Take now, for example.
Running, faster with each lunge, gulping mouthfuls of air.
Faster. Faster.
All of us can outrun grown men. Even Angel, and she's only six.
Erasers, half men, half wolf.
A deadly threat, always ready to kill.
Bloodthirtsy, too. For all of us bird mutants.
Light flooded through the forest top, creating random specks of light.
Faster. Faster.
I see a clearing up above, or so I think.
Thank you, God.
I run faster, my torn nightgown tickling my legs every so often.
I make it to the clearing, but suddenly stop.
It's not a clearing, rather a cliff.
A 800 foot cliff.
The Erasers are getting closer. I make one of my famous split decisions.
I jump.
Unfurling my 13 foot long wings, I soar up above.
Oh my god, I was flying, just like I always dreamed.
One Eraser points a laser at me, and it starts to burn a hole in the fabric.
I wake up with a start, sitting up in my bed.
I frantically check my nightgown- no holes.
Whew. Pulling off my warm covers, I shuffle over to the laundry basket currently in the corner of my room: Amazingly, Nudge put away clean clothes.
I pull on a pair of sweats and look out the window.
No cliff, no gun toting Erasers.
Our house is shaped like an E on it's side. It's up on a mountain, so no one disturbes us.
Us. The flock.
They're my best friends, my family.
Four years ago, Jeb Batchelder rescued us from the horrific School, where we were given avian genes, so we have wings, people.
There's Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Thalia, Gasman, and Angel.
Only four of us are related by blood. Thalia is Fang's little sister, and Gazzy is Angel's older brother.
The rest of us are loners.
I let the curtain fall over the window.
It's easy to survive here.
If no one finds out about us, we stay alive.
Author's Note- That is the first chapter of my first story. Hope you enjoy. Review, too please.