Hi, guys. I'm back again. I may have a slight stomach virus…or it could be this humongous sore on my shoulder blade. I don't know…Right now, I'm trying to catch a meteor shower…if I haven't missed it already. Anyway, here is chapter 2 of "Demons an Bird Kids?" ;)

Chapter 2: "I'm just a poor, innocent bystander…that flies"

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Man, I always heard guys were so proud of their bodies but this guy was ridiculous! He wore a jacket with no shirt(?) and long, baggy pants. At least, he wore the pants. Oh, wait…I think I threw up in my mouth a little.

"So…" I started. " What's with the white hair? You an old man in real life or something?" I was now snickering evilly. Oh, did I mention I broke my left wing? Yeah, he tried bandaging my injuries but I TRIED acting like a stubborn kid. Wait a second…I AM a stubborn kid!

After his temper cooled a little, he tried acting all parental like and started asking me questions.

"Where's your mom?" he asked. Why does everyone ask me this stupid question…?

"I don't have a mother. At least, I don't know her." I answered. He leaned back in his "Almighty throne".

"Ah, okay…how about…your father?" he asked. Again. With the parent questions! I snorted in disgust.

"He's a sick and twisted bastard that needs to die." Oopsy…I said a bad word…

He nodded in understanding. I crossed my arms and legs cos' I don't remember sitting. My wings were folded perfectly on my back but every move I make hurts like hell.

"Any brothers or sisters?" he asked. I stared at him.

"Yeah…My flock of winged freaks." I replied simply. He finally cracked I smile.

"And where are they now?" he asked his final question. I snorted again.

"Like you'll be able to help me…" I stared at him coldly. He stared at me with a nice guy kind of look.

"I might." he replied.

Just then, a whole crap load of Erasers popped out of the hole I made in the roof. Along with some REALLY ugly creatures. They flooded the small ass room. I got up and rushed to the guy's side. He had two guns armed and ready. And I had my fists…Damn, that sucks.

I was merely an innocent bystander here…with wings.

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I hope you liked it. I felt bad this time… Sorry it was left hanging…And sorry this one wasn't funny.