"Christy, come over here- quickly!" Jim shouted up at me and I fell out of my daze, swooping down with the group. They had all landed on the ground and speaking quietly. "Max and Christy, to the left side of them. Simone and Carter, to the right. Wendy and I will go straight for them. Everyone clear on what to do? Attack them? All of them?" All of us nodded, unfolding our wings and making eye contact with our partners. Follow me, Max's eyes said and I nodded. "Let's go!" Jim said and everyone took off in different directions. I flew behind Max, not close enough to run into him, but not far enough to get lost. Suddenly he fell back a little to fly next to me. "Okay, so those things are what we call Stencils. They track and are generally used for capturing us, luckily their an old generation and out of date. So they have a few weak spots. You can pull their tail and/or pull their wings behind them to touch. You can also beat the Heck out of them. I recommend any one of them but, I personally prefer beating the Heck out of them." He grinned as we got closer to the mass of Stencils. All these required for me to hurt these things..... hmm..... so..... well, hitting them couldn't be that hard, could it? All you had to do was throw a couple punches to the nose.... maybe a kick to the stomach.... okay, than it wasn't that hard. Until they fight back....
"Okay, We can do this.... yeah, we can do, let's go kick some Stencils....." I mutter. A few caught sight of us and separated from the hoard, and soon we had 20 Stencils flying over really fast. Max was thrilled, charging at them. I was bombarded by two of them, their wing span a whopping 17 feet. They seemed to have trouble keeping up, being pretty large. I was a mouse compared to them and ducked under them, coming back up and around to snap one's wings together. He screamed, dropping like a rock and bringing the other one with him, who had been gabbed by the ankle. Huh, well, those two weren't bight. I cried out as claws racked down my side, tearing through my shirt and creating a long gash down my side. I dropped like a rock, folding my wings in. The Stencil's claws narrowly missed my head and I heard it hiss.
I opened my wings, catching a draft back up. I came up and kicked the Stencil is the shin, then brought my hands down on her ears. She screamed, clutching at her shin and her ears while spiraling toward the desert floor.
I turned back to Max and helped him with a Stencil who was tiny, both of us ganging up on the tiny Stencil. It seemed like a little kid until it started foaming at the mouth, it's eyes filling with blood-lust. That's when Max kicked him in the face so hard, the Stencil was sent 30 feet backwards and then started falling, still screaming words-that-I-cannot-and-will-not-repeat- at us. "Yes, thanks Christy!" Max said. That's when we heard it, a scream. We both looked toward the front of the mob, where the scream had come from. We didn't even have to look at each other, both of us were going. We flew over, trying to take down Stencils as we went.
Once we got there, Max suddenly froze, staring. I looked around. Jim and Wendy were also staring at her. The girl from my dream, Rachel. My breath hitched in my throat. She was smiling directly at Jim, his mouth moved, though I couldn't hear him, I knew what he had said. "Rachel...."..... She grinned THAT grin and charged him. Before I even knew what I was doing, I rushed into her, right before she crashed into Jim. She pushed me off her, kicking me in the gut. I flipped in the air a few times, in a ball. Then i stopped and sucked in a breath, GOD THAT HURT!!! "You must be her..... the new girl everyone wants....." Rachel smiled at me, flying around me like a predator does with prey. I was the prey in this scenario. "Well.... they said to get you, not that we couldn't hurt you.... this is going to be fun..." She grinned, aiming a punch for my head. I ducked and grabbed her hand, twisting it back. She cried out and folded in her wings, dropping like a rock and pulling me with her. We were a tangle of fists, feet and wings, falling toward the ground at a deadly speed.
Suddenly she let go, pushing me away. She smiled, her nose bleeding and having multiple scratches. "See you later, Christina...." I gasped as she swiftly flew in the other direction, toward the sun and blinding me.
I carefully pulled out my wings, straightening my position. I burst up toward the sky again, narrowly missing hitting Wendy an Jim. "Sorry!" I called below me as they stop and start to come back up as well.
I hovered next to Max, who was gaping at me. "You just..... beat up Rachel....." I shrugged, itching to mess with the cut on my side.... it itched..... sooooo bad....
"We need to get out of here.... now." Jim said and we all looked at him. Leave?
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Vision comes true
I woke with one side like fire, the side against Jim, and the other cold, the desert on a typical morning. I pulled away from Jim and he woke immediately, getting up and glancing around. "Thank you...." I muttered, tucking my notebook and pen into my pocket. Max, the boy who was about my age, had loan me a pair of his clothes since mine were obviously not worth wearing. Simone, was the little girl. She was cute, Simone, she had a way about her that made everyone around her cheer up. Carter, the dark boy, very rough but protective of his loved ones. Wendy, sarcastic and mocking, but still, she had a nice side also. I was fine with every one of them, why wouldn't I be? I felt they were fine with me also.
"Oh, uh, yeah- your welcome...." Jim yawned. He walked to the mouth of the cave, breathing in the scent of fresh desert air. He suddenly swung around to face me. "Want to wake the others and go for a fly?" He looked so eager. His wings were already unfolding to their magnificent length that nearly brushed the sides of the cave. I smiled and nodded, starting to prod Max who was right next to me. He stirred a little, then sat straight, lightning rod up. I jumped back, exclaiming something that made everyone wake up. "Holy flying cows!" I had exclaimed, which, really, who ever says that? Everyone burst out laughing as I said it and I ducked my head, my face turning a bright crimson. My tutor says that.....
"Oh, don't worry, your okay..... that saying is perfectly normal..." Carter put an arm around me, his skin like fire. "Really, if your like us, nothing is not normal. It's all routine..... you get used to it!" He laughed and I smiled at his kind-of-logical- excuse for me shouting 'holy flying cows'. But really, I guess I just had an obsession with cows to them- which I didn't! Hadn't seen a real cow in my entire life. Which, let's face it, is pretty sad.
"We wanted to go for a fly, you guys up for it?" Jim asked, grinning. There was an eruption of commotion where all I could hear was exclamations of 'yes', 'why didn't you tell us earlier?!', and ' duh, who wouldn't?' And then we were off, flying in the warmth of the sun. I breathed in a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying flying. It was a perfect day. Pretty white clouds in the sky. The lake from the day before reflecting the sun's light everywhere around it. There were tiny animals making calls in the trees. But over the horizon, I could see a little blob swimming this way, no doubt a thunderstorm. The Winged all flew like they were born to, in huge, arcing circles, doing large flips, catching drafts. Wendy stayed with me though, watching the others while they played games. I was watching also, not quite sure I could fly that well yet. While we flew in silence, I thought about my horrible nightmare/vision. I wasn't sure what it really was.
I had just suddenly showed up in a sunny pavilion. There was a large amount of women and men standing alert and ready. I didn't know what for at the time. Then there was a man who showed up, I could only see his back which had a tip of a white coat. He had said ."Get her back here, alive. Go." Then the people in front of him suddenly started to change. Getting huge claws, covered in black and gray fur, wings sliding out of their backs. The wings were larger than they should have been, 20 feet on some creatures, others were only 6 feet long. They all seemed to be mixed and matched depending on their heights. They took off gracefully though, but slow. REALLY slow, I swear, turtles would fly faster than those things.
The scene had changed and I was looking at Jim, speechless in the sky. He was staring at a girl about my age who stood in front of the creatures who were now attacking the rest of the Winged. She was smiling sweetly but behind her eyes I saw something different. It was hate, bitterness toward everything happening around her. "Rachel...." Jim whispered as Rachel charged him. That was my last image, the girl grinning at me....
"Christy? Christy?!" I looked up at Wendy to find her pointing at the black blob in the distance which had now maxed out in size, almost filling the horizon. And now that I looked closer I saw feathers and flashes of fur. Oh no. "We need to warn the others- now!" Wendy swooped down and yelled at the others who stopped and stared at her in horror. I kept my eyes on the oncoming hoard of creatures and thought, it wasn't a dream after all.
"Oh, uh, yeah- your welcome...." Jim yawned. He walked to the mouth of the cave, breathing in the scent of fresh desert air. He suddenly swung around to face me. "Want to wake the others and go for a fly?" He looked so eager. His wings were already unfolding to their magnificent length that nearly brushed the sides of the cave. I smiled and nodded, starting to prod Max who was right next to me. He stirred a little, then sat straight, lightning rod up. I jumped back, exclaiming something that made everyone wake up. "Holy flying cows!" I had exclaimed, which, really, who ever says that? Everyone burst out laughing as I said it and I ducked my head, my face turning a bright crimson. My tutor says that.....
"Oh, don't worry, your okay..... that saying is perfectly normal..." Carter put an arm around me, his skin like fire. "Really, if your like us, nothing is not normal. It's all routine..... you get used to it!" He laughed and I smiled at his kind-of-logical- excuse for me shouting 'holy flying cows'. But really, I guess I just had an obsession with cows to them- which I didn't! Hadn't seen a real cow in my entire life. Which, let's face it, is pretty sad.
"We wanted to go for a fly, you guys up for it?" Jim asked, grinning. There was an eruption of commotion where all I could hear was exclamations of 'yes', 'why didn't you tell us earlier?!', and ' duh, who wouldn't?' And then we were off, flying in the warmth of the sun. I breathed in a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying flying. It was a perfect day. Pretty white clouds in the sky. The lake from the day before reflecting the sun's light everywhere around it. There were tiny animals making calls in the trees. But over the horizon, I could see a little blob swimming this way, no doubt a thunderstorm. The Winged all flew like they were born to, in huge, arcing circles, doing large flips, catching drafts. Wendy stayed with me though, watching the others while they played games. I was watching also, not quite sure I could fly that well yet. While we flew in silence, I thought about my horrible nightmare/vision. I wasn't sure what it really was.
I had just suddenly showed up in a sunny pavilion. There was a large amount of women and men standing alert and ready. I didn't know what for at the time. Then there was a man who showed up, I could only see his back which had a tip of a white coat. He had said ."Get her back here, alive. Go." Then the people in front of him suddenly started to change. Getting huge claws, covered in black and gray fur, wings sliding out of their backs. The wings were larger than they should have been, 20 feet on some creatures, others were only 6 feet long. They all seemed to be mixed and matched depending on their heights. They took off gracefully though, but slow. REALLY slow, I swear, turtles would fly faster than those things.
The scene had changed and I was looking at Jim, speechless in the sky. He was staring at a girl about my age who stood in front of the creatures who were now attacking the rest of the Winged. She was smiling sweetly but behind her eyes I saw something different. It was hate, bitterness toward everything happening around her. "Rachel...." Jim whispered as Rachel charged him. That was my last image, the girl grinning at me....
"Christy? Christy?!" I looked up at Wendy to find her pointing at the black blob in the distance which had now maxed out in size, almost filling the horizon. And now that I looked closer I saw feathers and flashes of fur. Oh no. "We need to warn the others- now!" Wendy swooped down and yelled at the others who stopped and stared at her in horror. I kept my eyes on the oncoming hoard of creatures and thought, it wasn't a dream after all.
Friday, February 24, 2012
YAY from the writer!
Yes! 100 page views. This may not sound like a lot, but for me, yeah it's a lot of people...... ha ha. Thanks for reading and remember that I'm not plagiarizing, just fan writing :D. Thank you all so much!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Nightmare
"Why did you ask her to stay?" Wendy asked quietly, so not to wake any of the kids. Jim looked warily at her. He was just on the verge of sleep when she asked the question he hoped he would never have to answer, ever. But here he was, having to debate on what to say to her while she waited expectantly. He swallowed, not really even fully sure him self. "She..... Christy.... she has a way about her that is very mixed. She is rebellious against the school. Yet quiet and shy at the same time. She knows her place. Does everything she is told. I can't imagine what they did to her back at the school, but somehow she survived longer than us. She preserved her character in that place and I admire her for it. We stayed less time than her and there, I remember feeling so cold, like the walls and everything around me just sucked the life out of everything. That didn't seem to bother her, at least that I have observed. She is very spirited, I think it would be good for the Winged to have someone like her. Also for her..." he paused. "To have a life outside of there that wasn't torturous. I just want her to turn out different..... like we would if we had lived like her. I want to keep her spirit..." There was total silence, the only sound the kids' quiet breathing and animal sounds outside.
"How touching, I never knew you could feel that passionately for a tiny girl like her. Makes you sound like a big brother...." Wendy teased, bumping him playfully with her shoulder. She was much more gentle than she seemed; really sarcastic and mocking. Jim laughed through his nose, Wendy joined in. They looked up at the moon in silence, each in their own world. Then both snapped their head in the direction of Christy as she whimpered loudly. Then stopped. Then she bolted straight up, breathing hard. She immediately pulled out a journal from her pocket and started to write jibberish words onto it. Her silky black hair hid her terrified face, and strangely, she wasn't looking at the paper, she was looking straight ahead (at the cave wall) as she wrote like lightning. The pages of her journal flipped every thirty seconds as she filled the page with words that Wendy and Jim couldn't make out. She never glanced in their direction, never blinked, never stopped writing. When she did stop, she sat there, blinking. She looked confused and scared, her large ice blue eyes glassy with tears. Jim stood up and came over, she looked up, frantically covering her notebook. Jim sat beside her, tentatively putting a hand on her back. She stiffened, not prepared for how warm he was. She rarely had human contact and when she did, it felt like fire across her skin. "Christy, did you have a nightmare?" Jim asked, stroking her hair.
"N-no. A vision....." she started to tear up and rubbed at her eyes. "You were so..... still..... you saw a girl..... Rachel..... y-you guys couldn't fight her.... I didn't know what to do..... " Jim and Wendy tensed at the mention of Rachel. Still, Jim pulled Christy into his embrace, deciding against asking her about it. She seemed so fragile, even though she was so strong. Her tears were short, and soon she was asleep in Jim's arms. He wrapped his wings around them both, warming everything around them.
"How touching, I never knew you could feel that passionately for a tiny girl like her. Makes you sound like a big brother...." Wendy teased, bumping him playfully with her shoulder. She was much more gentle than she seemed; really sarcastic and mocking. Jim laughed through his nose, Wendy joined in. They looked up at the moon in silence, each in their own world. Then both snapped their head in the direction of Christy as she whimpered loudly. Then stopped. Then she bolted straight up, breathing hard. She immediately pulled out a journal from her pocket and started to write jibberish words onto it. Her silky black hair hid her terrified face, and strangely, she wasn't looking at the paper, she was looking straight ahead (at the cave wall) as she wrote like lightning. The pages of her journal flipped every thirty seconds as she filled the page with words that Wendy and Jim couldn't make out. She never glanced in their direction, never blinked, never stopped writing. When she did stop, she sat there, blinking. She looked confused and scared, her large ice blue eyes glassy with tears. Jim stood up and came over, she looked up, frantically covering her notebook. Jim sat beside her, tentatively putting a hand on her back. She stiffened, not prepared for how warm he was. She rarely had human contact and when she did, it felt like fire across her skin. "Christy, did you have a nightmare?" Jim asked, stroking her hair.
"N-no. A vision....." she started to tear up and rubbed at her eyes. "You were so..... still..... you saw a girl..... Rachel..... y-you guys couldn't fight her.... I didn't know what to do..... " Jim and Wendy tensed at the mention of Rachel. Still, Jim pulled Christy into his embrace, deciding against asking her about it. She seemed so fragile, even though she was so strong. Her tears were short, and soon she was asleep in Jim's arms. He wrapped his wings around them both, warming everything around them.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The Winged
I could fly....
I closed my eyes, filled with a new joy that brought on energy. "Wait a second, kid. We have a few questions that need answers before you start flying off." Said the dark teenager and I heard him get off the wall. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Anything, they had saved me. I would do almost anything for them. "Shoot!" I exclaimed, beaming. He looked at me critically then to Jim, for guidance obviously.
"Where did you come from?" Jim said blandly, watching me closely. I smiled, stepping forward and everyone else stepped back. "The prison, did you come from there also? Did you guys live in crates?" I was curious, I think I'm the only one who lived in an actual room made especially for me. Everyone else seemed to be living in dog crates and in weird test tubes. Jim raised his eyebrows, no doubt wondering why I was so straight forward about this. "Well, for one, we did come from the prison and we did indeed live in dog crates. What did you live in?" He asked casually.
"A room."
"You lived in a room? Why would they let you have that privilege?" He asked, his voice really sounding curious.
"My parents still own me! Like I'm a doll and they just use me for their own entertainment. I was born for one reason. To help the scientists. My parents don't love me, they just let the Idiots use me to their own demises. They only make sure I am as comfortable as I can get it that heck whole. Basically, they use me, I know it, their using me to find something bigger. I heard them talking once, about their son. They wanted him back so badly- pft!Yeah, if only they realized that they had a daughter being used in stupid experiments. No, I doubt even then they would do something. Their too wrapped up in my brother that I don't even know the name of. The one who the Idiots are searching for right now...." I clenched my fists together in agitation. Everyone was staring at me as if I was from an alien planet, everyone except Jim. He looked thoughtful, watching my wings flutter in an annoyed way that I had. I felt self conscious and pulled them behind my back, folding my arms over my chest and looking at the floor.
"You sure do have a rebellious side, don't ya'?" Asked the dark boy, coming to stand by me, looking me up and down. Jim glared at him, making motions behind his back. "Oh, don't worry, Jim. She may be rebellious, but she wouldn't hurt me even if she wanted to. It's clear in her eyes...." He trailed off, picking a stray piece of lettuce out of my hair. The other boy rolled his eyes, looking like he was about to say something. But Jim said before he could ,"Could we have a moment alone? Just go fly out in the sky, like usual, but don't stray too far." He warned, gesturing toward the cave entrance. All of them walked to the door, giving him looks that ranged from disapproval to a carefully aimed anger. I gasped as one by one, they pulled out their wings and jumped over the side of the cliff. They all had different colors, but the dark boy actually had dark wings like mine. But his were less narrow and more for power, not speed. The curly headed teenager had white wings that looked like freshly fallen snow. The boy about my age had blue wings, ranging from a dark green and then lightening to a turquoise. The little girl had brown, white and black speckled wings.
"So, you don't really know about the person your parents and the scientists want to find?"
I shook my head, looking back to him. "I have lived there my whole life, and what I do remember of them talking about him was quiet and distorted. It was behind a wall or door, closed off. I never dared to ask about it, I'd be whipped or would have to do another experiment. No one really cared but my tutor. He helped me get away, he gave me a very influential series...."
"Do.... can you do anything?"
"Only see the future while I'm dreaming. I saw you and the other girl come and save me after I fell."
"Hmm..." He looked at my wings that were beating ever so slightly, my posture, my body language.
"Do you want to stay here, with us I mean? The Winged?" Jim asked and I froze. He... wanted me to stay? I new feeling over came me and I blinked. It felt like....acceptance, like someone really cared about my well being. I blinked again and he said, thinking I didn't want to ,"You don't have to, it's your choice. I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything."
I smiled up at him, since he had inched closer. "Yes, I would love to be One of the Winged."
I closed my eyes, filled with a new joy that brought on energy. "Wait a second, kid. We have a few questions that need answers before you start flying off." Said the dark teenager and I heard him get off the wall. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Anything, they had saved me. I would do almost anything for them. "Shoot!" I exclaimed, beaming. He looked at me critically then to Jim, for guidance obviously.
"Where did you come from?" Jim said blandly, watching me closely. I smiled, stepping forward and everyone else stepped back. "The prison, did you come from there also? Did you guys live in crates?" I was curious, I think I'm the only one who lived in an actual room made especially for me. Everyone else seemed to be living in dog crates and in weird test tubes. Jim raised his eyebrows, no doubt wondering why I was so straight forward about this. "Well, for one, we did come from the prison and we did indeed live in dog crates. What did you live in?" He asked casually.
"A room."
"You lived in a room? Why would they let you have that privilege?" He asked, his voice really sounding curious.
"My parents still own me! Like I'm a doll and they just use me for their own entertainment. I was born for one reason. To help the scientists. My parents don't love me, they just let the Idiots use me to their own demises. They only make sure I am as comfortable as I can get it that heck whole. Basically, they use me, I know it, their using me to find something bigger. I heard them talking once, about their son. They wanted him back so badly- pft!Yeah, if only they realized that they had a daughter being used in stupid experiments. No, I doubt even then they would do something. Their too wrapped up in my brother that I don't even know the name of. The one who the Idiots are searching for right now...." I clenched my fists together in agitation. Everyone was staring at me as if I was from an alien planet, everyone except Jim. He looked thoughtful, watching my wings flutter in an annoyed way that I had. I felt self conscious and pulled them behind my back, folding my arms over my chest and looking at the floor.
"You sure do have a rebellious side, don't ya'?" Asked the dark boy, coming to stand by me, looking me up and down. Jim glared at him, making motions behind his back. "Oh, don't worry, Jim. She may be rebellious, but she wouldn't hurt me even if she wanted to. It's clear in her eyes...." He trailed off, picking a stray piece of lettuce out of my hair. The other boy rolled his eyes, looking like he was about to say something. But Jim said before he could ,"Could we have a moment alone? Just go fly out in the sky, like usual, but don't stray too far." He warned, gesturing toward the cave entrance. All of them walked to the door, giving him looks that ranged from disapproval to a carefully aimed anger. I gasped as one by one, they pulled out their wings and jumped over the side of the cliff. They all had different colors, but the dark boy actually had dark wings like mine. But his were less narrow and more for power, not speed. The curly headed teenager had white wings that looked like freshly fallen snow. The boy about my age had blue wings, ranging from a dark green and then lightening to a turquoise. The little girl had brown, white and black speckled wings.
"So, you don't really know about the person your parents and the scientists want to find?"
I shook my head, looking back to him. "I have lived there my whole life, and what I do remember of them talking about him was quiet and distorted. It was behind a wall or door, closed off. I never dared to ask about it, I'd be whipped or would have to do another experiment. No one really cared but my tutor. He helped me get away, he gave me a very influential series...."
"Do.... can you do anything?"
"Only see the future while I'm dreaming. I saw you and the other girl come and save me after I fell."
"Hmm..." He looked at my wings that were beating ever so slightly, my posture, my body language.
"Do you want to stay here, with us I mean? The Winged?" Jim asked and I froze. He... wanted me to stay? I new feeling over came me and I blinked. It felt like....acceptance, like someone really cared about my well being. I blinked again and he said, thinking I didn't want to ,"You don't have to, it's your choice. I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything."
I smiled up at him, since he had inched closer. "Yes, I would love to be One of the Winged."
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
My dream comes true
I watched for several minutes, gaining info on the security guards. They never even looked in my direction, stupid of them- really. I concluded that they came every two and a half minutes. That should be enough time for me to take off. I stood up, making sure the garbage was steady. I pulled out my wings, cringing. They had been beaten on the way down the shoot, and were covered in garbage even though they hadn't been exposed to the onslaught. I looked at the ground, then the moon. I prepared my wings, hardening them, then I leaped over the edge of the dumpster. I flapped desperately as the ground rushed up to greet me. I pushed down hard, flexing my wing muscles to the max. My back flexed with my wings, angling upward. I sailed up, the wind catching my at just the right moment. My sneakered foot just barely touched the pavement before I soared up. Before I knew it, I started to fall again. I performed the same movements again, breathing hard. I went up another ten or so feet. I did this again and again until I was above the prison, watching the air ahead and trying to keep aloft. I didn't look down, I already knew it would be too much. I hated heights and if I was to freeze up now.... well, that would not be good.
I kept going like that for sometime, the sky got lighter. Turning purple, then pink right before my eyes. The Texas desert and huge landforms lay below me. It was freezing, I didn't have my coat, not that it could compare to this weather. The cold was even worse than at the prison, seeping into my body and making me want to drop into the hard packed dirt. I kept going though, after what I had lived through, it would be stupid to die of falling. I shivered uncontrollably, my teeth almost seeming to break I was chattering so hard.
The sun rose over the edge of the nothingness, warming my feathers and face. Oh no, I thought as my wings started to increasingly get more and more exhausted every second. Then my wings started to slow, then stop altogether as I started to heat up. I fell toward the ground like a rock. I screamed, everything below me was a blur. I was in a very dangerous area, with many trees and large spiky rocks just eagerly waiting to impale me. I screamed, hysteria kicking in as I found out I couldn't move my wings at all.
Then I saw it, A white figure amongst the red, green and orange blur that was the ground. It was going even faster than me, but upward, toward me. It unfurled below me and I collided with it and felt a warm set of fingers wrap around my arm and feathery wings pump powerfully. But it was no use, now both the figure and I were falling together. Then another figure, a light brown feathery mass, grabbed my other arm. With many down strokes, the two winged people were carrying me into the sky. I looked to the east at what I call a prison and thought , I'm free.
My dream, I thought, it came true. Now i was away from all the Idiots, my parents, everything!
"Jim!" The white figure yelled, it was a girl. She had a light voice but was very sarcastic, I could tell. "I Won't be able to hold her much longer- what do you see in her anyway?" I assumed the 'her' was me, since it would be a little weird if she were randomly talking about someone else.
"Hold in there- and what I see in her, I'll tell you later." Came Jim's calm voice as they started to bring us all down ward. We were heading straight for the cliff face. It was a orange and dark crimson and if I wasn't scared out of my mind, it might have actually been pretty. I screamed, feeling something tug at my hair and then let go abruptly. I screamed this time as we neared the edge of the rock, then suddenly they ducked below, their wings just barely touching the cave roof. I stumbled as they let go, nearly tripping over my untied shoe lases. I steadied myself against the wall, looking around and breathing heavily. There were a few other kids in here. There was a little girl with wavy light brown hair who tucked something quickly behind her back. She looked a little secretive, like a toddler who had eaten the pudding but said they didn't. There was a boy about my age who was wrinkling his nose. No wonder, I smelled like garbage. He had light blond hair, fair, pale, skin. He had a little bit of freckles around his eyes and dotted onto his cheeks. There was also a older teenage boy who was leaning casually against the wall. He had dark skin, dark hair and brown eyes. He was grinning crookedly, with stunning white teeth. The teenagers who had brought me here were looking at me critically. Jim had dark blond hair with golden, shining eyes. He had his light brown wings cautiously displayed. The girl beside him also had her bright white wings out. She had tight curls arranged around her face. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and were almost seeming to look through me.
"A-ah!" I stammered, my wings were starting to work again and they were spasming behind me. I was trembling, I tasted blood in my mouth from biting it and I was covered in garbage. I probably looked horrible, like I fell from the sky and came from a floating garbage disposal.
"What's behind your back?" Jim asked quietly but in a leader voice. I closed my eyes, turning around. "Oh, sh-" I heard a deep voice about to curse but Jim cut in. "What....did you do to them?" I turned around, swallowing and clearing my throat.
"I-I flew here. I e-escaped the- the prison. Yes, the..... I escaped the prison. My dream came true......" Then it finally dawned on me. I had escaped the most horrid place I had ever been without dying or getting caught. I had flown all the way here. I could fly. I COULD FLY!!!! "Oh my gosh...." I stammered, running a hand through my messy hair and looking at my wings that had stopped spasming, filled with a new energy. "I can fly- can you believe it- I can fly!!!!" I put a hand to my forehead, smiling.
I could fly. I had escaped the Idiots. I was here with other bird kids. I was free!!!
I kept going like that for sometime, the sky got lighter. Turning purple, then pink right before my eyes. The Texas desert and huge landforms lay below me. It was freezing, I didn't have my coat, not that it could compare to this weather. The cold was even worse than at the prison, seeping into my body and making me want to drop into the hard packed dirt. I kept going though, after what I had lived through, it would be stupid to die of falling. I shivered uncontrollably, my teeth almost seeming to break I was chattering so hard.
The sun rose over the edge of the nothingness, warming my feathers and face. Oh no, I thought as my wings started to increasingly get more and more exhausted every second. Then my wings started to slow, then stop altogether as I started to heat up. I fell toward the ground like a rock. I screamed, everything below me was a blur. I was in a very dangerous area, with many trees and large spiky rocks just eagerly waiting to impale me. I screamed, hysteria kicking in as I found out I couldn't move my wings at all.
Then I saw it, A white figure amongst the red, green and orange blur that was the ground. It was going even faster than me, but upward, toward me. It unfurled below me and I collided with it and felt a warm set of fingers wrap around my arm and feathery wings pump powerfully. But it was no use, now both the figure and I were falling together. Then another figure, a light brown feathery mass, grabbed my other arm. With many down strokes, the two winged people were carrying me into the sky. I looked to the east at what I call a prison and thought , I'm free.
My dream, I thought, it came true. Now i was away from all the Idiots, my parents, everything!
"Jim!" The white figure yelled, it was a girl. She had a light voice but was very sarcastic, I could tell. "I Won't be able to hold her much longer- what do you see in her anyway?" I assumed the 'her' was me, since it would be a little weird if she were randomly talking about someone else.
"Hold in there- and what I see in her, I'll tell you later." Came Jim's calm voice as they started to bring us all down ward. We were heading straight for the cliff face. It was a orange and dark crimson and if I wasn't scared out of my mind, it might have actually been pretty. I screamed, feeling something tug at my hair and then let go abruptly. I screamed this time as we neared the edge of the rock, then suddenly they ducked below, their wings just barely touching the cave roof. I stumbled as they let go, nearly tripping over my untied shoe lases. I steadied myself against the wall, looking around and breathing heavily. There were a few other kids in here. There was a little girl with wavy light brown hair who tucked something quickly behind her back. She looked a little secretive, like a toddler who had eaten the pudding but said they didn't. There was a boy about my age who was wrinkling his nose. No wonder, I smelled like garbage. He had light blond hair, fair, pale, skin. He had a little bit of freckles around his eyes and dotted onto his cheeks. There was also a older teenage boy who was leaning casually against the wall. He had dark skin, dark hair and brown eyes. He was grinning crookedly, with stunning white teeth. The teenagers who had brought me here were looking at me critically. Jim had dark blond hair with golden, shining eyes. He had his light brown wings cautiously displayed. The girl beside him also had her bright white wings out. She had tight curls arranged around her face. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and were almost seeming to look through me.
"A-ah!" I stammered, my wings were starting to work again and they were spasming behind me. I was trembling, I tasted blood in my mouth from biting it and I was covered in garbage. I probably looked horrible, like I fell from the sky and came from a floating garbage disposal.
"What's behind your back?" Jim asked quietly but in a leader voice. I closed my eyes, turning around. "Oh, sh-" I heard a deep voice about to curse but Jim cut in. "What....did you do to them?" I turned around, swallowing and clearing my throat.
"I-I flew here. I e-escaped the- the prison. Yes, the..... I escaped the prison. My dream came true......" Then it finally dawned on me. I had escaped the most horrid place I had ever been without dying or getting caught. I had flown all the way here. I could fly. I COULD FLY!!!! "Oh my gosh...." I stammered, running a hand through my messy hair and looking at my wings that had stopped spasming, filled with a new energy. "I can fly- can you believe it- I can fly!!!!" I put a hand to my forehead, smiling.
I could fly. I had escaped the Idiots. I was here with other bird kids. I was free!!!
Friday, February 3, 2012
In the dark
The rest of the day, I spent reading. I was amazed by this series, I even started calling it nonfiction-their situation seemed real enough. I didn't fall asleep until well late into the night, and my sleep was dreamless. When I woke up, I didn't even bother to change my clothes, just keep reading. I was on the last book, 15 pages left, when breakfast came. It slid in the usual way, under the steel doors. It was the same as always, goo and slush. But somehow livened by my surreal mood. I ate while reading the last of the book, nearly choking at one part. I coughed, my eyes watering, reading the last few words. When done, I sat back, finished my meal and thought it over. Our situations were tied, but only when she was in the school. She got away with Fang, Iggy, Angel, Nudge, and the Gasman.... I don't know anyone here but the idiots, my tutor, and I barely know my parents.
Why would tutor say our lives were so similar, when they couldn't be more different? They were free, I was stuck here. They know a lot of people, I don't know anyone. They have lives, I don't. They can fly, I can't. Well, I thought it through, I had never really tried to fly before.... I stood up. What a perfectly horrid idea, I scolded myself but still bent my back. I then realized why I had slits in the back of my shirt, to let out my wings. I pulled off my jacket, throwing it onto the bed. Since the idiots hadn't tried to stop me yet, they were probably not watching me or wanted me to let out my wings. I tried and tried again, bending my wings into many different, uncomfortable positions before they finally slid out. They weren't anything great, since I had never used them in my entire life. They were a dull black, the feathers hanging a little limply. Not to mention how skinny they were, they looked as if they were bone, but I had moved them- so they did indeed have some measure of strength in them. I spent the next few hours pulling them in and out, in and out. That was one of the best ways to learn, applying it over and over. Soon, it was easy as if I was asleep. I then tried to do different things, starting with the least complicated. I first started to flap one wing, then the other, until I was flapping both wings. I then tried turning my wings different way, bending one and not the other. I tried folding them around myself. I even tried to lift my weight into the air, only making it five feet before I bumped my head and decided to stop.
I was so concentrated I didn't even hear the doors open, and those doors are loud! I was facing the glass mirror that was one way, and that way obviously wasn't mine. That was when I was them standing, gaping at the appendages that were moving from my back. They were a white coat, carrying a tray filled with different types of lotions and conditioners. I stopped immediately, folding my wings tightly against my back and facing them. She twitched and said in a dazed voice ,"U-uh... take out your wings again. I need a few feathers." I let my wings hang at my sides as she came to collect the feathers. I sucked in a breath as she plucked the first one, then the next. She was doing it too hard. I turned around to face her, carefully placing a hand on my mouth, she nodded, realizing I needed to speak. "Your plucking too hard, may I do it?" She knit her eyebrows together and nodded. She was about my height and watched carefully as I carefully slid a black feather from the top parts, the fuzzy ones. I handed it to her and she placed it on the tray. I took several more before she stopped me, saying she had enough. She left, taking the feathers with her. The door closed with a bang. She was a new one, I thought warily. She's not demanding like the rest of them.
That night, I lay awake in bed, waiting to put my plan in action. I had thought it up when I had dumped the breakfast tray down the trash shoot. It was deathly silent, the air still and frigid. I was staring into the dark, pretending to sleep. I had to be sure all the idiots weren't watching the monitor. They were too lazy to stay up all night just to watch me, a supposedly obedient girl who had never attempted at escape before and apparently didn't plan on it. After I was sure it was at least four in the morning, I slipped out from under the sheets. I had my journal in hand, two pens in my back pocket. I slipped the tiny journal into my front pocket, creeping along the wall, searching for what I was looking for. When my hand hit the cold metal, I stood silently in front of it. I took a deep breath, stretching the top half of my body into the garbage shoot. It was just large enough for me to fit, and I pulled myself in. Almost instantly, I dropped through the tunnel like a rock. My sides hit the walls that were covered in a green, black slime. There came a bend in the pipe and I hit my right shoulder on the hard, slippery metal. As soon as I turned the corner, junk from other shoots pelted me. Food, broken beakers, makeup, more food covered me and I shut my eyes tight. The shoot had opened up a little, so all the freaking stuff people threw out could fit. Suddenly, there were a bunch of twists and turns, making me hurt several places.
Then the shoot opened up and I landed in something soft and slimy, the other stuff from the shoot came out and hit me again. I crawled out of the way, gasping in pain. I cleared my eyes, trying to stand up. I could barely see anything in the little light provided. The light came from a lamp that glowed a dull orange. I slipped on a banana, how ironic. I fell down the pile of decaying things, stopping only when I ran into the edge of the dumpster. Gripping it before I fell over the side, I peeked around. It was the backside of the building. Across the cement ground was the other building, aglow with lights and people running around. That was at least a half mile away though, no one but the stars could see me. I was officially in the dark.
Why would tutor say our lives were so similar, when they couldn't be more different? They were free, I was stuck here. They know a lot of people, I don't know anyone. They have lives, I don't. They can fly, I can't. Well, I thought it through, I had never really tried to fly before.... I stood up. What a perfectly horrid idea, I scolded myself but still bent my back. I then realized why I had slits in the back of my shirt, to let out my wings. I pulled off my jacket, throwing it onto the bed. Since the idiots hadn't tried to stop me yet, they were probably not watching me or wanted me to let out my wings. I tried and tried again, bending my wings into many different, uncomfortable positions before they finally slid out. They weren't anything great, since I had never used them in my entire life. They were a dull black, the feathers hanging a little limply. Not to mention how skinny they were, they looked as if they were bone, but I had moved them- so they did indeed have some measure of strength in them. I spent the next few hours pulling them in and out, in and out. That was one of the best ways to learn, applying it over and over. Soon, it was easy as if I was asleep. I then tried to do different things, starting with the least complicated. I first started to flap one wing, then the other, until I was flapping both wings. I then tried turning my wings different way, bending one and not the other. I tried folding them around myself. I even tried to lift my weight into the air, only making it five feet before I bumped my head and decided to stop.
I was so concentrated I didn't even hear the doors open, and those doors are loud! I was facing the glass mirror that was one way, and that way obviously wasn't mine. That was when I was them standing, gaping at the appendages that were moving from my back. They were a white coat, carrying a tray filled with different types of lotions and conditioners. I stopped immediately, folding my wings tightly against my back and facing them. She twitched and said in a dazed voice ,"U-uh... take out your wings again. I need a few feathers." I let my wings hang at my sides as she came to collect the feathers. I sucked in a breath as she plucked the first one, then the next. She was doing it too hard. I turned around to face her, carefully placing a hand on my mouth, she nodded, realizing I needed to speak. "Your plucking too hard, may I do it?" She knit her eyebrows together and nodded. She was about my height and watched carefully as I carefully slid a black feather from the top parts, the fuzzy ones. I handed it to her and she placed it on the tray. I took several more before she stopped me, saying she had enough. She left, taking the feathers with her. The door closed with a bang. She was a new one, I thought warily. She's not demanding like the rest of them.
That night, I lay awake in bed, waiting to put my plan in action. I had thought it up when I had dumped the breakfast tray down the trash shoot. It was deathly silent, the air still and frigid. I was staring into the dark, pretending to sleep. I had to be sure all the idiots weren't watching the monitor. They were too lazy to stay up all night just to watch me, a supposedly obedient girl who had never attempted at escape before and apparently didn't plan on it. After I was sure it was at least four in the morning, I slipped out from under the sheets. I had my journal in hand, two pens in my back pocket. I slipped the tiny journal into my front pocket, creeping along the wall, searching for what I was looking for. When my hand hit the cold metal, I stood silently in front of it. I took a deep breath, stretching the top half of my body into the garbage shoot. It was just large enough for me to fit, and I pulled myself in. Almost instantly, I dropped through the tunnel like a rock. My sides hit the walls that were covered in a green, black slime. There came a bend in the pipe and I hit my right shoulder on the hard, slippery metal. As soon as I turned the corner, junk from other shoots pelted me. Food, broken beakers, makeup, more food covered me and I shut my eyes tight. The shoot had opened up a little, so all the freaking stuff people threw out could fit. Suddenly, there were a bunch of twists and turns, making me hurt several places.
Then the shoot opened up and I landed in something soft and slimy, the other stuff from the shoot came out and hit me again. I crawled out of the way, gasping in pain. I cleared my eyes, trying to stand up. I could barely see anything in the little light provided. The light came from a lamp that glowed a dull orange. I slipped on a banana, how ironic. I fell down the pile of decaying things, stopping only when I ran into the edge of the dumpster. Gripping it before I fell over the side, I peeked around. It was the backside of the building. Across the cement ground was the other building, aglow with lights and people running around. That was at least a half mile away though, no one but the stars could see me. I was officially in the dark.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
more one of the winged
I sighed, running my fingers through my tangled hair. Well, for an experiment of these dorks, I'm ok. No one wants to kill me, at least that I know of....
I got dressed as soon as all the weirdos left, taking my time.i put on my white clothes, even adding my paper thin sweater for good measure. It was better than sitting out here in a tank top... I sat on my bed, debating what to do next. It was my birthday, no Idiot could come in and disect me or something. So, what to do? The thought came before I could stop it, ' I could try to use my wings.' What a stupid idea! I mentally kicked myself, regretting it already. I had never really moved my wings in my entire life, never even looked at 'em. I ignored them, hoping maybe if I told myself i didn't have wings- that I wasn't a freak- somehow, it would come true. But no, I still had wings, I was still in this place, and I was still just an experiment.... I really was a freak.
I rolled onto my side, looking at the wall. Why did my life have to be this way? In all the books I had read, the children were happy, free even. None of them were caged up in a cell inside a prison where they performed horrible tests on you....none of them had a life like me. Why did it have to be me, along with countless others? We didn't deserve this life- no one did! It's cruel and heartless.....just wrong! Anger boiled up in me, my face stayed straight though, unchanging. I couldn't let them see anger on my face, they'd have a weird counselor come in and question me. I had it happen before, and I'll tell you that man is no pixie trying to get into my room. Talk about acne.... he had a new degree of acne, I thought the scientists had done something funky to his skin at first, then he told me it was 'natural'- pft, yeah right! Having toad skin is not anything 'natural', though neither is having wings or seeing the future, but that was just me. Oh, yeah, I can see the future. That dream I was having, I don't know when, but I know it'll happen. That's probably why they don't want me outside, for the fear I'll suddenly fly away, out of that 100 volt cage! Yeah, I seriously doubt it.
A loud bang broke my train of thought and I sat up, glancing at the door. It swung open, my dark haired tutor walking in. His glasses were all the way on the edge of his nose, his curly hair unruly still, his lean form towering over me. Yes, this was my tutor, the one who kept me sane all these years. Sad, just sad. He was guarded by...well, guards- as if i would try to kill the person who kept me going countless years in a row. He was holding a Reader ( an electronic book that can hold 100000 books), he handed it down to me. "I want you to read the whole series in two days, I know you can do it. It's above your level but I think you will find it something to look forward to. Seeming as you and all the characters have a very large connection. Well, I'll be back to check on you in two days, good bye Ms. Christina. "He called me by my full name, leaving the room, the door closed behind him with a bang that shook the walls. I looked at the bright, glowing screen of the Reader. "No way..." I whispered. He wanted me to read Maximum Ride, all of it. In two days.
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