Chapter 1
Pant, pant, pant.
Branches snapped as I zipped away, trying to get through them. My ears were ringing but could still sense the faint chirp of the nearby birds nestled safely on the treetops.
Pant, pant, pant.
Ahead, I could make out what looks to be the sun finally rising above the deep blue Pacific-thanks to my...extra special vision.
How's that for imagery? And they said you needed school. Ha.
At first you would think this situation seemed normal and completely okay.
But sooner or later, you'll figure out that normal really isn't a word you could ever describe my life. You'll see.
I sprinted, along the forest, attempting so hard not to think about my bleeding arm that made mosquito bites look like a gift sent down from heaven above.
Bet you didn't see that one coming, now did ya?
Now imagine how I feel, me actually being in this situation, mind you, and multiply that feeling times ten-since, rabid human-lupine hybrids chasing me to my imminent death isn't exactly what I would call a "perfect morning."
But hey, story of my life, right?
"YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE," one of the human-lupine hybrids, aka Erasers, cackled.
I could outrun them. It was just this dang arm I keep worrying about. And it doesn't exactly help that each step I took made me wince-given that I had been running for a while now. Did I mention I was barefoot?
I stopped in my tracks, panting, feeling like I could have puked out one of my lungs right then and there. I coughed violently, only to be forced to run again by the sound of the maniacal laughter. .
I was brought to halt when I realized at the end of the forest was a cliff. I gulped and peered down. My jaw almost dropped, realizing that nothing was below me but the cold sea and jagged rocks.
My, those look sharp today.
"You're dead, sucker," an Eraser growled from behind. I whipped my head around to see over a dozen of those mangy wolves surrounding me. I sighed.
"Don't push your luck," I smirked. I closed my eyes, opened my arms, and just fell back. I dropped like a stone when I finally rolled around and unfurled my wings. I cringed.
Note to self: Safer exits are much better than dramatic ones-no matter how much fun they seem.
The Erasers howled as I flipped them the bird from a distance, even if I knew they'd have a hard time to see it from far away. Still, it felt pretty good.
"I WILL SURVIVE! I yelled. In my head, that line made me think of the song "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor and chuckled to myself. I wiped away a cold drop of sweat from my good hand, even though it was also covered in blood, given I had to use it to coddle the other one. "NO MATTER WHAT!"
"Yes, Fang. You will survive," a voice whispered. I turned around to see Iggy, one of my best friends, right beside me. If it was possible to jump while flying, I would have been doing it.
And you wanna know the best part?
He was on a unicorn. And was strumming a ukelele.
"Iggy?" I squinted, seeing a glint of evil sparkling in his eyes. But then again, when did they not?
Leave it to Iggy to scare the hell out of me.
He grinned, raising his ukelele and smacked me, upside the head. My wings folded in and I was losing altitude fast.
And suddenly, the world turned black.
Author's note:
For those who were confused why Fang had a similar dream as Max towards the beginning, I was actually kinda trying to imply that the Flock had similar dreams because of their disturbing childhood. Nevertheless, if you got this far to read it, you are now one of my favorite people! Please review and keep reading! ^_^