It was not my fault. I was flying, minding my own business. I have wings, I suppose nothing fazes you people of the new generation after the Iphone 5. I felt a blow to my back, knocking my breath out. When I turned around I saw: another one of my kind. It was small boy, possibly eight or nine years old. He had dirty blond hair and mischievous blue eyes. His wings were spread out behind him: a grey-brown, they looked incredibly sturdy. We hovered in the air for a moment taking the other's existence. Before he could say a word I flew away.
Most humans are born with the fight or flight response. I was born with the flight or flight response. Not many options but it kept me safe all these years. I took to the forest below me, I like the nature and my camouflaged appearance served me well. I was balanced upon a tree limb, carefully watching for signs of movement. Silence filled the air. "Not running away again are you?" a cool voice spoke from behind me. Not even thinking I put my hand in a knife position and swung it around me at forehead height. Taken by surprise, I saw a tall girl with brown eyes and sun streaked hair step back in surprise but she regained quickly. She folded her wings ready for battle.
We were locked in a tight tense battle; it was clear she was an experienced fighter and was used to winning. That's too bad because I was born to win, to always come out on top. Eventually she was hanging of the branch surprised that she had been beaten. Get used to it. I nimbly ran across the branch, only to be confronted by more bird kids. I didn't like to hurt people but I did what I had to to get them out of my way. I threw myself forward taking each down in one or two strikes. There was a dark skinned girl my height with brown curly hair with her fists up in a fighting position but before she knew it I had kicked the back of her knee out. She crumpled and almost fell of the branch before grabbing it with the tips of her fingers. There was the boy I saw earlier and a girl who like her sister. I picked them up easily and threw them behind me. In front of me was a tall skinny boy who reminded me of the colour white. He looked disoriented and I realized he was blind. I threw a knife around him snapping a branch, causing him to turn around and I sprinted across the branch ready for take off, grabbing the knife just before it fell.
I had just unfolded my wing when a black flash came at me, pinning me to a tree with his hands at my throat. My knife tumbled out of my hand. Shoot I had forgot one. I saw my attacker had a calm expression on his face as he cheerfully me brought closer and closer to death. His eyebrows furrowed and his finger traced the outline of my mask. The mask. It was black and grey and covered the right half of my face. It had molded in my skin and stretched as I grew. He tried to pull it off but it was tied tightly by me. Must win. Must win. I stopped struggling and he seemed to think that I had given up. Gathering my energy I inhaled and burst out, catching him by surprise. I quickly realized that I didn't have enough energy for launch and I started falling toward the ground. I was unable to close my wings and the branches and thorns were cutting into them as well as my arms and my face. I finally thudded on the ground, my eyes fluttering closed just as my world went dark.
Hey guys! This is my first fan fiction! Sorry it's kinda short, I'm not very good at filler material. I have so many plans for this story and I can't wait to write it! Please review, your comments are appreciated! Question of the chapter: If you had wings, what would they look like?
Over and out, Storm