Run. That was all I knew. Crashing through the darkness, trees and bushes hitting me every chance they got. Trying to get as far away as possible, I couldn't go back there, not ever. I couldn't let them catch me again. My side felt like it was on fire, but in truth I had been shot in both my side and my leg. I was limping badly. Feeling a stab of pain in my wing, I tripped over a root and couldn't get up. Hearing someone tearing through the brush near me, I closed my eyes. In a few moments, I would be caught again. What torment would they come up with this time? This was the second time I had tried to escape, I was no stranger to pain. I saw someone coming towards me, and I closed my eyes, falling into a semi-concious state.
(3rd person)
Tommy laughed as they walked through the woods, his friends Eli and Savannah following him. Suddenly, he heard something crashing through the trees a short distance away. "Hey guys, did you hear that?" he asked, and when his friends nodded, he started towards where the noise had come from, pulling his iron sword out of his sheath just in case. Tommy broke out of the treeline and into a clearing, he saw a shape slumped on the ground. He gasped, running towards it. Then he stopped. It was a girl, about their age (a/n 15), but what made him hesitate was the sight of the black wings on her back and her black scaled tail. There were arrows sticking out of her leg, side, and one of her wings, reddish-purple blood seeping out of her wounds. Tommy lifted her head to see if she was concious and almost recoiled when he pulled her black hair out of her face. The girl's eyes were purple, and not only that, they were glowing, giving off a faint light. She seemed to be only half concious, so he turned to Eli and Savannah, but stopped when he heard something crashing through the forest.
(Back to first pov)
My eyes opened, but I wasn't in my body. I sighed, floating above it. I wasn't dead, as much as I sometimes wanted to be. I was in a state called DreamSight, a plane of existance between conciousness and sleep. Only a few people could access DreamSight, the scientists hadn't known that I could. I glanced at the boy who was looking at me (my body), he had reddish blond hair, freckles, and blue eyes. Two other people were with him, a girl who might be his sister with blond hair, glasses and blue eyes. The other was a boy who had dark skin, brown eyes, and brown-black hair. When they looked up at the sound of something running towards them, I cringed, knowing who it was. It was the guards from the compound where I had been held. I saw the first boy pull out an iron sword, and just as the soldiers came into sight, my DreamSight failed with my weakness and I drifted into the comforting darkness of unconciousness.