Hey guys! I've been a member of this website for a long time but i was too scared to try to write any myself until now! Please be nice if you have any comments. I know this isn't very good since i have the story telling skills of a 4th grader. *sigh*. Thanks for clicking and please enjoy! I will try to update as much as possible, but even though I'm only 14, I have to juggle two jobs, school, and chores, so updates may be few and far between, but I'll do all i can to update because I love writing this! ;)
My world is not like your world. I live in a world where about 10% of the human population isn't actually human. They are called Magic-Humans and I am one of them. These Magic-Humans look and talk just like the regular humans which makes it easy to blend in, but we can use magic. My kind are usually looked down upon because most of us use our power over the regular humans to do crime and steal.
There are only a few like me who don't abuse our powers to take from the weaker humans. We only do all we can to survive in this harsh world while being chased by the one who hunt Magic-Humans for money.
These people are called the Anti-Magic Committee, also known as "The Committee". The committee chase the Magic-Humans with special gloves and guns and they will shoot us to take us down without killing us because that's where the gloves come in. The gloves are equipped with tiny needles that inject chemicals that make us pass out so the Committee can sell us to scientists for experimentation. Magic-Humans can re-spawn when they die so they are pretty much invincible so that's why the committee will inject us with their goop so we won't re-spawn.
But right now I'm trying to get away from these people. Right now I'm flying from a group of them with the wings I created using my power when I was young. I really don't want to be sold to some scientists and tortured, so I am flying as fast as I can. When you're sold to the scientists they will test on you by killing you in many different ways to see if there is a way to kill a Magic-Human that will put them down permanently. It has been a while since these guys found me because I've been blending in pretty well but I was caught without a jacket and someone saw my wings so they called in The Committee because everyone is scared of us. There's about 15 of the Committee men tracking me on foot while I fly through the city looking for somewhere to hide. I start to swoop between buildings and without realizing it, I gave them a chance to get a good shot in. They shot me two or three times in the right wing, which immediately starts bleeding profusely. I can't keep level with the holes in my wing so I start to clumsily flap around in mid-air losing altitude and consciousness quickly until I get low enough to grab onto the edge of the top of a building. Clinging on for dear life, I look down and watch the group of Committee guys surround the base of the building, preparing for my fall to touch me with the glove before I would die from the fall. I start to lose consciousness and I start slipping off the edge of the building when this boy about my age, 14, runs out of this little room on the roof and swoops over and grabs me in his arms. Not really understanding what is happening, I finally give in to the blood loss and pass out.