Well, this is my second fanfic. I tend to not like using already established characters, which is why my Heroes/MR crossover focuses mainly on my OC; it's just so much easier to write for a character that doesn't already have an established personality. Anyway, please read and review. The review button isn't going to spring to life and bite your finger, so please give all the criticism you possibly can.
I was running through a mountain forest as fast as I possibly could. Troopers with guns, who were constantly shooting at me, were following me. I had to weave in and out of the trees, rocks, and other terrain obstacles just to try and avoid them.
Eventually, I ran out of places to hide. I was on a mountainside, and there was no cover except for rocks that I was too small to hide behind. I picked up a rock, and threw it partway up the mountain, hoping to draw their attention. The troopers didn't budge.
I was left with a single option: up and away. But I couldn't do it in front of them. I couldn't risk being discovered.
Next to me, a rock exploded, sending fragments of stone flying in every direction. They were using grenades now! I didn't want to, but I had no choice.
I pulled off my shirt, and started running as fast as I could. As soon as the troopers set their sights on me, I unfurled my wings, beat down hard, and went high into the sky. I thought I had gotten away when I felt a searing pain in my right wing. I'd been hit!
I couldn't keep flying. I descended lower, lower, so fast that I would die upon impact. Just before I hit the ground, I covered my face with my arms…
I bolted upright. I was covered in sweat, and it was still dark. I checked the time: five in the morning. Great.
That one was a new dream. Usually, it involved being chased by mountain lions. However, it always involved the mountains. I didn't know why. I don't remember anything about the mountain that I was being chased down.
I got up and took a really hot shower. I turned the water as hot as it could go, only getting out once the water turned cold. My parents were going to kill me, but I didn't care.
I guess now would be a great time to introduce myself. My name is James Walker. Well, actually my name is Jameson, but I don't go by that.
The dream I just described did have a measure of truth to it: I did, in fact, have wings. They were stunningly beautiful, and my parents have described them as a work of art. They are ebony on the bottom, and cobalt on the top. My wingspan is about sixteen or seventeen feet across, and yes, they let me fly.
In fact, my entire body is different from a normal human because I'm not, in fact, human. My genome is part bird. My parents don't understand how this is possible; apparently I emerged from the womb with wings. The doctors were utterly fascinated, and wanted to decode my genome, but my mother forbade them from running any tests on me. Later on in life, I'm incredibly thankful for that. I don't ever want to be somebody's guinea pig, running on a treadmill or flying in a wind tunnel. That would definitely fit my definition of torture.
I walked out into the hallway and headed on down to the kitchen. My parents and brother were still asleep, so I didn't want to wake them. My brother is about a year or so older than I am. I'm fifteen, and he's sixteen, so he has his driver's license. He's tried to persuade me on multiple occasions to let him drive me to school, "act like a normal kid for once" he said, but I said no. I would much rather fly to school, and I'd done it so many times I knew exactly where to land so that nobody could see me. He kept trying to tell me that one of these days I would be caught, but I shrugged him off.
There is one thing about my brother that's interesting is that even though his genes are perfectly normal, he's got a few… special talents. If he's looking at somebody, he can tell what they're going to do, even before they know themselves. He also recovers from wounds at the same rate I do, which is weird because he's a normal human being as far as DNA goes.
Of course, I was weirder still. My mutant genes also afforded me a unique power: I could light things on fire with my mind. Yeah, weird huh? Think Charlie from Firestarter… just not quite as powerful. I read somewhere that it's called pyrokinesis. I couldn't throw fireballs or anything though; only light things on fire, usually accompanied by a slight flourish of my hand. I don't know how it works, but I don't accidentally light things on fire, it only works when I want it to.
As for my appearance, I'm about six feet tall with long, unkempt brown hair. The girls at school keep trying to get me to cut it, or at least pull it back in a ponytail. There was no way I was doing that, even though my brother occasionally did that to me while I slept. I usually reciprocated by lighting one of his shirts on fire, just to get even.
My parents are both exceptional people. My dad is a surgeon and my mom is a veterinarian, so between the two of them, there's enough knowledge to patch me up if I injure myself in a way normal humans can't. But all in all, they're very kind people who always know how to cheer me up.
My brother, on the other hand, is an expert at ticking me off. I usually keep my wings out when I'm in my room, and I tend to get really absorbed when reading something, so he has this tendency to come up behind me, grab my wings, and try to drag me through the halls. Luckily, he doesn't do this when somebody's over (thank god). What amazes me is that he's not jealous of the fact that I can fly; in fact, he says he'd much rather remain on terra firma. I've volunteered to try and carry him while I flied, but considering he needs the aisle seat whenever we go on airplanes so that he can get to the bathroom as fast as possible, I quickly rescinded my offer. He gets airsick and seasick easily. Poor guy, he doesn't know what he's missing.
I go to school at this really nice private school just off Sunset Boulevard. I've got a ton of friends there, and while I'm really athletic, I don't play on any of the sports teams. I don't want to take any chances of somebody finding out about my wings.
I had tons of friends at school, and we all got along really well. I didn't have a girlfriend, even though a ton of girls wanted to go out with me. I just didn't want to take the chance that somebody would find out about my wings. One of these days I'd have to just take a risk.
Anyway, that's my life. Or should I say, was my life. If things weren't already weird enough with the wings and everything, in about two months' time, everything pretty much changed real fast.
PS: Sorry if that was excessively verbose. I wrote this whole thing in about twenty minutes, even if that's hard to believe. When I get an idea, my hands just fly over the keyboard. Spell check had a field day with this one… anyways, enjoy!
