This is the third chapter to accompany the SYOC, 'We're Normal Apart From the Wings'.

Characters;
Ace, submitted by It's Fnicking Awesomeness;
Weston, submitted by Okami-G;
Leo, submitted by FangandIggyRule;
Zee, submitted by crazyCULTure;
Wynnie, submitted by angel experiment 18;
Quanti, submitted by AngelInDisguise123;
Griffin, submitted by AngelInDisguise123;
Maria, submitted by SomethingAboutDarkAngels;
and Ashe, submitted by yours truly!

Hope you enjoy it, and PLEASE, I'm now looking for SCHOOL people! As in, people that go to Ashe's school! STILL OPEN!

"Go faster!" Ace yelled, pushing me in front of him gently. I faked a stumble and shot him a look. "I haven't got all day!"

The Eraser behind me laughed. I turned my head to glare at him, but kept my mouth shut because Ace had started talking again. "You know what they do to dead mutations? I do, and you don't. But you'll figure it out shortly."

Again, the Eraser laughed. But then a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop. Ace spun me around so I was facing the Eraser, and that was when I realised the room we were in wasn't any normal room. It was high enough that I could fly openly, and wide enough to fit a couple thousand people. A frown lined my face and I spun to see Ace standing behind a glass screen with a couple of white-coats.

"Oh, I wasn't talking to her," Ace said, staring at the Eraser with a sorrowful look. "I was talking to you."

There was a loud noise, almost like a siren, and I cringed openly. The Eraser started to morph after a growl and spun slowly to look at me.

"He thinks you can beat me," the Eraser laughed. I smirked playfully and raised an eyebrow quickly.

"He doesn't think I can." I said, my voice husky from the night before. Without a word of warning, my fourteen foot wings snapped out of the slits in my white shirt. "He knows I can."

This was a daily thing. I was used to it. Fighting the erasers, the white-coats watching. Normally Ace left half-way through. He was their best, the one who trained the erasers. Even though he was only fifteen, he was probably more experienced then any of them, and had a whole lot more attitude as well.

The Eraser ran for me, and I met him with a strong rouse-house that slammed into his face. As he stumbled back, I launched at him with a series of kicks and punches, each hitting their target with surprising precision, each a lot faster then possible for a human.

A couple of minutes later, I was standing over the Eraser, my breathing only slightly quicker.

"Again!" A voice over the speaker said. Turning, I found Ace was staring at me with a look on his face only I knew. They... they were going to make me fight again. Against something worse than an eraser.

The glass door slid open and out stepped a young boy. His round eyes stared up at me, and I gasped at the reddish-brown plumage of feathers across his chest. He had wings. He couldn't have been more than eight years old and even though he looked nothing like Ace, the young boy reminded me of him.

I closed my gaping mouth and tried shut my emotions down, but it wasn't working. I couldn't fight this boy. Not now. Not after everything.

The young boy advanced, and hit after hit he came at me. Each I dodged with alarming accuracy. I could feel Ace's stare in the back of my head. He knew I could do this all day. He knew I wasn't going to hurt a hair on this kid.

"Stop this!" He yelled. I could hear him through the glass. "She isn't going to hurt him. Can't you see that? She'll keep us here all night and honestly, I want my sleep!"

And then a pain I'd never felt before burst through my head. My ear-piercing scream rattled the glass and even the young boy covered his ears. I'd already collapsed into a fetal position, and my hands were gripping my hair so tight I was surprised none of it ripped out.

I felt arms around my body, and then the blackness swallowed me.

Maria lowered her bow and arrow as a figure approached the school. Somehow, she knew it was Ace before she even saw his face. "Where've you been?" She called, smiling tentatively as his head snapped towards her. "You're never out this late."

Ace raised an eyebrow as he jumped over the fence that surrounded the school. He landed with a dull thud and stood, pulling his wings in tightly to his back. "How would you know?"

A bright crimson red flooded Maria's face. "I always have this shift. You never arrive while I'm on watch-out."

"Either that or you're just crushing on me," Ace said as his lips formed a lopsided smile. "We both know the real reason though."

A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised on Maria's head, and if it hadn't been for the dark of the night, Ace would have seen her blush again. "Yeah? What's that?"

Ace took a step towards Maria and lifted a strand of her brown hair. "Miranda."

Breathing in slowly, Maria gained some self control and stepped away, raising her bow and arrow to aim at the target she had set up minutes before "What about her?"

"Oh, don't bullshit with me, Maria." Ace snarled. He grabbed the weapon from her grasp and looked it over.

"Be careful with that." Maria hissed at him. She jumped and unsuccessfully tried to get it back.

Ace laughed at her and loaded the bow. "How do you work these things? They seem so... faulty." As Maria jumped at him again, Ace skidded out of the way, moving ever so closer to the target.

"Stop, Ace!" Maria whined, frowning. She jumped one more time, and then yelped in surprise. A strong hand had caught her throat mid-leap. It's force nailed her against the tree, Ace's green eyes staring down at her expression in amusement.

"You don't think I notice the way you look at me?" Ace whispered. His voice was dripping in unshed laugher. "The way you angle your body so I'm always in your line of view? Come on, Maria. It's so obvious. She's brainwashed you into spying on me."

"Let me go," Maria muttered, looking uncomfortable under his gaze. "I need to get back on watch."

"And watch what, exactly?" Ace laughed. His fist slammed into the tree and he let Maria fall to her feet. "Watch what I do? Who I talk to?" Maria snarled at him. Ace smiled sweetly. "Don't bother coming after me. And you can tell that Miranda bitch to be a little less... obvious next time."

Maria frowned at Ace as he dropped a small piece of wire to the ground. As he walked towards the complex, she reached for the bug... and then realised it wasn't around her ear. Again, a frown befell Maria's face. She walked to the wire and picked it off the ground, marveling the way she didn't even know he'd taken it from her. Maria turned back to the target. What met her eyes amazed her, and she didn't even bother to close her gaping mouth. Ace had managed to plunge the arrow straight into the centre of the target when his fist had landed on the tree.

"Damn," she muttered. She spun around, expecting to see his retreating figure, and found herself alone in the dark. "He's good."

I stared into my closet of clothes. Wynnie laughed at me, and Zee smirked. I glared at them and sighed. "Out. Now."

Five minutes later, I'd shifted the messy pile back into the closet and chosen my outfit. I stretched my wings one last time before pulling them all the way through my back, and then put on some clothes. Gray skinny jeans, a worn and ripped American tank top and buckled skull boots. I threw the black canvas backpack over my shoulder and waltzed downstairs.

Our school was about a half hour away. I always took someone on my black Kawasaki Ninja with me, while Wynter had an old beat up car to pool the other kids to school. Flying just wasn't an option.

"Who's on the bike with me today?" I called.

Before anyone else could answer, Q's voice rang out clearly. "Me! Me! Me! Meeeeeee!"

A deep rumbling laugh erupted from the kitchen and I smiled slowly before walking in. Griffin nodded in my direction and then smiled happily. "Hey Ashe."

"What're you so happy about?" I laughed, sending him a weird look.

"I just have a good feeling about today."

"Ohhhkay...?" I sent him another weird look but let a smile cover my face.

But he was wrong. He was so, so wrong.