Queen here, I'd like to say that this a fic that pairs with a blog of mine. This one is not my main priority but it will not be abandoned.
Okay a first chapter ever for this fic. It will be from one POV for the moment until further development. So this is an Outsiders fic, it is indeed AU. The setting is 21st century, (I cannot friggin spell I am so sorry), Ponyboy is the only winged one and I'm going to try and keep it that way. I really don't want to fill it up with winged or animal DNA people. That's just annoying. I don't own the Outsiders, S. does.
I don't remember much of my childhood. truthfully I never really had one. I remember a bunch of handsome faces even in youth and a radiant face of a woman whom I was sure was my mother. They try to tell me that none of the things I remember are real. That it's all in my head, hopeless fantasies in my brain. I know I was six when I came here. The walls are white. White is everywhere and the air is sterile. Needles, medication and crude instruments. I know that I am 14 because a doctor who has a soft spot told me so. He said I'll be 15 in a week or so. Like I could ever even tell time. Not like I cared anyways, what's the point? When I sleep I see flashes of white clothed faces and the sound of water. I hate deep water, it freaks me out. I remember when I was 8 they tried to make me breath underwater. It didn't work clearly, so they fed it some poor 4 year old. He died right next to me and I remember hearing horrid wheezing and then silence. I cried for a few hours until they took the body away.
They call me Micheal, but it's not my real name. I don't know my last name, it's something that I forgot. I know my first name is Ponyboy and my middle is Micheal. I think my last name started with a "C" but that's about it. I stretch my short legs as far as they can. I am literally a bird in a cage. My joints pop and I stretch the mixed browns that are my feathered wings. At first I hated them, i loathed their existence. For a few weeks they had to tie my hands to my legs so that I'd stop ripping out the feathers. But the Doctor who favoritized me (Doctor Delarosa) let me out of my cage. She said it was to test if the wings still worked even with my abuse of them. They did and even though I was a few feet off the ground it felt amazing. To know you can flap your way away from the force that pulls you down. I learned that was called "Gravity."
Today I sit in my cage, pondering how I'm going to smart off to the other doctors today. I want out, I want to stretch my now larger wings into the wind. They haven't let me since I was 13 and tried to fly over the wall. I was almost there until a guard shot my shoulder and clipped my wing. I fell and didn't get back up for a few weeks. I was healed after a week but I was so dead inside. To taste freedom but have the spoon ripped from you before you can swallow all of it. The door opens amd in step the muscleheads. They roughly pick up my cage amd throw me onto the dolly. I huff in annoyance and fold my wings around myself. They throw a few more on top. I know these are the dead because I heard them die. A girl had an allergic reaction to her own DNA and died. The boy beside me died from a rejection of cells and blood poisoning. The one top of him is clinging to life but failing, his lungs are malfuctioning because the fish DNA combined successfully but he needed water. The sunlight burns my eyes and I sheild my face with my wing.
"Hey musclehead, ever heard of shampoo? You smell worse than the dead kids around me." I say in a snide tone. This creates a domino effect. Normally they snap at me and sometimes claw my exposed legs but they've done this before. Guess I got the bad tempered ones. They take my cage and slam my cage down on the ground. The impact is so hard the bars snap. I use my own strength and bend them just big enough to slip through. The doctor is so busy yelling at them for damaging the specimen meaning me and fish boy failure that they don;t notice I've left until too late. I push downwards with my wings hard and flap to freedom. A few more feet, I won't fail. I refuse to sink, I will not fail. I repeat this as I hear gunshots around me. I feel them whiz by, good thing the calvary is not the best today. Guess they got lazier since anyone was last allowed outside. I'm over the wall and I glide away as quickly as possible. Inhaling I smell things that I've only heard about. Pines, oaks, flowers, and all sorts of things. My lungs fill with air and my body fills too. The sun is blinding but I don't care anymore. I'm too happy too free. The world is so small from where I'm in the clouds. I look around, I know these hospital type gown thing is not somehing that society see's as clothing.
Down below I see tents. Looks likes there are people down, landing into a tree. (A bit noisily because I haven't been taught how to land) I sniff the air and there isn't anyone here. I jump down and steady myself. I look through the campsite. There's food, a shiny metalic thing that said hello to me when I clicked on a button on the top, clothing and a small backpack. I bite my lip, this is theiving. My mother told me stealing is wrong and so did Delarosa but I'm desperate. I change into some pants of a deep blue color, a red shirt and shrug on a black jecket. I even run a comb through my unruly hair. The front sticks up and I know there isn't any fixing it. I eat one nutrition bar and grab like 10 of em. I steal some water bottles too and the backpack is handy too. I fill it with the items. It says Ipod on it. I slug it on my shoulders and it fits perfectly between my wings. I hear voices and I shoot off into the sky. I hover and look down on them. There are a bunch of boys, they look happy. Smiling and laughing, one has rusty side burns and a tall blonde looks mean. I decide to take my leave and fly away. I follow roads and when night falls I see the city below lit up. The lights are sparkling and there are so many cars.
There are people outside, it's warm and cozy. I land behind some bushes and fold my wings underneath the jacket. I look normal as far as I'm concerned. There are shops galore, some are dark and others are teeming with life. I pass by a place that says "DX" in big neon lights and I'm facinated. I think it's the bird I was infused with, I'm drawn to everything colorful. I look up and see lots of birds. They look down at me as though curious. I coo at them and they coo back. I don't know what they are saying. Smiling I walk around, I pass by some rowdy well dressed kids. They don't pay me any mind and I like it that way. I walk and walk until I'm at a park. It feels so familiar. There's an old fountain, it's far from the loud city. It's quiet here and the lights from the fountain cast a watery reflection all around the area. It's amazing. I sit on the ledge and play in the water with my fingertips. There are no coins in here, just old concrete bottom with the remians of a floral tiling.
I eat another bar and drain a water bottle. I want to eat a lot more seeing as my appetite was that of an army I know I've got to be deligent. A memory bubbles to the surface. I look up and watch a beautiful blonde woman with curls at the bottom as she chases two little boys around. The oldest is a dark skinned boy with bright black eyes and the other has auburn hair and cheerful green eyes. The woman chases them and then they fade like bad flim. I feel tears in my eyes and I slide to the floor. I place my head on the edge of the fountain and sob. Horrible sounds rip from my throat as I morn the loss of my childhood, my mother who doesn't remember me and the loss of my family. I want to feel whole again but I know this is a lost cause. I'm a lost cause. I'm freaky bird kid who was going to have to break laws to get a living.
I wipe my eyes as I hear footsteps, I keep a tight hold of the backpack and stand up. I look around and keep a sharp eye out for anyone that would maybe try and bring me back. I wouldn't go back, I refused. It's two people, one is very tall and the other is a slight bit shorter. They don't see me until it's too late for me to bail. The tallest one is blonde, his face s narrow and he looks suspicious of me. The shorter one is darker skinned, sweet looking and as though he didn't trust me either. I look closer at the mean looking one and realize I've seen him from before, he's one of the guys from the campsite. Just my fucking luck right?
"Looks like we found who robbed our campsite Johnnycakes." The blonde says.
Johnnycakes or whatever blondie called him nods in agreement. "Yeah buddy."
"Look man, you don't know me, you don't know my life so back off." I snap at him. If blondie wants a fight then he'll get one, I wasn't giving up the new items and that was final.
"You looking for a fight kid?" Blondie says his nostrils flaring.
"Dal, maybe we should give him a chance." Johnnycakes says to Dal.
"Fine but if I don't like him I'm punchin him." Dal says standing a few feet from me. I cross my arms defensively.
"Well, firstly I'm sorry I theived but I had to. It was either that or die in the wilderness and be bear meat or something. I ain't giving anything back and that's it. I'm just trying to find my home. " I keep it short and my tone neutral.
"You are obviously new, I'm Johnny and that's Dallas. Where are you trying to get to?" Johnny asks me.
"I don't know, a house with a big flower garden in the back, old swings poorly put together and a door that creaks no matter what. A street where I could yelling from down the block and a house with a woman I called my mother." I say.
Dallas is looking more curious then suspicious now, so does Johnny. They're looking at me like they're confused. Johnny speaks, "What'd the woman look like?"
I rack my brain, I try to remember as hard as I can. From the questions being asked it's like they may be useful. "Where am I? What city is this? State? Why should I tell you?"
"Listen you litt-" Dallas starts but Johnny cuts in.
"You are in Tulsa Oklahoma, and I want to help you." He says. I look into his eyes to try and detect possible lies, I see nothing. He reminds me of a kicked puppy lost in a crowd of strangers. A look I'd seen in a boy from memory.
I decide he's trustworthy enough, "She was tall, her eyes are were a pretty grey-ish blue, her hair was blonde and she loved to curl the very bottoms of it. She had the sweetest smile in all of the town. Or so I thought, but what can I say, I was 6. Her wrath was something fierce and I'm pretty sure I had two brothers. One was just like my father, but he looked like my mother. The other one was spitting image of my father but acted like my mother. " I felt the burning sensation in my eyes again. I sniffled, I needed to be strong. The two are frozen in place and they are looking at me. I had been so absorbed in my descriptions I hadn't noticed they were standing with mere inches of me.
"What's...your..na-me.." Johnny asks his voice quivering.
I furrow my brow and say confused, "Ponyboy Micheal..can't remember my last name..why?" Before I get an answer I hear shouts from behind the two, they turn and I shoot off into the surrounding folliage. I figure I'll follow the two, from their questions I was willing to bet that they knew where my house was. I peek throguh some leaves and I see Johnny looking wildly around, the one with rusty side burns is shouting something. Johnny looks frantic and sad. I feel bad but I don't want them to potentially lead me to my death. Dallas slaps the rusty haired one at the back of the head looking irritated. They walk off, Johnny explains about me and Dallas confirms. I follow in the shadows and when the cloud passes over the moon I hide in it and follow. They open the gate to an all too familar house. I feel myself gasp as I hide in a tree across the gate. I've found home, but was it still my home?
That was fun wasn't it? Do y'all like it? Would you like a pairing? If so, which one, the one that gets suggested the most wins. No curtiscest though, sorry.
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