Alright, here we go. I've had this idea for an OC Team for a long time now, and finally, I've started to relay these thoughts into words. Yeah!
So, something you should know before reading: The first four chapters are each going to be introductions of each individual character. I've decided to start with the last member of the team and work my way up because I'm funny like that. After those introductions, I will begin the actual story. I highly recommend you do not skip these first four parts because they will provide you with some insight on the characters.
Enjoy! :D
Come on!
Get 'em! Yeah!
Do it!
Hit 'em harder!
Yeah! Beat that freak!
Bust his head!
He wakes up with a jolt, gasping for air. His silver eyes dart around the dark room in terror. Drenched in his own sweat, he trembles with every breath he takes, the voices still echoing in his head, ringing in his ears. Hit 'em! Clip his wings! He shudders, reaching behind him to touch the base of his wings, brushing his fingertips against the feathery down, pitch-black like a fallen angel.
"It's okay, Neal. It was just a bad dream," he sighs aloud, combing his fingers through his dark green shoulder-length locks, brushing them out of his face.
This time, he adds in his head. He exhales and lets his hand fall into his lap, allowing his wings to stretch out a bit and unstiffen, but not letting them completely unfold, knowing he would knock over his alarm clock. He glances down at the digital clock. 3:24 AM.
Well, he might as well go out for a flight. It's not like he'd be able to fall back asleep. Not after that nightmare.
So the raptor faunus throws the covers off of his legs and moves to sit on the edge of the bed, placing his feet down on the cold hard wood floors. He then stands up and grabs a random t-shirt from his wardrobe, slipping it on and gently pushing his wings through the two long vertical slits on its back after putting on a pair of jeans over his green and black striped boxer shorts. Neal pulls his hair back in a loose ponytail, his stick-straight bangs falling down the sides of his face, the tips grazing the tan skin just below his jawline.
Stepping up to his bedside window, he unlocks it and pulls it up, letting in the chilly but soothing nighttime air. He steps up onto the windowsill and leaps down to the fire escape, his bare feet freezing under the cold metal. He closes the window, but not all the way, leaving it open just a crack so that he can get back inside his room without problems.
Neal stares out into the night, his eyes locking on the skyscrapers in the distance, downtown Vale. The view of the city from the fifteenth floor is quite spectacular.
A breeze blows in his face, inviting him to join the wind on its journey through the night sky. He takes a deep breath, getting a whiff of all the calming scents of the world around him.
He climbs up onto the rails, finally letting his wings unfold to its full wingspan of thirteen feet. He closes his eyes, letting the wind take him. He deliberately allows his body to tip forward and begin its descent. As he falls through the icy air, he keeps his wings at just the right angle so that he can continue to fall towards the ground. As he passes the fifth floor, he angles his wings up, catching the wind in his feathers as his body swoops up in an arc, and soaring up high into the air with a single powerful flap of his wings.
A grin crosses his face as he levels himself out, peering down at the now tiny world below him. He glances up and lets himself get lost in the soothing touch of the autumn wind against his skin, the stars at his fingertips.
He is finally at peace. No bullies to beat him. No jerks to call him a freak. No one. Just him and the soft cool wind. The wind understands him. It relieves him of his burdens and lets him spread his wings and fly. He doesn't need anyone else. On nights like this, all he needs is to be free. Free and unbound by the open skies.
I don't need them. I am one with the wind and sky.