This is I what I guess you could call a rewrite of FrostedDusk's fanfic We Don't Need Wings to Fly. All credit goes to them for the plot and their characters. I do in fact have permission to write this, so please don't attack me about that. Read the original fanfic then come back and read mine. I feel reading the original is very important so do it please. This fanfic starts at chapter 3 of We Don't Need Wings to Fly and because of the newly added chapters in Aces point of view, it may skip some chapters. And unless it is requested of me I will not write those chapters. I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcome ect ect. Read the story.
Ace sat against the wall of his cage, he didn't know how long he'd been there, hours, days or even weeks. It didn't matter. Any time he was alone for more than a few minutes was torture; a reminder of when he discovered his power and the pain he suffered honing it. So he sat there listening for the emotions of another mutant or even a Whitecoat. He'd been in the cage so long he didn't care anymore, anything that would make him feel less alone. Then he felt it, weak, but there. Emotion. Panic, fear, determination. It was coming right at him, getting stronger by the second. Panic, fear, determination. Panic, fear, determination. "BAM!" The door opens with a crash. Ace watched in amazement as the Eraser yanks the bars of his cage open. "Run!" It shouts. Ace hesitates for a second, before jumping out of the cage and charging down the hall.
Ace ran as fast as he could down the twists and turns of the hall, in hope that he would get out alive. He reached out for the emotions of another mutant. No luck. One turn to the left, still nothing. Up the long hallway and one turn to the right. Yes! Panic, confusion, determination, hope. Panic and confusion may not be good emotions but they are certainly easy to track. Ace smiled a little. Maybe he would finally get out, be free, live. To be truly alive and free, what a thought. Ace sprinted towards the source of emotion, enjoying the feeling of running without restraint. He pulled himself back into the world, reminding himself that he can't be in dreamland while trying to escape. PANIC, CONFUSION, DETERMINATION, HOPE. A red furred mutant rushed past him and into the group of other mutants gathering ahead. For the first time in his life, he felt like he might actually have a way out of the School. He smiled a little wider. Then a new emotion came from the end of the hall. Confidence, irritation, bloodlust. His feet skidded to a stop. The Whitecoat had found them, there was no hope now; they were going to be killed or locked in cages again. There was no way to fight them. They were tall, well fed and had stun guns. They were doomed. Then one of the mutants launched herself at them, she was exploding with determination and anger. The Whitecoats were too stunned to respond. Her actions gave him courage. He jumped at one of the Whitecoats, claws out and teeth bared. Slashing at her face and neck, doing anything that would incapacitate her for long enough for him to get away. The woman went down hard and Ace clawed his way to the exit. Pushing past the other mutants, barely hearing the alarm blaring in the background.
Then there it was, light, so bright and beautiful it blinded him. He squeezed his eyes shut, only to open them a few seconds later as mutants pushed him towards the glass doors. The world outside was full of vibrant colours bouncing off every surface, gleaming in all their glory. It was so different to the dull whites, grays and blacks of the worlds he had known for his entire life. He could do nothing but stare at this new world in shock. He was snapped out of his daze as another mutant eagerly pushed past him on the way out. He then remembered why he was at the door in the first place and ran out the door without a second thought. Green of all shades surrounded them, from trees to grass. The ground was covered in tiny stones that he couldn't recognize and a breeze floated gently past him. It was loud, but in a good way, peaceful. It felt like home. Then he felt it, the pure anger and bloodlust of an Eraser. Terror filled him, he panicked, let out a scream and sprinted towards the trees.
The sound of screams echoed through the forest, Ace knew that he couldn't outrun the Erasers so he had to find another way to survive. He glanced around him looking for some way to escape death. A tree! That would keep him safe. He jumped at the tree, stuck his claws in, and clawed his way onto the highest branch that would hold him. The tree shook as a hundred terrorfied mutants and hungry Erasers dashed past it. Screams of the dead and dying pounded in his ears until he couldn't hear anymore. Emotions flooded his senses and then he couldn't see anymore, only feel. Only feel the pain of the ones who didn't make it, their terror, sadness, desperation to survive and then the sickening feeling of nothingness. It made him remember the first time he felt someone die. The Whitecoats had wanted to "train" him in his ability. So they forced him to feel someone die, he didn't understand why they made him do that, probably their sick idea of entertainment. He watched as a mutant, no older than five, was stabbed in the stomach and the blood slowly pooled around her. No matter how much he tried not to feel her emotions, her terror, sadness and desperation to live, he felt them. He felt all the emotions leading up to her death, building on each other, so much emotion he thought he would explode. But nothing was worse than the nothingness left behind, the absolute void that was created when she died. Warm liquid dripped down his face, he realised he was crying and quickly wiped his eyes. Then closed them, trying to pretend he was anywhere but in the tree.
Silence. The screams had stopped. Ace opened his eyes and looked around, everything seemed how it was when he closed them. Then on a tree next to his he saw a figure on one of the branches. He couldn't tell what is was so he kept staring at it, trying to figure out if it was a threat. When suddenly it looked at him, light yellow-green eyes looking into his from the darkness.