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Disclaimer: I own these characters, but not the main idea of winged kids from the school and stuff.
The morning brought only pain for me. My shoulders ached and I slumped out of bed with no intention of actually accomplishing anything that day. The house was empty and the only sounds that I could hear where the creaking floors and my creaking body.
I cracked my neck as I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the water on. I let the faucet run as I stared at my reflection. I looked like road kill, as usual. I pulled my jacket off and stretched my wings a bit. My shoulders burned and all my joints where sore. I fished the aspirin out from the cabinet and popped three in my mouth, then stuck my face straight into the water after grabbing a hold of my hair so that it didn't get wet.
I swallowed some water and let my face soak for a moment until my lungs screamed for air. After drying my face, I drained the sink and slumped out into the living room.
I hit the button on the TV as I passed and then continued into the kitchen. Food was scarce, but I wasn't hungry. My appetite had dropped to close to nothing in the past few weeks. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, then shuffled back into the living room.
The hairs on the back of my neck bristled.
The TV was off. My head swiveled and I strained my ears for any sound. The high pitched whine of a high powered gun charging sounded behind me and I spun around. There was a cat, no a ware cat standing in my living room with a gun aimed at me.
"Don't move." It commanded.
"Good luck." I answered before turning sharp and powering towards my room.
The really nice thing about having a really big house is that there are often a large number of balconies with sliding glass doors. This was the same for my house.
I yanked the door open and threw my wings open as I threw myself through the door.
Some of you may be thinking "Way too easy." Well, you're right.
Two more of those cat things jumped off the roof and pinned me to the floor. I rolled over and swung my arm through the air, smashing my fist into one of their furry faces, and then kneed another in the gut.
I managed to shove one off and get a good look at the other. It had two long fangs sticking out of it's mouth, like saber teeth. Then I remembered something I had seen on the Discovery Channel. Paleontologists had said that saber tooth tiger's fangs where really weak if forced under pressure from the sides.
I grabbed a hold of its fangs and yanked them apart. They snapped off and I smiled maniacally. The cat thing rolled off of me with a loud groan. I reached for the rail and pulled myself up, then threw myself into the air, beating my wings hard.
I rose unsteadily, then fell back as one of the cat freaks latched onto my leg. While still rising, I turned my head and nailed it in the face with my boot. It made a squealing, growling noise and fell backwards, and then hit the ground.
Yes! Score one for the kid with wings!
I felt accomplished and lost at the same time. I didn't know where I was going, but I was getting there fast. I could seriously get used to the flying thing. After coasting high in the clouds for a while, I decided to go downtown and hide out in the abandoned buildings for a while. At least I'd be hidden for a while.
I took one last paranoid look behind me; nothing but blue skies all around. At least those stupid cats stayed on the ground.