Family
"Stop it! Leave me alone!" the door slammed shut and the small figure of a boy slumped against the wall, wrapping his arms around himself and shaking gently with quiet sobs.
"Come out of there!" there was a bang on the door and the boy pushed himself from the wall, running over to the window and unlatching it so that he could push it up and open. "Don't even think about running away again!"
"Get lost! You're not my father!" A gush of wind blew in the window and the boy with red hair began climbing out quickly.
"Where did you get that idea?" his father retorted, his voice sounding slightly panicked as he banged on the door again. The boy turned back to the window and poked his head in, staring angrily at the closed door.
"You don't have red hair! Or blue eyes!" he yelled. "You're not like me at all!" Hands reached from behind him and he yelped as he was pulled away from the window and thrown onto the ground.
"How dare you think of running away." his father said, looking down at him. He had come out and around while his son was 'talking to him' with his head in the window.
"Let me go!" the boy shouted, squirming and thrashing about in an attempt to get away.
"Why do you think we're not alike?" his father asked. "Hair colour and eye colour don't matter."
"Yes they do!" came the angry reply.
"Why, Genesis?" his father questioned softly.
"It just does! Let me go!" the boy gave a small cry of pain and rolled to the side so that his left shoulder was in the air.
"What is it?" his father asked, backing off slightly. There was no reply, though none was needed. Right before his eyes, a black wing sprouted from the left side of his son's back and then lay still.
Genesis' father stood up and slowly stepped away from his son. The boy was crying again, and his father could see the spots of blood around the base of the wing.
"They didn't say anything about this." he whispered.
"Go away! I hate you!" Genesis pushed himself up off the ground and began running. Hurriedly, his father took off after him.
"Come back! We can help you!" he called.
"Please, please, please!" Genesis muttered, squeezing his eyes shut tight and leaping off the ground. Feeling his wing and making it flap in the air, he cried out in pain. It hurt so much! However, he hadn't fallen yet. He could do it. He had to.
"Genesis!" his father yelled into the night air. It only took a few more moments and his son had disappeared into the blackness. He stopped running forwards and stared upwards, shaking his head lightly and then turning to go back to the house.
"Honey? What happened?" his wife walked out towards him, concern on her face. "Where's Genesis?"
"He's gone."
