A/N: Hey guys, gals, aliens, immortals, and other things of that nature!
This is my first Fan fiction, so please be kind with your words if you will.
As it states on my profile, I have no idea when I'll be able to update so don't expect them to be really frequent! With that being said, on with the story!
I looked out over the sweeping plains of the Great Missouri fields. Vibrant colors of orange, yellow, and green illuminating the area, with the occasional burst of purple or blue from an AWOL wildflower. The air was fragranced with lilac.
The wind had started to pick up, seeming as if part of a hurricane making its home stretch, causing the sweet dewy morning grass to flatten itself against its dear mother. The combination, despite the wind, of humid summer air and the blast of the blinding sun above, is breaking me into a sweat.
Just another stupid helicopter ride to another boring mission that won't even require my skills. I'm a trained spy assassin, but more on that later. As of right now I'm pretty suspicious. None of the men aboard the helicopter are talking. Trust me, that's saying something! These nincompoops can barely whisper let alone keep those traps of theirs shut.
A huge gust of wind came out of the valley, distracting me form the crew. I'll give you three options about what happened next.
A) Someone hijacked the 'copter' and we were going to crash.
B) All the dudes ripped off their military styled clothing, leaving them in their 'tidy whiteys' jumping and dancing to Sexy and I Know It.
C) I was rudely betrayed.
If you chose A) you have an open I for danger. I suggest you keep it that way. But, seeing as this helicopter is filled with highly trained personel and firearms, it's highly unlikely. But, nice try.
If you chose B)… No. Just….. no.
If C) was chosen then, DING, DING, DING! Whoop-di-fucking-do! We have a winner! Step right up and claim your fist in the face for reminding me of what really happened.
Well, quite suddenly I might add, a sack that reeked or rotten potatoes was thrown over my head and I detected a sharp pinch in my right forearm. The feeling of free fall quickly overcame me, so I immediately whipped out my wings, bracing myself for impact. Yes, you…read?... right. I, indeed, have wings. They extend to a full fourteen feet in size, splotched with brownish colors of many different ranges at war for dominance with the feathers or black and white.
I soared slightly for a few seconds before feeling the cool, luscious grass on my bare feet. I ripped the bag off my head, seething with rage, which was quickly replaced with a look of horror as I watched the crew start head the opposite direction in which I was standing.
They must have the wrong guy! I thought trying to reassure myself. This must be some sick joke! I've seen them get rid of people who are no longer assets of the team before. On second thought, I've never known them to ever known them to inject anyone. Then again, those men weren't avian hybrids and usually they just shove them out of vans because they don't have wings. Well, they're not getting away that easily! They might as well consider themselves royally fucked!
I readied myself for flight and gave a mighty fluid motion down and putting myself a good twenty five feet in the air. Sheer, undeniable pain shot through my shoulders, down my back, and all the way back up through to the tips of my wings.
I felt my face contort into a grimace (I don't show pain, emotionally or physically, because of my training.) as I let out a loud pain filled yelp. I dropped out of the sky like a bag of bricks, landing in the fetal position.
I got up faster than humanly possible, surprising even me by the pure speed. I turned my attention back to the retreating helicopter. It turned due west and started to take wing, (A/N Hehehe, take wing. Anyone? No? Okay…) but not before throwing my bagout also. I just watched as it plummeted into my arms. When I looked back the'copter' was merely a silver glint in the vivid blue Monday sky. Stupid government. Always making some sort of high tech machine fly almost as fast as me when I'm going a neutral pace.
Well, it could be worse. It could be Friday. If it was then that one really annoying chick with the death inducing song would be stuck in my head. No, Rebecca Black, I most certainly do NOT have to get down on Friday thank you very much! Plus, who wants to ruin their Friday with shit like what just went down?
It was starting to get even more humid out. I need to change, now. Jeans, t-shirt, and no shoes. Not really clothes to wear when walking around in stroke inducing heat and dry grass. I looked around, spinning in a circle, making sure no one was around before opening my supply bag.
I changed into a pair of camo mid-thigh cut cargo shorts, a camo tank top, and my favorite combat boots, all the while keeping my wings tucked against my back you couldn't even see them unless you were looking for them.
I took a pair of scissors from my bag and cut two large slits in the back of my tank top about the size of my wings in case I need to make a quick U & A. I decided the reason it hurt to fly was because of the sedative they must have given me before abandoned me out here. From past experience I figure it should wear off in about three hours.
It looks to about nine A.M. from the trajectory of the sun, so I should be able to fly around noon. I pulled my hair into a sloppy pony tail and pulled a water bottle out of my bag. I guess the smart decision would be to look for civilization. From the looks or it, I have a while to go.
A/N: Well there you go! The beginning of AWOL Wildflower! I hope you injoyed it and Review!