1. Kent Ashwood

My name is Kent Ashwood. I have lived for a period of 15 years. I'm of regular build well muscled (If I do say so myself), nothing to extraordinary. Wait, Besides one little detail. I have wings! Not just any ordinary wings, oh no sir! Beautiful 7 foot obsidian colored wings. They are sheathed in a mass of black feathers. They have a kind of sheen to them like wood polish. Anyway, enough about that. Guess what I do for a living. I fight crime. Yeah, I know sounds cheesy but I do. Not anything like Spiderman level. Local stuff. You know, teaching a few punks a lesson nabbing a shop lifer, even a small time bank robber, that sort of business. I don't do the costume thing either wearing tights just cramps my style.

Let me tell you I never get tired of seeing the expression on their faces when I drop down wings fully extended. It's hilarious! Did I mention my mad Kung Fu skills? Well, I have them. That is my primary weapon against bad guys. That, and my trusty hardwood staff. Hey! Don't laugh, if I whacked your head with this thing I guarantee you wouldn't feel good.

Well, as I was cruising looking for evil to fight I stopped a group called the Black Panthers. What a joke. More like overgrown bullies. As usual they were up to no good, terrorizing a teenage dude for his wallet. What's worse they had those stupid pop out knives that they thought made them look so cool. I swooped down and landed in an alley near the place they gang was beating up this poor guy. I try not to do the whole dramatic entrance thing (as much as I want to) because I need to keep a low profile.

I strolled out of the alley and asked,

"Is there a problem here gentlemen?"

They were surprised and scared for a second that I was a cop. But when they looked up and saw me I noticed the relief flooding their faces. They were already underestimating me, big mistake. One of the bigger (and uglier) gangsters swaggered over, brandishing his knives over to me saying,

"Come 'ere punk, I'll carve you up nice and good."

I smiled at the irony of being called a punk by someone like him. Then I reacted. My staff moved like a blurr smashing into his knife hand. He dropped the knife and clutched his hand howling. I brought my staff back around smacking his stomach. He doubled over and I heard his breath leave with a whoosh. Loser. By the way, I failed to mention that not only do I have wings but I also have genetically enhanced strength. It's a 2 in 1 package.

I made quick work of the other bad 'ums. The poor teenager was dumbfounded when I bent down and picked up his wallet and hand it to him. I trudged off to a save location I could take off at. I took care to step on a few the want to be gangsters on my way. Oops.

2. Captured in a Most Peculiar way

I don't live in to much of a fancy place. It's a dump, on the top floor of a cheap apartment building. I do a few little odds and end jobs for people to make a living. But to this day no one knows about my secret. I decided to grab lunch and eat on a skyscraper for lunch. I flew up there lazily I was in a good mood. When I finally go there I found a sunny spot and chowed down. I snoozed a little but was soon awake and sitting at the edge of the building watching the little ant like people passing 40 stories below me. I wasn't worried someone would see me. People just don't look up much these days. That's when I saw them.

There were 6 of them 7 if you include the dog. They looked pretty ordinary but I knew better, they were different. I stared very intently from my perch. Then one of them glanced up and looks directly at me. That freaked me out. I dove for cover and waited a moment then peaked out again. I immediately noticed something was out of place. One of them was missing. I looked up and down the street looking for the missing person. Then I heard a voiced behind me that said.

"Looking for something?"

I nearly jumped out of my pants right behind me was standing a tall, brown haired girl. The thing that was she had wings too. They were huge and white. I stared at her for a second then she lunged forward grabbing my shirt and slamming me into a wall. Ouch.

"Why were you spying on us!" she demanded.

Now I may have been shocked by her appearance but I adapt fast. I broke her grip and pushed her away. She was angry. Her foot lashed out with abnormal speed smashing into my abdomen. Double ouch. Ok, from now I will never underestimate girls again. I wasn't sure what to do. So I decided to run. I turned and jumped of the building. I snapped out my wings 20 feet above the ground. I grinned confident she couldn't possibly keep up with me. I heard a loud whistle and glanced down the other five has seen us and the whistle had been a signal to them to join the chase. I also noticed the brown haired girl was hot on my trail. She was a little to hot for comfort. I flew faster.

The other 5 were gaining on me to one holding the dog. This whole thing wasn't going to well. I flew vertically through an alley if I messed just a little my wings would scrape into the walls. That would really hurt. My enemies were equal to the task. They all flew through the alley without problem. I needed to make a stand and figure what these people want. I decided I would make my stand in a familiar location, my apartment.

I angled upward and flew through out through an open window and landed in my makeshift living room. I drew my wooden staff from a strap in my back. I gripped it tight in my calloused hands. I assumed a basic karate stance, all business. She burst threw the window fist follow by the rest of her clan. There was a tall muscular boy holding a dog the boy had dark wings. Next to him another tall boy who had curly hair but who was obviously blind. Finally, 3 younger kids, a smaller boy with curly hair, a tall but young skinny girl, and a little girl with long curly hair. All of them had beautiful wings. The tall girl who was obviously their leader demanded once again,

"Why were you spying on us?"

"What are you doing in this town? Who are you? And where did you get those wings!" I retorted knowing I was in no position to ask anything. I braced myself for their attack holding my staff in front of myself. It never came. Instead the tall girl calmly turned to the youngest girl and said.

"Angel, please ask him to put down his staff and not move."

The little girl just smiled and replied, "Sure, Max!"

What happened next was one of the weirdest things that had ever happened to me.

I looked into the little girls eyes, they were different something about them was strange. Them I felt as if my mind was being wiped away of every thought except one. Put down the staff. I resisted for a moment but finally gave in the thought was to compelling. My staff clattered to the ground. I found that I couldn't move I was completely immobilized.

The girl called Max grinned and the tall boy who was carrying the dog. He came over to me and roughly pushed my in one of my makeshift couches. Being unable to move I could only stare dumbly at him.