Tracker

Chapter 1

I peered over the edge of the cliff and gritted my teethe as the strong wing blew my long black hair out in front of me. I didn't want to jump, every cell in my body was telling me this was suicide, but I didn't have a choice. I could feel the cold grip of the chain around my left ankle as it dug into my flesh and resisted the urge to bend down and try and loosen it's grip to allow my foot some blood, I could feel it slowly going numb.

"Jump." One of the men with the electric sticks ordered, I gulped and took a shaky step forward. I stared straight down looking at the tops of the tress far below as they rocked in the wind, my bare toes gripped the edge of the cliff. Just then I felt the sharp sting as one of the men behind me jabbed me with his eclectic stick, and I jumped forward to try and escape it. As I did so I realized what I'd done, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. I started to fall towards the tree tops, but I knew I'd never reach them in one piece; the chain around my ankle would rip my foot off before I fell that far. Through the haze of my panic I remembered the reason I was here and quickly unfurled my wings.

The wind caught them and I was yanked upwards making me cry out with pain and delight, I wasn't going to die! I flapped my strong jet black wings as the unfamiliar sense of freedom wrap itself around me, and I laughed out loud, I actually laughed! I'd never laughed before in my miserable fourteen years of life.

To my dismay my freedom came to an end almost as soon as it had begun. I felt a yank at my left ankle and was brought back to the real world with an unpleasant jolt. I hovered as far away from the cliff edge as I could but then they blew the whistle and I reluctantly flew back to them.

When I landed the men in coats ran up to me and quickly put a straight jacket on me, so stop me trying to escape, I was used to it. As they shoved me into the back of their black van along with the equipment they'd brought along I listened to them congratulate each other, and felt my stomach drop. One of the men in coats came over to me with some food.

"Good girl Tracker," He smiled, I felt like spitting at him, "Here's you reward. Soon you'll be ready to help us. And then we'll let you go free. I promise." He said putting the dish down in front of me and walked off again. I waited for him to be out of sight before I started eating. I knew exactly what it was I was suppose to 'help' them with, actually I knew a lot more then they thought, but I was keeping that information for later use. I was looking forward to this mission, to destroy that group of nuisances who had destroyed my life. It was their fault I was like this, their fault they'd turning me into this creature, not really human, but not an animal. They'd made me, and I was to be their undoing. I am Tracker, and my mission is to destroy the flock.