Chapter 1
It was a warm summer night and my feathers were drenched in sweat as I quietly worked in my lonely coffee shop under the museum. I hadn't had a customer today and I was about to sadly close up for the night. I had noticed long before that the amount of customers was decreasing.
I heard the creaking of the old, wooden stairs and looked toward it startled. I put on a fake smile as Snake, my best friend and one of my few regular customers slowly walked down.
"What will it be today?" I asked
"What it always is, the special, of course." He replied
I laughed. It was an old joke between us because the special never actually changed. I turned around to get it and Snake started rambling about his day. Suddenly, I heard a sharp intake of breath and he stopped talking in mid-sentence. I'm not falling for it again I thought.
I turned around slowly with a fake scared expression on my face. I was ready to get him back for last time. All I saw was his hand lying in a pool of bad.
Startled, I jumped back and smashed my wing through a glass case. Grasping my arm in pain, I stumbled back and fell. I hit my head on the ground and everything went black.