Author Note: Inspiration for this? Too much SCP Foundation- I have spent hours reading each and every monster profile on SCP-wiki (just type it in the search bar, and it's a net not a com).
~CWA
Title: Phoenix Feathers
Summary: Fia Kasai was had a short temper, loved playing with fire, and was pretty hot- no, not just in looks. She was a Phoenix (a fire bird) in disguise. Hiding from men that would want to use her powers of life for evil- she finds herself hiding at a high school…Sweet Amoris High.
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim My Candy Love. I do own OCs.
Notes: Gosh, background on a phoenix so you can get a good idea- Phoenixes were thought as birds of fire that symbolized growth because they were thought to have powers of regeneration- coming back from life, rising from the ashes.
Prologue
Fia:
Flying, I got to keep flying. A shot hit my wing and I grunted as I fell to the ground, okay, running, gotta keep running. It'll take awhile for the wing to heal…I ducked as bullet flew past my head, …If I don't die first. I gotta get out of here- I gotta be free.
I continued running. I didn't look back at the people I knew were chasing me by the sound of their footsteps, the gunshots, and the dogs' barking. I wasn't going to give in so easily. I would never go back.
I looked up at the night sky, I missed daylight more than the moonlight but I would take what I could get since I haven't seen it since I was very little- when I was four. It was before I was captured. Dang that means I've been in that hell hole for like, what, twelve years I think.
As soon as I felt my wing was healed enough, which was about thirty minutes of heavy, non-stop running after I got the wound, I started to flap my wings. I didn't care about the few red feathers of fire that fell down to the ground and slowly fizzled out before being trampled.
"Freeze," a guy on the helicopter shouted as they chased me.
"Not in my vocabulary," I shouted back as I continued flying.
I wasn't sure how long I was flying and running, but I knew it wasn't well after the sun was up that I didn't hear them anymore. That made me mad. I didn't get a chance to even look at the sunrise. Twelve years, my first chance to see a sunrise and I missed it. I finally landed on a cliff and breathed heavily- trying to get my heartbeat to normal.
Now, where do I go from here? Let's see- A. Stay on the run. B. Go as far as possible and try to 'settle down.' C. Go as Far as possible and lay low. I thought about it and decided on Option C- Go as far as I can and lay low. Though, that would mean flying as less as I usually did so they didn't find me. Damn it. I really like flying. Frowning, I crossed my arms. Still, it's better than being caught…I'm still pissed that I missed my first sunset and sunrise. I gotta stop sometime to watch that.
With my decision made, I flew off the cliff and didn't stop flying until I felt I was far enough. Granted, I only flew half the time.
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I landed far from the next town so I knew there wasn't a chance that someone saw me. Unluckily for me, I wasn't able to make my wings disappear- yet. It was a pain since I had to cut holes on the backs of my shirts and bra straps had to be exactly at the middle of my back. The wings came out of my back just at my shoulder blades and no it doesn't hurt unless you tug on them really really hard. I hid the wings by tucking them in and wearing a long black jacket. It was a trench-coat like jacket that was pure black and pretty stylish from a jacket I snagged off a biker.
I walked into the diner thankful that I had money- stolen money is still money. The second I sat down, the waiter came over. She was very…annoying….yet she had a motherly feel to her. She looked me over skeptically and I didn't blame her. I mean, my long brown hair had to be a mess. My red eyes set a lot of people off. The black jacket had to give off the 'don't mess with me' vibe and my clothes I was wearing underneath it were dirty and torn. I tried to look as tough as she thought me to be….until my stomach growled. Then I blushed slightly and put my hands over my stomach cursing my hunger. She laughed,
"Aw, darlin' you a gem that's for sure! What will ya have?"
Her accent…I must be somewhere a bit out in the country…maybe I'm in Kentucky? Or Alabama? I am not sure…I should have paid more attention to state signs. I looked at the menu and licked my lips,
"….Can I have a steak? Medium rare?"
She laughed,
"'Course ya can darlin.' I'll tell Dan to fix it right up for ya."
She left and I sighed. I rested my head against the table. I'm so pissed at myself. I've been running and flying for who-knows-how-long trying to get as far as I can before I collapse and I still haven't paid attention to the sunsets and sunrises that I really want to see. Maybe I'm just a bit scared that I'll be caught if I stop to admire the view? I chuckled to myself, yeah right. Me? Scared? Not gonna happen.
The waiter, that I now realized had a name tag that read Susie, came back with what I asked for. I was almost drooling. When was the last time I ate? Or even ate a good meal? Shit, it's been like years since I even had steak. I don't even think I ever really had steak. I took a large bite from it and savored the taste.
"This…is…delicious," I cheered.
The waiter laughed,
"I'll be sure to tell Dan that!"
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Before I knew it, I was back to running and flying. At least now I was doing it with a full stomach and the black jacket in my arms- since I couldn't wear it while flying so my wings could be free. Either way, I was flying pretty far from the diner. I reached the next state over and yawned. No, no sleep. Sleep is bad. I gotta keep going.
My eyelids fluttered, Body don't you dare betray me now! I closed my eyes against my will, my bodies need overcoming my self-will. I knew it would happen if I didn't sleep. I haven't slept in…maybe five days? I was too busy flying- and that alone took up a lot of energy. I was going to crash and burn…literally on the crash part. I had no control as my body spiraled out of control and fell from the sky- landing outside a small town with a loud CRASH. At least….I'm…sort of…safe….not in town…hidden in a field….okay…body you win…that was my last conscious thought as sleep took over me.
When I woke up, the sun was high in the air- Dang it. I was hoping to catch the sunrise. I got up and spread my wings- to find that a lot of feathers had fallen to the ground. I wasn't concerned. That was what birds did- we lost feathers. Granted my wings were like a burning fire- literally. The feathers were on fire. When the feathers detached from my wings they land on the ground and lose the flame. The feathers stayed lit up and on fire for just a second and then fizzled out- leaving just a normal feather behind. I picked up one of my feathers, thought they are really freaking gorgeous.
The feather I held, like my other feathers, were bright red at the ends and then as it went to the middle it faded to yellow and at the stem it was blue. The stem itself was blue- like the colors of fire. The feather was really soft and I loved the feeling of it. Phoenix feathers- very beautiful, a sign of life, deadly, and very valuable. Also known as a reason I was captured.
I tucked my wings in and put the jacket on. I slowly started to walk to the town- I wonder just where am I. It took me a full ten minutes to get there. The sign was like a normal state sign or a city sign. I read it with a curious look, Sweet Amoris, huh?