And this is my character…expect updates once or twice a week, peeps! Also, the Nudge thing is cleared up in this chapter. ^_^ sorry 'bout that guys!
Name: Ammonite Stone (Ammo for short)
Gender: F
Age: 16
DNA: 2% wolf
Appearance: long silvery hair to her waist streaked with dark purple, dark sapphire eyes, and a red X scar on her neck. She is rather tall and thin, but not too strong
Abilities: Ammo can grow claws (like Wolverine) and fangs in battle, and she has the reflexes and senses of a wolf. She is very fast and can dodge most attacks. Like a wolf, she does not get hurt easily and will never give up in a fight.
History: as a young child, she was given up by her parents when she was 4. They blamed her for all they're problems when it was them, indeed, who were the cause of them. Her father was a drug dealer and her mother was a lawyer who helped hr criminal friends. The scientists merged her DNA with wolf blood, thus giving her abilities of a wolf.
Personality: Ammo is very wary and does not trust anyone until she gets to know him or her. She prefers to fight alone, solo, and is cold and aloof to anyone she doesn't know. If you get her to open up, she is still wary but kinder.
Weaknesses: not very strong, cannot use any weapons
Strengths: very fast, her claws can rip open any enemy, and has a great sense of hearing
Fears: fire, silver swords, and blood
Other: she won't hesitate to kill anyone who puts her friends in danger. Also, a silver sword can kill her with even one small cut.
So…enjoy!
As Nudge tumbled through the air, she let out a loud scream as she turned and twirled. The cool air rushed past her face as her long brown hair streamed in her face.
The chains circling her ankles and hands clinked with a sharp sound as they rattled and hit her.
Then gravity was claiming her as she fell faster and faster to meet the azure ocean—and slammed into it.
It felt like she had hit cement, and her head throbbed as she let out a strangled cry.
She felt the coldness envelope her like a blanket as she sunk straight into the cold dark waters.
She was slowly blacking out, but she knew that her lungs wouldn't hold much longer.
The chains dragged her farther and farther into the depths of the ocean, but Nudge still had one more thing she needed to do.
Closing her eyes, Nudge willed herself to transform.
Her body lengthened, then became sleek and smooth. Her hair fell out, and her face grew a snout.
Her body color changed to a silvery-gray-blue hue, and her hands became flippers.
Her feet merged into one long, shiny tail.
As the last of the air was used up, Nudge had turned into a dolphin.
Letting out a squeak, she gracefully slid through the water, propelling herself with her now very useful tail. The chains were still attached, but didn't bother her.
She swam to a cave, already feeling her body shift uncomfortably.
With her elongated nose, she felt around until a box was discovered. It was about two feet by five feet, and pure golden. Flipping it over, she carefully grasped it with her sharp little teeth and swam upward.
A terrible heat was rising in her, and Nudge knew she was going to be in trouble if she didn't hurry.
With a sad squeak, she let the box go, watching it slowly drift to the surface.
And then she closed her eyes as another shock of warmth hit her.
She changed back into herself as water entered her lungs.
A small smile rose to her lips, as she looked up, barely able to see the sun through the dull water.
It's for the best Max. I'm sorry, but it had to be done. You were the big sister I never had.
Gazzy, you sweet little boy, you always made me laugh and smile.
Fang, though you talked very little, you always protected me. Thank you for that.
Angel, you stuck with us for most of the time, and I wish we had time to go shopping together.
Iggy—I always loved you, more than a brother or sister. I wish I could tell you that before my time is up.
Goodbye, everyone. Goodbye, world.
Max unfurled her wings, and took off into the cool night. Beneath her, the lights of New York City twinkled merrily, but the brunette had more important things on her mind.
For the past few days, Max had been weighed down with remorse and regret. Her flock, her sweet flock that stuck through her with thick and thin, was dead.
Flapping her wings furiously, Max blinked hard to stop from crying. She was strong.
Bad experiences helped her build character, but her whole flock gone?
Suddenly, beneath her, there was a shriek and a scream. From 300 feet in the air she could hear it, which meant something bad.
Taking a deep breath, Max dived down, her wings pointed and sharp, and landed silently on a small warehouse, away from all the lights.
Fighting was a weird kind of wolf hybrid, and a huge alligator-man.
The wolf thing, Max realized, was actually a girl with long claws like Wolverine, and sharp fangs. Her long silvery hair flowed out behind her as she rolled and dodged.
The alligator mutant could stand on its hind legs, and was firing some kind of sticky fluid at her.
"Stay back!" Max flew into the fight, kicking the alligator in the chest and sending it flying into a lamppost.
The girl immediately snarled and drew back, extending her claws at Max.
(Ammo P.O.V.)
I hate alligators. They are huge, with those beady little eyes and terrible teeth—ugh!
So here a stupid alligator mutant was in NY, attacking me.
Crap.
I unleashed my claws and slashed at it, but a few drops of green blood flowed out before the wound quickly closed.
And that's when a girl with tangled dark brown hair flew—yes, with actual wings—down from the black sky and tackled the mutant, sending it flying.
I immediately snarled and showed her my claws; I didn't trust anyone, not after my terrible history.
The girl was very tall, with cold chocolate eyes, but they softened a little as her eyes flickered over my scratched armor and ragged appearance.
"I'm Max, and I take it your DNA is screwed up as well?" she asked, getting straight to the point.
I narrowed my sapphire eyes at her, but spoke.
"Ammonite. Some retarded scientists ate to blame." I replied.
"Yeah, that's usually the case. Now: my Flock is dead. Wanna join?"
(Max P.O.V.)
After getting Ammo to join, I sought out a little boy who supposedly had wings, living in California.
When I arrived at the city where he was hiding, I used my raptor vision to seek him out.
"Hey there," I whispered in a soft voice.
The little boy was ducking in an alley, holding a piece of burnt bread. Small green, black, and pink wings peaked out from behind his shoulders. He had disheveled orange hair and bright golden eyes, and whimpered when he saw me.
"W-who are you?" he stammered, dropping the loaf and stumbling back a few steps.
"It's ok. I'm Max. I'm like you." I gently shook my shoulders and unfurled my wings a bit.
The little boy gasped, his golden eyes widening, before speaking.
"M-my name is Allegro, but call me Alle." He responded in a soft, melancholy tone.
"Well, Alle, you're a bit like me. So, do you want to stay with me, and, you know, be flying partners?" I did have a weakness for younger kids!
"Ok!" he grinned at me, not as shy, and I smiled back, taking his small hand.
A tall boy with ruffled black hair and blue-grey eyes was walking along the street, head down, trying not to be noticed as he ducked into an abandoned building.
Sighing, he plopped down onto a dusty box and took a small hot dog out of his pocket.
He did hate stealing, but there was no other choice. He was going to starve.
"Sup."
Deno jumped at the voice that came from the door. He turned his head sharply to see a tall girl standing, letting the sunlight flow from the Boston sun.
"Who are you?" the black-haired boy jumped to his feet, wary of this stranger.
"Max. And I've heard you aren't completely human." She uncurled her long tawny wings, and his eyes widened.
"Wow…you're like me!" he gasped, blue-grey eyes wide with wonder.
(Max P.O.V.)
My new flock and I were walking down the streets of New York: Alle kept asking me what everything was (rather awkward when he pointed to a stone called Victoria's Secret), Ammo was glaring coldly at everyone and everything, arms crossed and sapphire eyes unsettling, and Deno was silent, casting glances at Ammo every now and then.
Suddenly, a loud noise made me jump. It came from a dark alley to my right. Crouching, I motioned my flock over and ducked behind a pile of dirt.
My eyes widened when I saw what it was—a boy with pale skin and short brown hair was pushing an older an against the wall, biting his neck and lapping up the blood.
"Hey! Stop it!" I cried, and the boy looked up.
My mouth opened as I stared at him; his face and the ground were dripping with blood. The boy hissed loudly and drew back; his hood fell off to reveal pointed bat ears.
Some people walking by heard the noise and looked in. When they saw the boy, they screamed and ran away. On the walls were stuff written, like "reject" and "unwanted."
Alle opened his mouth in horror, and Ammo was on her knees, shaking, obviously afraid of the blood. Deno was kneeling next to her, and I could tell he was a caring person.
But the real problem was the boy—who had just sprouted giant midnight black wings and flew into the night.
I unfurled my wings and sprang up after him; so did Alle, using his small wings, but Ammo and Deno were stranded on ground.
"Wait there!" I yelled, and gracefully turned, following the boy.
I weaved through the buildings, trying not to smack into them. He was streaking ahead; clearly, he knew his way around this part.
For a while, it was like a game of cat and mouse; I would be so close to him, and then he would dart off into some narrow place that my wings couldn't fit through.
I kept shouting at him to just let me talk to him, but he wouldn't listen.
Finally, he landed near an old warehouse, and I did too. A soft humming noise made me turn, and I realized it was Alle.
"Sorry," I muttered, but the little boy grinned.
"Its ok…but whose he?"
Well, after talking to him for a while, and after hearing "your blood will stain the floor" in a creepy voice three times, I managed to find out that his name was Dracula, and he was a test tube experiment, and part vampire bat.
"Well," I began, looking at Dracula.
"We should go back to the others." Alle pulled on my shirt, looking scared.
I nodded at him, and motioned for Dracula to follow.
When we had landed, Ammo was smiling—yes smiling—and Deno was looking pleased with himself.
Shaking my head, a smile suddenly spread across my face.
"Well, guys, who wants to save the world?"
your character will be in later chapters, so don't worry. R&R, please?