Tuesday, the hardest day of the week to wake up on, knowing you were past Monday was relieving, but once you realized you were still far away from Friday seemed to physically hurt. It was a normal day, as normal as it gets having an ancient entity taking residence in your very being. I wasn't worried about that though, I was mainly worried as to how Cassie would react considering how aggressive Ashley had been yesterday.
I noticed Cassie seemed reluctant to talk to me during our classes and lunch. The puppeteers Ashley and Gwen were definitely doing a good job controlling her. Dumbnuts was really laying off of me and Bradley, which was very odd. It seemed as though there wasn't a day that would past without one insult or one glare. I wasn't complaining. Tuesday, was dead and gone within the 8 hours of school.
Wednesday, also known as Humpday was always bringing hope to people who sometimes couldn't finish out the week. Giving them the confidence and strength to continue on. Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it. Early in the morning before classes Bradley and I were sitting at our regular table and talking.
"Don't you think it's odd, that I've never seen your dad?" I said, "Or your mother?"
"I've never seen your parents, we normally meet in neutral places," Bradley said matter of factly as he took a swig from his water bottle.
"What do you think about Dumbnuts laying off of us?" I asked him as he nodded intently.
"I enjoy the quiet. It's also very peculiar. The last time this happened he was ill from influenza,"
"You know Bradley, most people just call it the flu,"
"That doesn't matter, what matters is that he's up to something and we should be prepared for whatever that is… Whenever it pops up in our faces" I nodded determined with his tactic of 'we'll cross that bridge when we come to it'. Bradley raised his eyebrows suddenly. "Oh, look who's free from her shackles," he said as I turned around and noticed Cassie.
"Hey, you guys what's up?" she asked as she sat down at the table.
"Nothing much, where have you been at?" I asked casually, even though I knew the answer.
"Been hanging out with Ashley and Gwen's group of girls," she smiled wide, "They're actually pretty awesome, they were intimidating at first, but now they're not so bad,"
"Good, that most likely means you're officially welcome to the district and the kids within it," Bradley said
"I won't stop visiting with you guys though, maybe every morning I'll come over here to chit chat,"
"That sounds absolutely lovely," She grinned and the bell rang,
"I'll see you guys around," she said as we all went our separate ways, I wasn't supposed to be near her, so I took a different route to English.
Soon enough Wednesday was over, and then it was Thursday a day to be thrilled about, Friday was just around the corner. In a way, Thursday was just a second Friday, people acted as they would on Friday, on a Thursday. It was the pre-hype to a glorious Friday, where we were all released from the shackles of school unless some stupid teacher assigned us over the weekend homework
Cassie never did stick to her word about chit chatting in the morning and was ushered by Ashley and Gwen's group. It was another day where she didn't talk to me or Bradley. What I thought could be another friend, was only just an illusion, something I longed for, held just high enough where I couldn't reach it. Every afternoon, after school, I always thought I could see that blonde hair waving in the wind out of the corner of my eye, it's most likely an illusion, missing her in reality, so my brain makes her up. How gullible I could be.
Friday, oh fucking Friday was here. There's always a certain energy in the air, a certain hop in everyone's step when it's Friday. The air smells fresher, the people seem happier, it's all wonderful, every ounce of it.
I waltzed into the school with a certain happiness that's only achieved once a week. I sat down at Bradley and I's table and waited for him to show up. I had gotten carried away and woke up too early, so there were only one or two people in the common area.
"Hey," I small voice, similar to that of a cupcake spoke up behind me. I turned around knowing exactly who it was.
"Hey, what's up?" I wanted to say stranger, but the look of sadness on her face was enough to make me cry if I was fully human. She sat down next to me and I could tell her body leaned towards me as if she couldn't hold herself up. She looked around warily and noted to herself. Then her full weight leaned against me and her face burrowed into my shoulder.
"Why dew ne noove?" she spoke in my shirt.
"What?" I said as she lifted her head.
"Why do people move?" I could see in her eyes that tears were starting to well. I was lost for words, I never had to move before, not even when I was little.
"To… discover, maybe hide from something… to run from something. Or maybe to run to something, head on." She nodded and sniffed.
"I'm sorry for not talking to you and Bradley lately. Honestly, I'd rather be with you guys, then Ashley and Gwen's group,"
"Do you know why they force you to be around them?" I asked even though I knew the reason, as she shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't know, I think they're hoarding me from exploring other groups, they're greedy with having me around," she laughed a little, "Ugh, I hate being wanted," then she laughed a little more until it disappeared. "Besides, with you and Bradley around, you both kinda chase off Darren," Darren? Who the hell is he?
"Who's he?" I asked as she looked at me and grinned.
"You really don't know his real name?" I gave her a confused look as she laughed, "Dumbnuts, you and Bradley chase off Dumbnuts," Oh, ok. "I don't know what it is about you, but he steers clear of the both of you. Do you know why?" I shrugged my shoulders
"I'm not sure, maybe it's because I'm intimidating," she laughed at that,
"Yeah, you and your pale skin, and 'bulging muscles', he better be scared of the competition," she said sarcastically, I grinned at that.
"Seriously, though," I said, "Is he bothering you? I can get him to stop," Permanently.
"Nah, I'll just hang out with you guys from now on, Ashley and Gwen, mainly Ashley, can't force me no more," she sighed, "He hangs out around that group of girls like a shark around chum, we're just pieces of meat." she said with a pause, "That's just what it seems like." We both paused as the conversation was nearing an end as more kids started to filter through the doors.
"What would you do… " I started, was this really a good idea? "If someone you knew was hiding a huge secret, a colossal one," Nice sneak in of a pun there, "That affected everyone around them, what would you do?"
"It depends if they were murdering people for giggles, then yes I would have a problem, but if they were killing people defending themselves, heck. I'd join in." she looked me in the eye, "You aren't murdering people for sport are you?" I laughed,
"No, trust me-"
"Hey, you guys," Bradley said as he walked over,
"When you hang out with people like Bradley, you gain a lot of patience," she laughed; Bradley looked a bit offended.
"Is there something you don't like about me? Shall we go our separate ways?" Bradley said dramatically,
"Bravo, bravo, it's all in good nature friend," I said as he sat down. "Speaking of bravo's when's the next play? What's your part in this one?"
"Bradley, is in the Drama Club?" Cassie asked as I nodded,
"Yeah, he has been since Middle School,"
"Fiddler on the Roof, sadly, I will not be playing Tevye, I'm not sure when it will be either,"
"I'll keep an eye out," I said as the bell rang, "Well, Cassie and I will see you later at lunch," I said as Bradley walked his separate way and Cassie and I headed off to English.
The rest of the day was a boring old school day, although lunch was more interesting. Getting evil glares from the popular girls, and even Dumbnuts. Golly, I just love it when the whole school is against me. The Friday, flew by so quickly that I was leaving the school a little later, to make up a test that I nearly failed… fucking math I swear. I had texted my parents letting them know I would be a little late. I was coming down the stairs of the school into the common area and noticed Cassie head deep into a book. There was no one around, everyone leaving to enjoy their Friday night. I walked down to Cassie and sat down next to her.
"Hey," I said as she looked up startled to see me, she quickly turned away, wiped her face and closed the book in one fluid motion.
"Hey," she said solemnly. Then neither of us talked… until I knew that something had to be said.
"Something is clearly wrong," I said as she turned her head towards me, her sandy blonde hair covering the sides of her face. "Are you willing to tell?" she took a deep sigh.
"My parents decided to move to this town, Garsbern, what the hell kind of name is that?"
"Sounds like someone made it up on a whim," I said as I turned towards the author and raised my eyebrows.
"I've no clue, why they've moved here, but it's only made my life miserable. Not to mention the arguing that they embark on, constantly, and it's over the stupidest shit ever," She was clearly worked up over this, I've yet to hear her cuss until now. She buried her face in her hands. "It makes me want to run away, to head back to my town, to my friends, to my relatives, to all the people I know and love. Back to New Bethan. God, I miss my friends, it's nothing like this place. We had a group, we had a little posse of people. We didn't care what others thought, we didn't judge each other, no one hoarded each other like property. It seemed normal, yeah you still had your cliques, but that's everywhere. I just miss home," I noticed a tear stream down her cheek and land on the table. "I just want to go home, is that so much to ask?" She pushed her book in front of her and laid her face on the table setting her arms on the table above her head, then started to sob.
Yet, again, I was brought to a situation where I did not know what to do. So, I did the first thing that came to mind. I brought my left arm down on her back and slowly patted her on the back, hoping that would calm her down. After a few moments, it seemed to work and she stopped sobbing and only started sniffing. I removed my hand and sat there thinking of what I could do to make her happy. Then, suddenly, she leaped at me to hold me in a hug.
"Thank you, Jason, for being here for me, when not even my parents could,"
"Sure, anything for a friend," I had just thought of something that could put this friendship in jeopardy, but it would be worth it. "How far is this New Bethan town of yours?"
"It took us two hours to get here, and it's North more, there's no way to justify a trip there with gas prices."
"We'll figure something out," I said as I stood up from the table and offered her my hand. "How do you feel about flying?" I noticed her eyes go a little wide, "Come on let's get going," she took my hand as we both walked outside the school doors, it was already starting to get a little dark. We stood at the entrance for a moment.
"Jason, I gotta tell you some-"
"Well, it's gonna have to wait, he's mine for a moment," Dumbnuts said as he and two other of his goons showed up at the side of the school where it was a pure brick wall.
"What for?" I asked as I stepped forward to him and I noticed he wanted to step back, but he ignored his instinct. His mistake I suppose. My eyes started to turn orange, I could feel the lovely burning sensation of rage fill my very being.
"It's about time you told the truth, so I'll let you say it willingly or I'll force you to show what you've been hiding this whole week," he said as I could feel Cassie's shock and curiosity stare at my back. I had two clear choices, show myself, or play dumb for as long as possible.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I already fessed up about my Google Docs," he seemed to stomp his foot and snort like a bull at that comment. With his muscular build from the football team, it was no joke to compare him to the size of a bull. A blonde headed bull, what would a bull look like if it was blonde? I don't think I've ever seen one…
"Fine, don't say I didn't give you a choice," he said as he looked at his two goons and nodded his head, then they came rushing forward at me and I noticed Cassie step back and Dumbnuts hand was on her shoulder, making sure she would watch. They came at me, and I went straight for the first one's groin, which he took head on and collapsed to the ground on his knees. I raised my fists to the second one, who raised his as well.
"You really think you want to get hurt for this buffoon," I asked as he swung at my head, but I dodged to the right, missing his attack and I went for a lower gut punch, which made part contact, until the first goon, came charging at me and pushed me against the brick wall, holding my hands behind my back, with my face digging into the wall. Both of the goons took one of my arms and held me still in front of the wall.
"I'm feeling generous today, so I'm going to give you one more chance," he said as he fiddled with something in his pocket. What was he going to do?
"I still have no clue what you're talking about," I said with confidence, as Dumbnuts pulled out a knife, a larger hunting knife, not a knife that you would find at a normal supermarket, that's for sure.
"Let's see how good my aim is," he said as he held the knife in throwing position "just below the ribs," he murmured as the knife flew through the air seconds after, spinning over and over, until, I felt the knife land itself into me just below the ribs, into my diaphragm. I could feel the blood starting to seep out of the wound and soak my shirt. The two goons let me go and the shock on Cassie's face was painful to look at. I couldn't breathe for the time being which wasn't necessary, to begin with, but I was gasping for air. I took hold of the knife and slowly pulled it out of my muscle, I dropped it to the ground with a little clash as it hit the blacktop. There was a gaping hole that was filling with black ichor, or black blood, whatever you wanted to call it. The hole in my gut was starting to patch itself up and I could breathe again. I took a deep breath of air to fill my lungs again. There was the look of disappointment and betrayal on Cassie's face.
"Jason," she said as Dumbnuts was grinning like a clown, "I knew you could change but, I didn't know… " she trailed off… Knew I could change?
"What do you mean… " I was catching my breath "You knew I could change? Who told you?" I asked, my alliance with Ashley and Gwen was no longer a worry.
"No one told me, I noticed you… " she paused again out of disbelief. "In the field," I fell to my knees defeated and I noticed Dumbnuts and his two goons walk away victorious.
What does she think of me now? Does she think I'm a monster? Will I ever be able to make friends? What will Dumbnuts do next? You've disappointed her, you've disappointed your family, you're a failure. You could never keep a friend unless it was Bradley. Why couldn't you be normal, why am I stuck with this curse, why am I like this? Why can I never win? Why was I born a monster?...
"Jason?" she said cautiously as she took a step towards me, "Are you ok?" Am I ok? I wasn't even sure.
"What about you?" I asked "What does this change? Will you look at me with fear? Or disgust? Maybe not look at me at all?" I stood up "I want to know if you're ok," we both stood there. I put my hands in my pocket and I noticed her flinch. I felt a tinge of anger. "So, that's how it's going to be?" her head looked straight towards the ground. A vehicle drove to the side of the curb.
"My parents must be here to pick me up," she turned around to walk towards the vehicle and then before she opened the door. "Goodbye," she said quietly, then she hopped in the vehicle and drove off to home.
It was too good to be true. It was over. It was done. I give up, in fact, I don't want any more friends, not even Bradley, he has potential to hang out with better people, but it's me holding him back, no one wants to hang out with a monster's friend… Then I just stood there, staring at the sidewalk as the sun got lower and lower on the horizon. I didn't leave my daze until another vehicle pulled up to the curb. Must have been my parents, I looked up and noticed it was a pick-up truck with a topper on. It was most definitely not my parent's vehicle. There was discomfort in my hands and I looked at my sigils and noticed they were glowing bright blue in the dim light. I shoved them into my pockets as two grown men came over to me.
"Good evening good sirs," I said as politely as I could, "May I ask what it is you're here for?" They both towered above me. I needed an escape plan, think! Fight or flight response? I tried to quickly put my hands together in a prayer fashion, but one of the guys grabbed one arm and the other grabbed my other arm. I firmly planted my feet in front of me to stop them from dragging me to the vehicle, but they simply just picked me up off the ground. "Wow, you guys are strong," I said as they continued to carry me to the back of the pickup. "Should've had more food today, you wouldn't be lifting me like this if I would've had one more bag of Doritos," One of the guys used his other hand to open the back of the truck. Alright, enough was enough, now was the time to struggle.
I kicked my feet out as if I was swinging on a swing set, which caught both of them off guard and their grip loosened on me. So, I used that momentum to swing again, causing both of them to lose their grip on me. My feet were back on the ground, now my next course of action was to run. I took off back to where I was, I could hear one of the men's footsteps behind me. There was no time to change into a colossus, so once I reached the wall of the school I turned around to face them head-on as a human.
Why the hell bother me now? Out of all times, why now? I started to get angry, my eyes turned orange and I could feel the strength and stamina of Dormin in my being. The first man grabbed my shoulders, so I grabbed his shoulders in turn. The look of shock on his face was wonderful. Then, I grabbed one of his arms, leaned into his hips, I bent over, then squatted and then lifted him up off the ground. Even though the man probably weighed twice the size of me, he was in the air. I threw him to the ground and successfully knocked the wind out of him. The other man was at the truck, staring towards me.
Then, I could feel everything start to become faded as though I was dreaming. I looked at the man on the ground and he sat and stared at me unmoving. My eyes turned back to normal as my knees got wobbly. I noticed a pain in my left arm and I looked and noticed a little tranq dart poking out, feathers and all. I grabbed ahold of it and pulled it out of my skin and crushed it with my bare hands; letting it go listening to the glass tick on the concrete. I hadn't fallen asleep right away, so they must be using some low-grade tranqs, but if these would make me drowsy, then they must be high grade compared to normal people.
I finally fell to my knees, and both of the men seemed to charge towards me, they grabbed both of my arms again, and hauled me towards the truck again, this time slamming my head onto the tailgate.
"Are we really going to need to syringe him?" one of the men asked
"Yeah, it's not like he can die, besides this will make sure he's actually knocked out."
"Alright," A few moments later I could feel one of them poking at the veins in my neck, then the syringe went in, and it must have been a large syringe because it felt uncomfortable. "There, should do for the trip, but considering how elephant tranqs only tired him, this will only last 30 mins at the most, maybe an hour if we're lucky, or considering how late it is, he might be out until morning,"
"What does it matter? The job is halfway done, the hardest part is over, help me lift him-"
I closed my eyes and that was it, darkness was all I noticed and heard.
There were 2 chickadees, 3 morning doves, and 3… no 4 cardinals calling out to each other throughout the trees that were above my head. I opened my eyes and noticed I was still in the back of the pickup, my arms stretched out with my hands tied to the sides in chains, so I couldn't change. I could feel the phone in my pocket was gone. This wasn't looking very good… for whoever did this. The woods were gorgeous this time of year, the trees were just starting to blossom, it was a bad time of year for people who had allergies though. I couldn't get allergies, then again I couldn't die either. The back of the truck was open and there was a man sitting in a camping chair watching me. He had light brown hair, military cut, but from the sight of the man, he didn't give me military vibes, ex-military maybe. He definitely reeked of evil. He had a clean-shaven face and wore a red and black plaid shirt with a tank top underneath that. The way he looked at me, it was a very punchable face, or squishable, whichever came first.
"Can I trust that you won't act on impulse?" he asked me, his voice rather smooth for the build of a man he was, he had to weigh at least 200 pounds if not more in pure muscle. Definitely ex-military.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, obviously suspicious of anyone who would go as far as to kidnap me.
"If I let your arms rest, you won't change into a creature and kill me right away," he paused "That wouldn't be very fair of you to do that, or fun for that matter,"
"Fair?" I asked as my eyes turned orange "You want to talk about fair? Meet me face to face next time like a man, and maybe I would go easy on you,"
"Well, you didn't go easy on my two men who came to retrieve you at school, save a week ago,"
"You sent them?" he nodded "Out of all people. What do you want me for anyway?" he seemed to perk up at this.
"You can obviously change into these monsters, and not die. So, I want to know who, what, when, where, why, and how you can do all of these things. I suppose the quickest way would be to introduce ourselves. Jason, I am Allen, your new enemy," He's way too cocky. "Now first things first," he looked to the sides and nodded. The two men who had captured me used their keys to unlock my arms from the truck. I scooched forward to sit on the edge of the tailgate, face to face with, well, my enemy, Allen. What a quirky name. He nodded again and one of the men brought the Forbidden Sword to this man. My hands felt as though thousands of cleavers were cutting into them, I tried ignoring the pain and playing it off, but he could read right through me.
"This hurts you, being near this holy object, doesn't it? I can see it written all over your face," then he stared at my hands which were glowing immensely, "Let me see your hands," he said as he forcefully grabbed one of my hands. "Some type of symbol, interesting. Now enough gawking, I believe to truly understand what it feels like, I need to acquire some power," he stared at the sword that glowed with a blue veil. "So," he said as he stabbed the sword into the ground, "Come and kill me," I looked at him questioningly.
"What?"
"Change into a monster, so I can kill you and take your powers for myself," I laughed a little,
"That's not how it works,"
"How does it then, are you willing to become an ally to your enemy," I snorted through my nose and put my hands together. Fine, I'll just kill him then.
Valus, The Minotaur.
I was a giant humanoid beast that stood at 72 ft tall, double the height of a telephone pole. 33 ft long (counting the hammer that I held out in front of me), longer than a London bus by 5 feet, and 39 ft wide. I held a giant hammer in my right hand. My arms and legs were covered in stone like leggings and armors that bulged above skin level. My feet were round, similar to hooves. I had three stone lines on my chest that would almost seem to be holding the platforms that were on my back. I had one large platform on my lower back and two separate ones on my upper back. My back, my head, my shoulders and chest, and the back of my left leg is covered with a dark tan colored fur. My stone spine stuck out on the top of my back, near my shoulders. The back of my left foot was also covered in fur and was a vulnerable spot, where if struck I would fall to my knees. My face was in stone and held the formation of a long snout down my face with eyes at either side of the snout. I also had two very small, round, stone horns coming from my head. My only sigil was on top of my head. My feet were large enough to squash a car and my hammer, large enough to destroy a building.
I stood over the trees, which actually made it a tad difficult to see the man, luckily the forest was scarce of leaves since they were just starting to sprout. He ran towards my feet around the trees. I stomped my left foot then my right and did this back and forth until I stopped it see if he was squashed. There were a few trees that were knocked to the ground after this. I took a step forward, knocking down a tree in the process, then I felt a piercing pain in my back left heel. I leaned forward a bit, then another stab of pain, and then I was brought to the ground, eliminating a lot of trees in the process. I slammed my left fist into the ground, with a giant shake of the earth.
He had to be climbing onto my platform. I got back up on my feet and I could feel the man climbing between platforms. I started to shake like crazy until I felt him release. I turned around and noticed him on the forest floor. I took my hammer and raised it over my head. Then, it quickly came down and crashed into several trees, hitting the ground and shaking the earth with it. I swept my hammer to the right, eliminating the truck, crashing it into a tree. The man repeated his tactic, but I repeated my tactic too, with a different outcome. He had managed to hang on this time. I started to get dizzy and stopped, I could feel him crawling on the top of my shoulders and heading towards my head. Then, I felt blank, I had felt this feeling before, not too long ago. I involuntarily started walking forward ignoring the ultimate death on my back.
No. I thought, No, not now. The colossus's instinct was taking over, and Valus just happened to not be the brightest. An overwhelming force of pain from my head came about, the man had stabbed us once in the head and ichor was starting to gush out in a huge geyser-like stream, so hot it nearly evaporated once it hit the air, leaving no trace that there had been a massacre. Another stab and another flash of pain. Finally, after mentally struggling to gain control of the Colossus, I regained power again. I took my left free hand and tried squishing the man on my head, but he moved to one of my platforms before my hand collided with my head. Then, after ditching that fact, he ran up to my head again. I started to shake and wasn't going to stop shaking until he was off. But he hung on until I got so dizzy it felt as though I was going to tip over, which wouldn't do me any good. So, I stopped shaking and the man got another stab in on my head. One more stab and this would be the end of me… Actually, I don't know what would happen after this. This has never happened, it should never happen. It will happen. I leaned forward and quickly flung my head back, only giving the man whiplash. I had nothing left up my sleeve. Then the final stab, the final gush of blood flowing from my head. I dropped my hammer and the whole forest seemed to shake and tremble with fear. Then I fell to my knees, and then finally collapsed completely when I blacked out.
I moved my toes, then my fingers, I tried my legs, then my arms. I took a deep breath. Then I opened my eyes. I felt strange, not right, as though a limb was missing from me. Valus was missing. Lucky for my human self, I suppose. The man, what was his name? Allen, who had slain the colossus was sitting in front of me again, he seemed to be willing, for an enemy, to explain things.
"What happened?" I asked him as he leaned forward in the chair, eyes glistening with glee.
"I killed you," he said slowly "Or at least I thought, we were both passed out, my two friends noticed us. They said black tendrils came out of the colossus that was covered in a black mist, then as the tendrils, were absorbed into me, you were left as a human again." I slowly blinked, I suppose an indirect way to say thanks for actually filling me in, even though you need to die. "You're welcome, what kind of villain would I be if I didn't give myself a challenge by informing my enemy, so they can at least keep up. Now, the reason why you're not tied up is that I've heard from other sources that there are other beasts to be slain," he stood up from his chair. "And I intend to kill each one," Then he smiled a sadistic grin, "Show me the next one," I looked at the warehouse. "Don't worry about the building," he said with a hand wave. "It's not mine anyway," I grinned at that.
"You truly are evil," I said as I put my hands together.
Valus, the Minotaur… Nothing. Alright, now that I've tested that, time for the plan to follow through.
Phalanx, the Trail Drifter.
My body was immediately consumed in mist, and since this colossus could fly I was floated up about halfway to the top of the warehouse, the rest of the Colossus was forming underground, then finally when the mist faded I was gaining altitude so quickly that I tore through the metal roofing of the warehouse and a couple hundred feet after that into the sky. I had caught Allen's face before I flew through the warehouse and it was a look of pure shock with some awe and admiration. I couldn't blame him, I was quite the sight to see.
Phalanx… not the greek army formation, but the Colossus, was the largest of them all. 656 feet long, the warehouse was puny compared to me. If I was flying vertically I would be 50 some feet taller than the Space Needle in Washington state. I was 230 feet wide, with my fins at full length. My wingspan is smaller than the height of the Statue of Liberty. 82 feet tall, while flying, from the bottom of my air sacks to the top of the tallest spike on my back. I was a giant serpent of the skies. My nose is in the shape of a giant spear and I also have 3 eyes, two on my left side of my face one eye is lower and diagonal from the other. I only have one eye on my right side, the bottom eye was scratched out by something. I have four large fins that are grooved on the top. There are two on each side and help me steer while flying. I also have a few smaller fins located in the midsection of my body, they were mainly for looks if you ask me. Then, I have a couple unmoving fins on my rear end. I have three sigils. One is near the head, the other is on my midsection and the last is near the rear. I have flaps of stone that I can raise and lower to protect those weak points, but it's difficult since I need them open to fly. Not only could I fly, but I could burrow under the ground as well, although I needed a ton of space to do that, and there was no need to at the moment. I had three air sacks, one was largest and near my head, the other was in my midsection and the last was on my rear. Some colossi had the power to create energized attacks, but I used that energy to control my altitude by deflating or inflating the sacks whenever was convenient. Now, I needed all the altitude and distance to get away from that psychotic man.
Soon the warehouse was a speck and I noticed we weren't far from the woods we had battled in earlier. As I floated through the sky, making sudden purr-like noises and adjusting my fins properly, I noticed a road nearby, a main road, that looked like it lead back to town. I focused my mind on becoming a human and the mist started to erase Phalanx from the sky and I turned back into a human, hurtling towards the earth at high speeds. When the trees, finally caught me, each branch seemed to hurt more than the last, until I was abruptly tossed to the ground. It seemed like the pain of this fall hurt a little more than normal. Yes, I have turned into Avion and flown really high, just to fall as a human. Did my parents agree? No, but I did it anyway and lived, I always felt pain afterwards, but immediately would go away, this time it lingered, for a few milliseconds, but after getting stabbed, shot at (don't ask), and falling from heights, you start to catch on to what hurts more, and how long it hurts, so when something changes you notice it. I needed to push that aside, now that Allen knows that I've taken off, he'll be out looking for a giant sky serpent through the sky, or searching these woods. I took off running towards the road if I could find the road I could find my way home. My parents needed to know about this one. I'm sure they were already worried as is since I didn't come home last night. How long has it been anyway? It feels like morning again. Weird. I needed to look at my grandpa's books too, maybe they would have some answers.
The worst part was when Allen was talking with his hand gestures, I noticed something on his hands… the sigils. Damn this next week, just got a whole hell of a lot busier. I have this project due in history and not to mention the report due in English, then to add this on top of it…