The whiteness was getting closer, enveloping me in it's soft- almost feather like- embrace. Well. It figures that it was feathers. A hand wrapped around my arm and pulled me up the last of the way, hauling me onto the cement side of the ride. Water poured out of my mouth and nose, needing no encouragement. I gasped, sucking in gulps of air, staring up at Wendy. She had her downy, white wings stretched out behind her. She was soaking wet. She had...pulled me out of there. SHE SAVED ME FROM DROWNING!
I jump up, hugging her. She stumbles and we almost fall back in. Almost...
"Wendy!!!!" Jim called, running up to us. Red emergency lights were flashing and a siren had gone off in the short time I was underwater. He pulled us up by the backs of our shirts and shoved us toward a hole in the wall. We ran through, following behind the others. They had already made it in. Jim closes a door behind us and we all sprint down the corridor, red lights lighting our way.
Simone pushes a back door open and we all rush into the sunlight, immediately taking out our wings. Cautious, I know. We take off into the sky, more than enough people getting pictures. I could see people rushing out of the ride like ants, supervised by attendants. They were all very angry, children were crying. Some observant ones were even shouting and pointing at us. I swear, it was hard to see someone who DIDN'T notice us.
Jim took the lead, flying higher until we could barely be seen. But still, people were trying to get a good look. Someone had called the news and I could see with my raptor vision that they had a camera out and had filmed our departure.
Until a few days ago, no one knew about me. At all. I was a 'slave' basically, locked up for experimentation. Now, it was like everyone knew me. I was caught on camera; a bunch of people passed by me-by all of the Winged really. So now...it's more like the 'stay low' thing isn't working very well. We had managed to draw so much attention to ourselves in the past couple days. It was almost unbelievable. But if I could believe in idiots at the prison experimenting on little kids, I can imagine publicity coming naturally for a bunch of kids with wings.
The sad part though?
I think it's all because of me that everyone knows.
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