Chapter Two
Orange and Purple
The feeling was exhilarating, to see the ground rushing at him, at the people screaming in terror, he felt as if he was born to do this. It took him a minute to notice that the ground had stopped growing, and was actually getting smaller. Did I die? AGHHH! What are THOSE?
He swiveled his head and noticed that there were to massive, black-feathered WINGS sprouting from his back.
God's way of compensating?
He took advantage of the confusion, and flew away. upon landing on the Chrysler Building, his wings disappeared. Oh, fun. Now I'm a freak too. I'll have the CIA tracking me next.
The world miraculously forgot about the incident, thank God, and life returned to normal, except for a few things. One, Will could get around much faster, and was thankful for it. And two, kids in orange and purple shirts started following him. He didn't notice them at first, but he noticed that they began to appear in groups, strangest of all, a blonde girl with grey eyes and a boy with green eyes and black hair holding hands were always in those groups. However, all he had to do was give 'em the "Stare o' Death" and they would walk away.
He also began to notice that a lot of the people the teenager came into contact with weren't right, somehow. They would either have a single eye, or growl at him. After a few of said exchanges, Will decided to take to the rooftops.
One day, an Orange-Shirt caught him by surprise. It was that blonde girl again.
"You know, you won't survive very long out here on your own." She chastised.
Will scowled. "I've been doing it for years. Haven't died yet."
She adopted a quizzical look. "Really? Ever do anything, strange?"
"What do you mean?" He asked. She knows about my wings.
"Oh, you know. Stuff like, fly, get blamed for something that you didn't do, things like that." She explained.
Crap.
"Nope, can't say that anything weird has happened yet."
She smiled. Annabeth loved flustering cute boys. "Oh, so your wings are perfectly normal?"
Double-Crap.
Will immediately saw something very interesting with his shoes.
She laughed. "Follow me. There's a place for people like you." She grabbed his arm.
He immediately pulled away. "Whoa, whoa. Do you mean a laboratory? Or an asylum?"
She grabbed his arm again. "No, you dolt. A place for half-bloods."
He now believed that this girl had completely lost her mind. "A place for what?"
She groaned. "Come on." she dragged him into a car, and they sped off towards the west.
