Storm's POV

I was backed up in a corner; I could hear them coming closer.

"Here freak. Come on we won't kill you. Just hurt you so much you wish we'd killed you" one of the boys said in a baby voice.

It was a dark alley and was about midnight. My hand gripped the bag I had stolen from the boys. There were about 10 of them after me now. They grinned as they heard my deep breathing, they were getting closer.

They probably thought this was going to be too easy. I can't blame them, I didn't look like much.

My black hair had reached just around my ears and I was sticking up everywhere. My eyes were dark brown, almost black and were too big for my face, making me look small and frightened most of the time. I was small and delicate looking, not very threatening.

But these kids had no idea.

I grinned evilly to myself; they were in for it now. I saw them before they saw me.

7 of them had knifes and two had guns. One had a wooden bat and the other had what I think was a broken glass bottle. I was only about 7 and they ranged from about 13 to 17.

I bit my lip in excitement; this was the best bit of my nights. I loved seeing their faces after I was done.

I puffed myself up, trying to look big and threatening. I shrugged my shoulders and my 8'5 pure black wings unfolded. Yes, I said wings.

The boys finally saw me and continued to run at me.

I snapped my wings to full length, making them stretch out scarily. They came to a halt and I saw their faces go pale.

"What are you?" One of them whispered.

"Your worst nightmare" I growled and then the alley lit up as flames poured out of my palms and circled the gang. A huge gust of wind surrounded me, lifting me off my feet and I hovered about a meter off the ground.

I started feeling weak so I let myself to the ground and let the fire go out.

It was dead silent and I half expected the boys to drop to the ground from either fainting or dead.

"Boo" I whispered and they all turned and ran, pushing each other to get first.

I fell to the ground laughing. My mechanical, evil laugh filled the silence as I rolled on the ground holding my sides. Finally I stopped and I got to my feet and wiped away a tear. That was fun.

"Impressive" I heard a voice. I spun around to see someone standing in the shadows.

"Who's there?" I asked, keeping my cool. I stood up straight, I don't care who this person is, I could easily beat them, I wasn't scared.

A boy about 16 stood out into the moonlight. He was tall and thin. He wore black and his brown hair was covering one eye.

The prettiest girl I'd ever seen stepped out behind him and gave me a sweet smile.

Then another girl that looked like the pretty girl's little sister stood next to her.

The younger girl looked at me with cocky hazel eyes. I didn't see anything but her eyes. They reminded me of my sister.

I felt my blood boil in anger, anger at my sister and parents.

My parents were rich and while they were rich I was living on the streets, barely getting anything to eat. My parents didn't want me, they sold me to a man who did horrible things to me and turned me into the freak I am today. This is his entire fault.

I escaped about a year ago and had been just getting by. And then I found out my parents had another child two years ago but they kept her. I found where they lived and snuck in. She had everything. It was the middle of the night so she was asleep. She was normal. She awoke and stared at me, her big hazel eyes just looked at me. I ran. I couldn't take it; look at what they had done to me. I hated them.

I turned my attention back to the three people.

"What do you want?" I spat. "We saw what you did" The older girl said.

"So? What are you going to do about it?" I asked, clenching my fists.

I watched as they all unfolded wings like mine. They were like me.

"I think we have some things to talk about" the boy said and motioned for me to follow. I gave him a sceptical look.

"It's ok, we want to help you. We're just going over there. That's where we live" the younger girl said, pointing to a tall building of apartments not too far away.

They motioned for me to follow again, and surprisingly, I did.

Al's POV

I watched from the shadows as the other three kids led the boy away.

I had been wandering the streets about a week or two ago in a town about three or so hours from here when I saw that kid. I wouldn't have normally noticed him; I don't pay attention to the world of humans.

I know, not many people can say that. Actually I didn't know anyone like me, except Simon, my brother.

Me and my brother grew up in a lab, I was now 13.

We were experimented on and both had wings. Mine were black with brown specks on them. I don't want to go into it but we were said to be failures because we didn't develop 'powers' or anything.

I watched from my cage as wolf like creatures tore my brother apart. I still hear his screams at night. I was next, but before they could get to me I teleported out of my cage and killed them all. Covered in blood, I flew away, and here I am.

So like I was saying, I was walking the streets when I saw this kid. I have pretty good eyesight and I managed to catch sight of the small fireball he was playing with in his hand.

I followed him around for a while and I saw he was like me. He had wings to. I never approached him, I didn't like to talk.

So I was watching him when the others like me came to take him. I followed them to.

It's now or never Al, I told myself. I took a deep breath and came out of the shadows, in front of the others.

"Who are you?" The older boy asked. I just blinked and then snapped my wings out.

They all looked at each other then continued walking.

"Well are you coming or not?" The oldest girl asked and I sighed relief and ran to catch up to them.