Here's a new story. Hope it becomes a hit.
Summary: This is a story of a brave girl named Gwen and her tag-along friend Kale. They live in a place that we all know as the School, but to them it's The House of Despair. A crate is their only shelter, scraps-their only food. All they have is each other and the wings on their back. 88% human, 12% bird. This is their story. Can you hold on for the flight?
Time period/Setting: Three years after the Flock's birthday.
Extra: Dylan is, sadly, in the Flock. Total, however, shall be absent. Lets say he's off with the Malamute. Also, Dr. M is good and is still working/leading the CSM (Coalition to Stop the Madness), which is a key part in this story.
Chapter 1: Prologue
Gwen's P.O.V.
Life, My Battlefield
Some will stand,
Others will fall.
Some will hail
Above it all.
Some will chant,
Others will mock.
Some will scream
'Till throats rub raw.
Some will stand,
And others will fall…
•••
With one hand I grasp onto life, only hinged by pure will. With the other I clasp to my only friend, Kale.
We sit side by side, but metal bars block our way. I can hear him breathing and he can hear my feathers ruffle.
It's dark, and I mean pitch-black. You know the kind of dark like when you're laying in your bed at night? Yeah, like that, but the blackness surrounds you in a deeper shade; a terror stricken shade.
Nothing is here to comfort us. The cold metallic base of my cage sends chills up my spine. The place creaks and rattles. It makes my skin crawl.
How long had we been in here? Three years. We didn't start out with wings, no. They 'experimented' a new serum, one that had terrible side effects. They injected bird DNA into our veins. We were left 12% bird. Wings and all the extras were formed as a result.
We've changed…
I use to be the overweight creep who was a worthless nobody. That was, until the day they snatched me and Kale from the bus stop. After that, the metamorphosis started, turning me cold, bitter, and utterly abused.
I used to be the kindhearted, soft-spoken type. I was a dork and deemed 'freak'. I never knew how much that word would describe me, until now.
Now, I stand six feet tall. My dark brown hair drapes over my shoulders. Eyes of green shine under my bangs. Jet-black wings measuring fifteen feet across jut out from my back. I'm probably pale from the lack of sunlight. Bones, my ribcage, stick out from my torso. You can each rib; they're like little crests on my starved, skinny body.
"How long?" Kale asked in a hoarse whisper.
"I don't know. A long time?" I answered with a sigh as I propped my head on one of the bars.
I could hear him lean back. I often imagined us free. I could see me running through the woods, arms outstretched. Kale would fly through the clouds, his choppy, dirty blond hair whipping around in the wind. His light brown eyes would widen in surprise. Ah...that would be the life…
"Did you hear that?" He broke me out of my daydream. I rolled to my knees.
"No," I sounded disappointed, because I was. I longed to hear something, even the sports talking radio! Anything but the silence that enveloped me.
"Listen!" He ordered sternly. I was about to scream that there was nothing there and that he was hallucinating from lack of food and water when I heard a solitary squeak.
"Ok, so a creak. It's just a…" I started to groan.
"Hurry! We must get the subjects and prepare them!" A voice ordered. It was faint, yet sure.
"Gwen!" Kale almost yelled.
"Sh!" I snapped, waving him off.
Footsteps came closer, and with them they carried a conversation, a particularly alarming chat.
R&R