Hello everybody, and welcome to my newest tale. It's gonna be epic. If you are haven't read my other story The Habbit, which is a prequel to this then I suggest you read that too: It gives a lot of backstory and it's fucking awesome. Anyway, enjoy….

LORD OF THE WINGS, Part I: WEST SIDE

Chapter 1, Flight From Phoenix

MANHUNT FOR COP KILLER CONTINUES

Following the brutal murder of Phoenix cop Robert Channing (right), 39, the Arizona state police had issued a statement from their Chief Harrison Lloyd. "This is not only a great tragedy for everybody in the force, and his family and friends, but a tragedy for the civilians he served dutifully for seventeen years. We will not stop or hold back in our efforts to bring his killer to justice." Channing was killed yesterday afternoon in a suburb of the Alhambra district. After a savage and fatal beating, the husband and father of three's body was dumped into the canal, where it was later seen by tourists. Police have stated they believe it was a random uncalculated attack, although there is the theory that Channing was raped after being discovered naked. Channing was apparently going through a rough period, facing an enquiry over the sexual assault of a woman held in police custody: Channing denied all charges. His son, Daniel, was shot in Chicago three months ago, aged 23. His daughter was diagnosed with cancer two years ago and his wife was allegedly cheating on him with three different men.

DNA found on the body was matched to that of Nicholas Martinez, 19, who attends a local high school. Police raided the house, but residents claim not to have seen Nicholas for several days. Martinez has had encounters with police before, found in possession of large quantities of marijuana on several occasions, and often involved in fights around the neighbourhood. Last year he was suspected of armed robbery but was later cleared of all charges. Nicholas' adopted mother Valencia Martinez has released a plea for the boy to come home: "Nick, if you're hearing this then just come home. I don't know what you've done but we need to sort this out. Please. We just want to know that you are safe." The police have started a state-wide search for Martinez, and are asking anybody with information to come forward and….. Article continues on page 3.

Taking a sip of my coffee, I folded up the newspaper and placed it down on the table. I sighed deeply. A 'state-wide' search? No chance of going back home for any more then. I had pulled into a highway services station in Blythe to refuel, the car and me. It was about 4 in the morning, and the day's newspapers had just arrived. Outside it was dark, heavy rainclouds ahead looking ready to burst. I'd crossed into California early this morning, and was just 60km outside of Los Angeles, my final destination. Thanks to my new Lamborghini Aventador I'd been able to reach the border in breakneck speed. The officials didn't even glance my way. Assholes.

Yesterday Max and I had killed a cop, and I hadn't really thought much of it when we dumped his body into the canal. Then Jeb had come, and told me about this experiment he was doing in which the whole flock was drugged somehow, and we each had our sex drive increased. Maybe getting out of the house was a good idea: being horny all the time was killing me.

I was alone in the station, except for one waitress who had given me the coffee and made me pay for the gas. I had left the house with no money, and only a suitcase full of my clothes and some drugs. I'd sold a kg of heroin before I'd left Arizona, approximately at $1000. I could've gotten twice that for it, but I was scared and in a hurry. I looked over at the waitress, and checked her out. She was blonde, with perky tits and a cute face and maybe about my age. I guess the drugs Jeb gave us hadn't quite worn off yet.

"Hi, what can I get you?" smiled the waitress, in that practiced must-be-nice-to-the-customer-and-appear-helpful voice. I smiled back at her.
"Some more coffee please… and some company." She laughed, and turned towards the coffee machine.
"Same as before then? Black one sugar?" I nodded. The coffee machine whirred as it did its thing.
"So what brings you here so early?" She said, smiling and resting on one arm over the counter.
"Oh me….. I'm on the run from the cops." I said with a straight face.
"Oh are you now?" She said with a clear disbelieving tone. "And what have you done?"
"Well… let's just say I've been a very bad boy." I grinned. She bit her bottom lip flirtatiously.
"Are you flirting with me?" she asked.
"I could be… Angela." I said reading the name off of her Starbucks badge. She laughed again.

"Well that's not so bad" she said.
"Nope" I agreed "I'm Fang." She laughed again.
"That's not some nickname is it?" I looked at her seriously.
"Of course not, I'm too cool for nicknames," I said and she giggled. The coffee machine clicked to show it was finished.
"You want your coffee now?" She said, biting down on her bottom lip. I shook my head.
"I didn't really come here for coffee…." I trailed off because she'd kissed me, and I kissed her back. When we broke for air I vaulted over the counter with one hand and stood in front of her before kissing her again. Her body was pulled close to me, her leg wrapped around mine. I pushed her over to the counter and she lay back on it, pulling up her work skirt and spreading her legs.

"Here" she said handing me a condom. I slipped it on quickly, before pulling off her panties. With one finger I traced her hole; it was already wet. Wasting no time, I drew myself up to her and plunged into her depths. She yelled loudly.
"Oh my god! Oh god….. You're really big" She moaned looking up into my eyes. Slowly I began to pump into her, and her moans became more excited. I guess some things just never change, and when I say that I mean me.

Voila. Chapter 1 done. Like it? The story hasn't really picked up properly yet, so don't worry totally. Read and review please.