The protector

Lion king

Chapter 31

•Alex's point of view•

The world around me shakes as Emily lets out a startled cry, the air on the back of my neck stands on end at the horrible cry. The black haired freak drops to the ground like a bag of rocks, her head hitting the floor, a loud crack echoes throughout the room.

A long knife clatters to the ground as Emily falls to her knees, her long honey brown hair falls around her shoulders in beautiful waves.

Silent tears slowly slide down her face, I doubt she even notices them. Confusion fills my thoughts at her absurd reaction.

The guy with yellow eyes looks just as stunned as he stares at what he has inflicted on the women who brought him here. I harshly shove him away from, he hits a chair as a gasp leaves his mouth, surprise written all over his face.

His eyes flash a scary color as he grips the side of the chair, ready to attack me once more. As his curled fists unwrap from the handles a wave of energy runs right through my whole body, shocking me down into my bones.

It shoots up my arm then proceeds to dance along the top of my skin, the hair that covers my arms stands straight up like a flagpole.

Gold catches my eye as Emily curls over Ova, my lips part slightly as an gasp breaks from my lips, colors dance around both of them.

Emily like a image you would picture for a Greek god, she glows with a brightness that could easily burn my eyes but with all the light I keep my gaze steady as it all seems to happen before me.

Her hair lifts from her shoulders, her beautiful brown locks hover around her like airborne leaves. My fingers curl around a knife that I found abandoned on the ground as my heartbeat quickens.

Her wings slowly but steady expand from her back like fire they glow with a color that the rich would once carry around in a velvet purses.

Red covers my hands as my feet automatically move forward, her energy completely addicting as I soak it through my skin.

Glass shatters and showers down as another electric charged wave violently washes over me, my skin tingles. The glass door bangs open as about a dozen men with tight black leather jackets run in quickly.

Parker a man I saw as my friend for years stares at Emily with the slightest of a smile present of his face, his eyes scan slowly over the scene.

Strings made of gold circle around Emily's exposed arms like gold rope, it slides up and down her arms as her face turns up towards the sky. Dark almost half strands of hair appear upon her once all honey hair.

Emily, whose whole inter body remind me of a gold statue, drops her head as the light begins to fade.

Her magnificent wings spread out limply around her, her legs curled in under neither her body. I stumble back as another electrifying shock hits me.

A thud echoes throughout the casino, my hands still tingle from the whole experience.

The hustlers all stand stunned just as I feel myself come back together, fresh blood runs down my neck as a shaky breath leaves my mouth.

My skin not my own as I struggle to move, the power pulses through me before leaving my body, my limps become heavy as I left my eyes.

A face like an Angel you see in your dreams, her eyes bright gold as one of her delicate hands rests on the ground; brown hair with dark strands that weave elegantly into her usual stile.

Two pink lips that remind me of freshly bloomed roses, her nose small and cute as her high cheek bones look sharp and beautiful. Her face almost completely different but in an odd way all hers.