I finally got chapter 2 finished. I know my grammar isn't the best but I don't care, J as long as my story comes out good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Firebreather or any of its characters.

A few days had passed. He still could not use his wings and was having a little trouble keeping warm. "Duncan, I think we should talk to your father. He might know a way to prevent all this." Duncan was sitting on the couch while Margaret was putting bandages on all his scrapes from his fall earlier. "It was nice of Isabel and her mom to give you a ride home." She walked into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. He fell backwards to lay on his back on the couch.

"I've tried to see Dad several times after that whole fiasco. Megtaf won't let me see him!"

"I will call Megtaf today and talk to Barnes about seeing him. You know I never give him a choice in matters like this." She smiled. "Until I get everything sorted out you will continue going to school. You don't need to miss anymore than you have too."

He shot up. "School?! After what happened?! What am I supposed to do? My abilities are going haywire."

Margaret sat next to him and gave him the glass of water. "I know, but there isn't much else we can do. Just go to school and if anything else starts to happen, just walk out of class for a bit until it has stopped. I will inform Barnes and the rest of the teachers." He fell backwards again.

The next day Isabel, Kenny, and Duncan met each other in their first class. Duncan had explained everything to them just before the teacher walked in to start class. First period went fine. During second period he started to feel chilly and had to put on a jacket. In the middle of third period Isabel had looked back at him. "Duncan?" she whispered. His eyes had turned a bright yellow and his pupils were slits. His fangs and talons started growing. "Are you alright?" He walked out of class without saying a word. He didn't show up to fourth period at all. Come lunchtime, he was back to himself and sat at his usual table with Kenny and Isabel.

"What happened, man?" Kenny's mouth was full and his tone casual. Isabel on the other hand, hadn't touched her food. She was staring at Duncan with worry all over her face.

"Don't worry Isabel. I'm fine now." Duncan smiled and took a bite of his lunch.

"But what happened? Where did you go?" She looked a little less worried now with a little reassurance from Duncan, but was still curious nonetheless.

"Once I started feeling cold I could feel the fire rising in my chest. My transformation had already started happening before I left the classroom. I had to leave before it fully happened."

"So where'd you go?" Isabel had finally begun to eat something.

"Well lets just say, there's no longer a janitor's closet on the second floor." He smiled and continued eating.

"Nicely done, bro. You gonna destroy the math lab next? I'd like to skip algebra, we've got a test today." At Kenny's remark they all laughed and finished their lunch.

As they started walking to fifth period Duncan suddenly doubled in pain. He was on his hands and knees on the floor with Isabel and Kenny beside him trying to help him up. "Come on, Duncan, walk it off. Everyone is staring," Isabel said softly, concern growing in her voice. It was true, people had started staring as they walked passed and some had even stopped to watch. "Move along! This isn't a circus." Kenny had started pushing the crowd back and getting them to move on, Isabel was helping. All of a sudden everyone gasped and Kenny and Isabel had turned back around to see Duncan in even more pain, crouched all the way down to the ground. Something started ripping through his back. His wings were forcing themselves out. Then, abruptly, they shot out of his back putting him in immense agony. He and his wings fell flat to the floor and he passed out.

Minutes later, or what felt like days to Duncan, he awoke to see the faces of his two friends staring at him, along with half the school. "What happened?" he said wearily. He started to get up then realized his jacket was torn to shreds on the back and his wings were out. He quickly got very confused, then remembered that his abilities weren't exactly under control.

"Come on, we need to get you home." Isabel pulled him up to standing and started to walk, but Duncan pulled his wrist out of her hand. "Duncan?"

He smiled, even laughed a bit. "No, I came today to try to make it through the school day, and that's what I'm going to do." The three of them walked to their fifth period.

As soon as fifth period started, Isabel and Kenny then realized why he had laughed earlier. Everybody was more focused on Duncan, sitting on the far left of the second row with his wings still out, than the teacher. Thanks to Margaret, had known ahead of time about Duncan's problems, but found it very hard to get the class's attention. "Class, you act like a bird just flew in through a window." The class sniggered at this remark. Duncan smiled. "Should I just get Duncan to teach the class then?" The class laughed again, Duncan along with them. One girl raised her hand.

She stood up. "He might be a little more interesting, ," she said with a smile.

"Ha ha, very funny, Diamond. Now, ," he said mockingly, "if you'll have a seat I would like to finish teaching." As soon as he had finally gotten everyone's attention and turned around to continue teaching, the bell rang. The whole class burst out in laughter. "Well that figures," said, laughing. "I will see you all on Monday."

Sixth and seventh period came and went, pretty much like fifth did. After seventh period Duncan still could not retract his wings. "So are you just going to fly home, dude?" Kenny asked.

"No, I don't want to take the chance of what happened last time. I think I'll just walk home." Duncan smiled. Isabel opened her mouth but Duncan interrupted her before she could get any words out. "Thanks for the offer Isabel, but I don't think me and my wings would fit in your mom's little sedan. I'll be fine walking."

"Ok, if you're sure." They all said their goodbyes and headed off home.

"Duncan?!" Margaret was both confused and startled when he walked in the front door. Then she remembered. She sighed then sat down on the couch and handed him a glass of water. "So I take it school didn't go so well?"

"Actually, it wasn't that bad. I kinda wrecked a janitor's closet though. And other than my wings ripping from my back, the day was pretty good." He took a sip of his water.

"Well I guess that's go..." She paused then doubled back. "Wait did you say your wings 'ripped' from your back?" She was stunned.

He coughed in the middle of taking a sip of water. He hadn't meant for it to sound so alarming. "No, no. Don't worry Mom. I'm fine. It kinda entertained the rest of the school though." He laughed a bit, though Margaret still seemed overly worried.

"Well, are you hurt? Do you need to go to a doctor?"

"No, Mom. I told you, I'm fine. It hurt at first but that's it. I just haven't been able to retract them since."

"Ok..." She still didn't seem convinced. "Well, it's late. Head to bed and I will tell you about my call with Barnes tomorrow." They both headed off to bed.

Duncan found it very hard to sleep that night. Since he couldn't retract his wings, it was very hard for him to find a good sleeping position. Most of the time he liked to sleep on his back; he tried that but it didn't work out too well, for obvious reasons. He tried sleeping on either of his sides but that didn't work either. Finally he just decided to lay on his stomach. But with his wings still out, it was difficult for him to cover up. He pulled the covers up as far as he could until they reached the base of his wings, then he pulled them up around the best he could.

The next morning he woke up, wings still out, but he felt better. He had gotten more sleep than he expected. He assumed all the stuff he went through yesterday had tired him out. He started to get dressed then realized the shirt he was wearing, which he had worn to bed, was torn to bits. He tore the shirt off but wasn't going to even attempt to put another shirt on. So he put the jacket on he was wearing yesterday, which already had holes in the back for his wings, and put some pants on and headed downstairs. He walked down to find his mom making pancakes. He sat down and started eating.

"Good morning, Duncan. You feeling better this morning?"

"Yea, I feel a lot better than yesterday," he said with a mouthful of food.

"Well that's good." There was a short silence then Margaret spoke first. "So I know I promised you I'd try to get you in to see your father. Well..." He could see the look of disappointment on her face.

"Big shocker there. Let me guess, they refused to let me come and see him?"

She sighed then a big smile grew on her face. She looked up. "You really think I gave Barnes a choice? Of course I got you in." She laughed.

Duncan had a look of shock on his face. "Really?! So when do we leave?!" He stood up and started heading to the door.

"Woah, slow your role there. At least finish your breakfast first." He sat down and practically scarfed down his breakfast. He started heading for the car when he realized he wouldn't fit inside with his wings still out. Margaret followed him outside and saw him standing there. "Why don't you try to fly? You never know, you said yourself you were feeling better." He hesitated a bit the began to take off slowly. Margaret followed him in her car until they got to the Megtaf base. When they got to the base, Barnes led them to the cage where Belloc was being held.

"Duncan my son, and Margaret," he greeted them. His deep voice shook the ground. "What brings you here to see me?"

They began to explain everything to him. Just as they were finishing up, Margaret collapsed to the ground. Belloc growled. Duncan ran over to her. She had been shot with some kind of spine. He pulled it out and showed it to Belloc. " Abbadon!" He yelled. "Duncan get out of here! Your mother will be fine! She is just asleep! Now leave!"

"I'm not leaving here wi..." Something hit his neck. He slapped a hand to his neck and pulled out a similar spine. He heard an earsplitting roar and his vision went blurry. He felt himself collide with the ground and everything went black.