"Hey, watch the street kid!" said a shabby man who was leaning on a parked car.
I saw the street. I knew it was there with cars racing across its worn surface. I also knew what was on the other side. The homeless guy obviously did not.
Unperturbed by the warning, I ran on. My bare feet slapping against the pavement and my breath coming in short gasps.
To a passerby it would have seemed suicide; a 14 year old girl running flat out onto a busy highway street.
The man realizing I wasn't stopping, jumped up and started waving his arms around and yelling about how I was going to get killed. When I made no move to stop he started to run after me.
To late.
I felt the road beneath my feet, cool from the coming night.
Suddenly, bright light!
I looked left and saw a Volvo racing at me at 55 mph.
Seemingly in slow motion I saw the details of the woman driving. Saw her eyes widen with shock. Saw her futile attempted to swerve out of the way.
She was to slow. I knew. She knew.
About two seconds before she hit me, I jumped in the air with all my might and...
I opened my wings.
I felt the roof of the car brush against my toes as it zoomed underneath me.
The squeal of tiers on pavement filled the air as the Volvo skidded out of control onto oncoming traffic.
As I struggled to gain altitude, I heard the sickening crunch of metal against metal and to my horror saw cars began to hit one another like a awful stack of dominoes.
With horrible realization I realized that I had started this chaos with that Volvo.
How many life's have I just taken? I wondered. What have I done?
I tried to focus on the task at hand; tried to focus through the screams and shouts of terror that filled the air around me.
I flapped my chalk white wings frantically.
Sweat beaded my forehead and I panted heavily from my exertions but still I remained in one place; poised in the sky above the turmoil below.
"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" I muttered as my wings strained to keep me in the sky.
Suddenly there was a strong downward gust of wind that sent me tumbling crazily to the street below.
"No! someone help me!" I screamed as I fell in front of a truck.
I heard it before I felt it. The loud screech of the cars Horn filled my ears as I plummeted downward.
Then sharp,unimaginable pain seared through my side.
I heard my ribs and bones snap underneath metal.
I felt my battered body being thrown into the air by the impacted, then felt asphalt tear into my skin as I landed in a heap in the road.
I lay there unmoving as the trucks windshield shattered and rained bits of glass on me
I was barely aware of the shouts and curses around me I just lied there and felt the pain seep into me. Let it block out everything else.
I tried to cry out but only a whisper came from my blooded lips.
I cracked my eyes open and peered around me.
Broken bits of glass spread out around me, reflecting the last of the remaining sunlight. Wet, sticky, blood soaked my clothes and seeped onto road beneath me.
I closed my eyes against a nauseating wave of pain.
Before I fell into unconsciousness I heard voices around me;
"What is that thing?" "Is it some kind of bird?" "Its hurt pretty badly." "SOMEONE CALL 911!"
Then there was the voice that cut through all the other noises.
A voice I knew. A voice I grew to hate and fear.
That voice, full of hatred and menace leaned down beside me and spoke into my ear;
"You have been a naughty girl, experiment 665. Why ever did you run away? No matter. You will come with us and will be punished by your unruly behavior. To the School we go experiment 665."
The voice cackled with triumph.
I felt a cold, tingling sensation in my arm as hands injected me with something then, I fell into darkness...