up on a couch in a strangers home. I had a weird, gruesome, horribly taunting dream. I dreamt that my wings grew back. I sat up on the couch. I wanted to jump off a cliff. One last fly to hell. I stood up. And I felt.....odd. I felt......balanced, like I'm not going to fall over. I still had my shirt off. Where is it? Whatever, I'll go look after I use the bathroom.
I was looking in the mirror. I still felt different. I stretched out my wing a little and I felt something on the other shoulder. I stretched out the other wing.
Oh. My. God. My right wing. I started laughing with tears streaming down my face. I ran out with my wings knocking down stuff, and I almost knocked over the other girl, uh, Jazz. I grabbed her sholders. Hardly able to speak I say, "My wing! My wing!" I squeeze her in a crushing bear hug. The other kids ran down the stairs trying to see what was going on. I was so happy, that's what was going on. I don't know who or what know these people are, but I was grateful and forever in their dept.
I was now fully dressed and making sure everything was in my pack. I slung it over my shoulder with a grin on my grill. Everyone was behind me. I turned to them and said, "I can't thank you enough. I wish I could repay you." Cyrus nodded, "Just, keep us a secret OK? I don't want the world knowing about me, or my family." Well, it was the least I could do. "Sure." I said. I was outside when I heard a voice in my head. It stopped me in my tracks. Are you really going to kill your dad? The voice sounded kind, and innocent, and small. Are the little blonde girl? Yes. Are you really going to do it though? Listen kid. You don't know my dad the way I do. It's not that simple. He is an evil man who doesn't care for anyone but himself. He has to be brought to justice. I don't think killing and justice are the same thing. I started walking again. You don't get it. Now get out of my head, it feels weird. She didn't say anything else.
I spread out my wings through the new slits in my clothes. I got a running start and pushed my white wings aginst the Earth. Then I was up in the air.
I was flying. I can really touch the sky again. There is absolutely nothing, and I mean nothing that is better than flying.
Nothing.