Max's POV
I hereby attest to the fact that my dad has been overly suspiciously lately.
You see, my dad (or you could called him Jeb) is a disorganized, laid-backed, home-working engineer. The whole working space seriously looked like a dead mouse trap-so covered –up with unfinished inventions and scattered snippet of tools that it's impossible to perceive the color of the carpet. So every time I go down there, I'd have to be extremely careful of where I step-unless I want to get pin down and have a stinging swollen spot on my toe. Usually, he's down at the basement, propping his feet up on his table, typing stuff on his laptop under extreme dim light. But recently, he has been doubly different, and I'm kind of worried about him.
For example, whenever I run down the stairs to say hey to my dad, he would freeze himself and daze onto the floor with a rigorous face. Not only that, there was also the creepy muttering, which goes something like this,"-time, t-time to tell her-"or "Gotta…stop him…fast before-". The way he does that was like if he had completely changed into a different person, with some kind of force influencing him. It's creepy, alright, but it's only part one.
Part two. He has this really weird ability when he gets out of the house. When he's out of the door, he's gone, no trace of footprints or shadow or sound. He always disappeared without a glimpse. Fast.
But he's not like me, though, he can't fly. So that's why I am determined to solve the mystery today.
"Dad?" I asked while lying down on the basement couch with my eyes wondering the room and finally settling on the box of sneakers that my dad's taking out.
"What's that?"
"Er, nothing. Just a pair of old sneakers." He said while tying it on. "I'll be going out jogging for an hour or two. Be back before you know it. Just don't go out!" he rushed up the stair and I heard a slam of the house door.
Uncontrolled, I dashed up the stairs and ran outside. I can't stand my dad being so suspicious toward me anymore. I stayed quiet behind the door and watched my dad tapped something on this sneaker. I stumbled back and almost made a clang.
On the pair of sneakers, plopped out two beautiful tiny wings, flapping elatedly, taking my dad a step into the air. "Ready to go, then" My dad whispered quietly as if talking to the wings, and took of smoothly into the air.
I covered my mouth in amazement.
There is one fact I know for sure now-there is a lot I don't know about my dad.
Can't afford to loose this opportunity, I extended my wings out and flew off.
And began stalking.