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The sun beat heavily down on Eckhart as she walked. It must have been over one hundred degrees outside. Feeling like her insides were boiling, she hurried to the nearest Seven Eleven to buy herself a drink.
When she arrived there, the only thing they had left was a single can of Red Bull. She would have preferred water, but she was so thirsty she didn't care. She quickly paid for the energy drink and headed back outside. As soon as she got out the doors, she popped the lid off the can and drank the entire thing.
Eckhart suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation down her spine.
What the heck is going on? she thought worriedly.
Then the tingling turned to pain. It was as if there were knives stuck in her back. She collapsed on the ground, screaming in agony.
Then, without warning, a pair of white, feathery wings burst out of Eckhart's back.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!" she screamed.
Several people turned around and stared at her. A little girl cried out, "Look, Mommy! A bird-man!"
A crowd began to gather around Eckhart, whispering excitedly. Before long a team of scientists had arrived.
"Amazing!" the head scientist exclaimed. "What an extraordinary discovery! A human being with wings! Whoever would've thought? Of course, she'll be brought in immediately for testing."
At this, the other scientists approached Eckhart. Her face grew pale.
"No!" she yelled. "I won't come with you!"
The head scientist put on his best friendly smile and said, "Don't worry, everything's going to be alright. We're just going to perform a few tests, that's all."
"NO! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" Eckhart instinctively began flapping her wings as hard as she possibly could. She felt her feet leave the ground. The throng of bewildered people below her was getting smaller and smaller. Soon she was soaring miles above the clouds.
She smiled. No one could touch her.
"I AM DIETLINDE ECKHART! I AM GOD! SOON EVERYONE WILL BOW TO ME! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...huh?!"
A large metallic disc had appeared out of nowhere. Numerous grey-skinned, large eyed creatures stared out through a viewport.
Eckhart just hovered there, dumbfounded.
One of the aliens leaned over and said something to another one, who nodded and pushed a button. A red beam of light shot out from the flying saucer and hit Eckhart's wings, disintegrating them.
Eckhart plummeted five hundred trillion feet, landing with a SPLAT in the middle of a very busy highway.
END
I'd like to thank my friend Bethany for giving me the idea for this chapter, as well as all the other great suggestions.
