Prologue
I plummetted downward, spiraling, fast. I couldn't regain balance, my wing had been hit. Angelflight came beside me, and tried to twist me around, but the winged cat couldn't help me now. I was headed for a meadow, where, even if I died, I would be peaceful. I guess what goes around comes around. I closed my eyes, and tried not to think about my intimate death staring me in the face. I finally hit the ground, my wing injured, and my body planted in the ground.
I saw a white light....was this death? Maybe, or maybe I'm just dreaming...I couldn't tell. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the back with a poison knife, and I was just bracing for the real pain, not the bittersweet feeling I was feeling now. I felt a slight nudge, and twitched. The same nudging came over and over, until I finally opened my eyes.
I wasn't dead...I wasn't dead! That landing...I guess I was easy to heal. I tried to move, but the nudge came again. It was Angelflight. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes of her's, and I melted.
"A-Angelflight? It's you, right? I-I'm not dead?" I asked, pretty sure I wasn't dead, just checking.
"Yes, Taylor! It's me, and you're not dead! Your leg and wing are badly damaged, so you won't be doing much for a while." Angelflight informed me.
"Oh thank God." I sighed, relieved I wasn't paralyzed for life.
I guess being a mutant bird-kid was alright, when you take a dive like I did. Now all I had to do was get up. It would only take a little while for my wing and leg to heal, so I limped, wings tucked in, to the nearest town. I guess a hospital wouldn't be too bad...
Chapter One: The hospital.
I limped to the nearest town, which was somewhere in Virginia, I believe. People gave me strange looks when I kept limping to a huge white building---the hospital. I walked up to the admission desk and looked the receptionist in the eye.
"I need help." I said firmly, trying not to show weakness.
The receptionist leaned over and took a long look at my injured body, and widened her eyes.
"Uhhh....uhhh...oh dear God." was all the lady could get out.
"Nurse! Nurse!" the lady called, and two nurses, dressed in those blue operation clothes, ran over to me, looking at me with the same look at the receptionist.
They put me on one of their rolling stretchers, and rushed me to the ER. They ripped through my clothing, so they could get a closer look. I layed there for what seemed like forever, which, in reality, forever was counting as....oh, and hour and a half. The doctors had examined where my wings started, but they didn't notice my wings, even if they had, I woulda given them a messed-up crack-pot story. I walked to the room next to mine.
The room card said:"Nick Ride" on it. I looked in, and saw a beaten-up, bloody teenage boy. He was tall, dark, and looked like he'd been in a mauling. But I knew those slash marks. Erasers. And lots of them. So maybe I was't the only one of my kind. Maybe he was a mutant bird-kid too. Well, I had to just wonder, `cause I needed to run. I ran outside, and as soon as I got to an alley, I unfurled my wings and took to the skies.