I was almost dead. I swear, the light was fading. I tried to scowl, but I ended up coughing up a ton of blood. My vision got all fuzzy, and I could barely feel the blood gushing out of the gaping wound in my side. You may ask, how did I get a gaping wound in my side? Well, it goes like this- first mistake, flying into a top of the line government facility unarmed and alone. Second mistake, have a mysterious blackout in the middle of it. There were a lot of other mistakes, but I'm pretty sure those were the important ones.
"Oh my god! Is she dead?" A voice squealed. Three thumps landed next to me, and I groaned. Cracking open my eyes, I saw three vague figures with wings looking down at me. A girl with skin the color of a roasted hazelnut bent over me, and I moaned as her fingers probed my aching wound. Were these the angels of death, come to take me away?
"Oh. My. God." A low, smooth voice says in awe. "Are those really..." He gestures vaguely to my broken, ruffled black wings, feathers amok. A light, gentle hand strokes my feathers, and I flinch. No one touches my feathers. No one. Strong arms grip my legs and arms, and soon I am flying for what I believe to be my last time.
"Max." The low voice says insistently.
"I know, Fang. She- she's one of us. We can't just dump her!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Fang!" The girl's voice, Max's, is high and urgent. "I will NOT leave her!" The boy, Fang, snorts angrily.
"Whatever." Wind ruffles my long black hair, and sizzles as it touches my bleeding wound. That is too much for my system. The fuzzy blackness converges into me, until all I can see is a blank black nothing.
I wake to the excited murmurs of two kids standing over me. They both have blond hair and mischievous blue eyes, and when I strain my ears, I can just make out what they're saying.
"Gazzy! She's really one of us! She has wings!"
"Really? I wonder what her name is? I bet she likes to blow things up! Do you think she's another Dylan?" The girl shudders.
"I sure hope not. He was evil."
"Only at the end." A new voice, Max's, enters the conversation, and the girl and boy stiffen.
"Yeah. Only at the end." The girl echoed, but it's obvious she doesn't believe it. I hear the boy Fang's voice taught with anger and resentment, grabs Max's hand.
"No, Max. Rotten evil through and through." She opens her mouth for an angry retort, but I moan as hot fiery pain plunges into my side, causing the four to rush towards me. They all lean over me and I notice that Fang has long, dark black hair, similar to mine. Dark, concerned eyes bore into my very being. Despite myself, I feel a tremor of fear run through me. They are all too close, much too close.
"Fang." The little blonde girl warns, and he backs off, looking slightly confused. "You're scaring her." He rolls his eyes and stalks out of the room. Max studies me carefully, and I cringe. Just add a white labcoat and you had my nightmares. The way she looked at me, like I was an experiment, it was horrible. And she looked just like one of the scientists that had stared at me through plastic wiring. Same hair, same eyes, same expression. I shuddered, and the little girl's eyes got wide. She nudged Max and they both left. I heard rising voices crescendoing in the room next door, and I knew what they were talking about. Me.