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Falling Higher:
Chapter One:
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I opened my eyes that were still thick from sleep. At once I tried to close them, the harsh electrical lights made different coloured stars dance on the back of my eyelids.
The dripping continued.
I groaned and opened my eyes again. Slowly this time. As I adjusted to the familiar surroundings, there was a rustling from the cage beside me.
That was strange. It was empty before.
I attempted to turn my head to the left to see what the noise was. But it ended up flopping limply. Like a dead fish. They'd worked me particularly hard yesterday. My body ached all over. I could still hear the sounds of the horrible man-beasts they called 'Erasers'. Feel the sensation of someone with super-human strength kicking you in the gut. Smell the worst mix of salty sweat and metallic blood.
My eyes focused, and I saw a young boy sitting in the cage. He was dressed in a hospital gown, just like me. He had black hair and dark eyes, that appeared black in the bright white lights of the School.
He looked back at me.
Neither of us said anything.
The dripping continued.
The strange boy shuffled around a bit, trying to get comfortable. I could've told him it was useless, these cages were made to be uncomfortable. I would've. If my voice had been working. But it wasn't.
My throat was thick and dry, and my tongue felt like lead in my mouth.
My eyes widened in shock as I caught a glimpse of something on his back.
Not just something.
Wings.
Black, smooth and pinned unnaturally behind his back, they looked to be about three feet across.
I couldn't believe it. I wasn't alone. There was someone else out there like me.
There was a scuffling outside the door, as the white-coats started to file into the room.
Our eyes connected. And in that moment, I made him a silent promise.
We would get out of here.
We would stick together.
We would survive.
I woke with a start. Cold sweat trickling down my back and neck, drenching my clothes and even my hair.
Gross.
I stopped trying to think what the dream was about. I couldn't remember. I never could.
It happened a lot.
Jeb called them night-terrors.
Had.
Jeb had called them night-terrors.
In a flash, reality came crashing down on me. I felt the cold, hard wood of the bench I was sleeping in. I heard the sound of cars rushing past and smelt the tang of wet grass and tree bark mixed with cigarettes and exhaust fumes.
I felt my eyes prickle as the memories of yesterday came crashing down on me.
Ari, pinning Jeb up against the wall.
One of his thugs, snapping his neck.
Me, flying for my life, straight to one of our emergency check-points, that Jeb and I had made in case such an emergency came up.
Me, grabbing a Nike` sports back filled with food, clothes and a first aid kit.
Me, flying until I couldn't any more and then crashing in the nearest park.
I blinked.
Snap out of it Max. Crying never gets anyone anywhere. You've never cried before, and now is not a good time to start.
Sighing, I stood up, stretched and grabbed my stuff. Planning to head on up again after a quick meal and maybe a shower at one of the local 24/7 gyms.
You need a plan. I thought to myself.
Okay, so maybe flying off with no money and no plan wasn't the best idea. But could you blame me? My first and foremost thought was to get the hell away from the psycho who'd just murdered my dad.
For the first time I wished I had a mother. She'd know what to do. She'd comfort me and cook for me, and tell me everything was going to be alright. She'd come up with a plan.
Wait a minute... my mom!
I could find my mom! I mean, I'd never been told anything about her other than her last name was Martinez and that she lived in Arizona. But I could still find her... right? Isn't that what libraries are for?
I allowed myself a quick grin.
I had a plan.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best plan. And it wasn't exactly fool-proof. Not to mention, I had no idea what to do when (Or if) I actually found her. I could hardly just show up on her doorstep with the words: "Hi, I'm you're daughter. My dad was murdered a while ago, a dangerous criminal may be after me, and I am a mutant-freak. Can I crash at yours?"
I don't think that would receive the best reaction.
Still, it was better than nothing.
I got up off the bench, still thinking, and made my way to the nearest library (Which was, thankfully, open 24/7) completely unaware of the gleaming yellow eyes watching my back at that moment.
Unaware that the decision I had just made would affect everything. My life. My family's life. My friend's lives.
Life as I knew it was about to be blown apart.
But I didn't know it then of course.
He watched her.
The way she flicked her hips as she walked.
The way her smile made his heart beat faster in his cheast.
The way she was completely unaware of how she affected him. Unaware even, that he was there in the first place.
He knew his orders.
Receive and report.
To see but not be seen.
He knew what it was he had to do.
He licked his lips as he followed her.
Silently stalking, condemning her to her unofficial fate.
It was a shame really, he though.
A shame that he had to take her to his boss.
She could've made him happy.
Very happy.
In the dark, his eyes gleamed gold, and an unearthly growl escaped him.
He watched her as she climbed the stairs to the local library. As she pushed open the doors and walked inside.
And, in the dark, he changed.
He was no longer standing on two human feet. Or watching through the dulled senses of the average person.
He was a wolf. Silent. Deadly.
And ready to pounce.
In the dark, he stood.
Watching.
Waiting.
For her.
Hmm... this chapter is quite long... (For me)... well at least, on my computer it said it was about six or seven pages...
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