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HEY!!!!!!!!
I am SOOOOO sorry that I took so long but I had a serious case of
writers block and didn't want to post a junky chapter when I really
wanted to do a good one. SO, here you go. The next chapter in my
story. Tell me if you like it.
Chapter 9
Flashback.
I try to open my eyes but the light is searing my retinas. I crack one open and see a needle aimed at my arm. I try to pull away but I can't move. I knew they would sedate me but I tried anyway. I hated this, I hated them.
The needle pierced the skin and I cringed. The needle was pulled out and I was wheeled on my gurney to a double paned bullet proof glass room the size of a normal house only littered with obstacles.
the door on closest to me opens and they wheel the boy into the room. I feel like I'm about to cry. I can't do this. Not again. I feel the heat rushing through my veins and I can't help but feel the anger and hate burst into my thoughts. "I bet he thinks he is better than me because he won't fight me. He just stands there and takes it. Baby maybe he should go back to the nursery where he belongs." I shake my head trying to rid myself of these thoughts. I look away from him as they set us on the floor to allow the sedative to wear off.
When the sedative wears off we both stand and stretch for a minute trying to shake loose the cramps it left you with. I glance at the boy. His wings are a beautiful shade of creamy brown. But then I look harder and see the the ugliness I left him with. His right wing has a few feathers missing, nothing important though. His left is scarred and hanging awkwardly from our last session. I clamp my lids shut and cringe from the guilt. "Attack him." The doctor says from behind the glass. "No." "3B914 I said attack subject 1A652." "No." My body is now shaking from the restraint. The boy looks at me with something like hope. "I can't. I won't. Not him." I turn towards the glass wall. The anger, hate, resentment, shaking my whole body. "You." I lung and the glass breaks from the impact. There are screams and pain and then all around me there is air. I look back at the building and see a lone figure flying in the sky other than me. His outline flying in the direct opposite direction of me. I think to follow him but figure that wouldn't be right. I turn away from him and head for Utah. The safe house.
As I fly I make an oath to myself that I will never hurt another innocent being again. I swore it.
End Flashback.
He flew in the opposite direction that I did when we broke out so I decided to check all news papers for the East coast. I was in the library for a whole day with nothing to show for it. I returned to the park that night and slept in my tree. I went back to the library for two days before I found anything. There was an article about a year before about a man who had taken a picture with his phone of a flying boy around Belleville New York. I decided it was as good a place to start looking as any. I grabbed my pack and ducked behind the building. I did a quick 360 and took off so that nobody would see me. I flew north and stopped at Virginia for the night. I would continue straight on to New York in the morning. I walked up to the guy at the counter, He looked about 18 or 19, and smiled. "I need one room for the night please." I said as I pulled out my mother's credit card.
"Okay, is there anything else?" He asked as he handed me the cards. "No thank you." I said and turned to go to my room.
I got to my room and scoped out the room before letting myself relax. I decided it was safe but locked the door and windows to be safe. I grabbed some new clothes and took a shower. Letting the warm water wash all my sweat and worry down the drain. I soaped up my hair and let the shampoo run down my individual feathers. It felt SO good. She loved having long showers.
She slept good that night and woke up just in time to check out. I walked around back and took off on my final leg of the journey. I flew all day and finally arrived in a small town called Nutley a little ways off from Belleville. I stayed another hotel and decided to wait and rest tomorrow before going off to find the boy.
I ate in my hotel and watched TV all day the next day. Trying to drown out my thoughts and feelings in mindless television. I watched five and a half hours of Spongebob and The rest of the day watching the movie channel. I fell asleep watching Law and Order and eating potato chips. I woke up to a woman screaming and running away from a horribly CGI'd Spider. I almost laughed at the stupidity.
I decided that I wouldn't start in Belleville but in a neighboring town called Bloomfield. I figured that he wouldn't stay in the place he was spotted but move a ways away so he could still be in Belleville without being seen. I didn't fell like flying after the passed couple weeks and so I would walk to Bloomfield.
I checked out stores for new clothes as I walked down Tappan Avenue. I check the news stands for anything related to strange sightings but turn up empty. I check out some libraries for the same but I realize that could take days and so I decided that after spending seven hours walking around it's time to go back to my hotel. It's dusk so I figure it's safe to fly. I wandered behind a tall building and looked around to make sure it was safe and then took a running take off. I flew to my hotel and grabbed a couple burritos from my little refrigerator and nuked them. I was starving so I ate the burritos and fell asleep.
When I woke up I took a bus to Bellville and checked out the library again. I found a reference and walked over to the desk. "Hi, I was hoping maybe you could help me find something." I said to the twenty-ish boy who looked like he hated his life. His name tag read (:Andrew:). "Sure, what're you looking for?" He asked and took the reference from me. I waited as he looked through a filing cabinet and then a desk. He came back and handed me a slip of paper. "It will probably be on the second or third shelf down. Don't forget to put it back when you're done." He said returning to a magazine he had been reading.
I walked to the back of the library to the newspaper section and filed through until I found it. I took it out and set it on a reading table. I flipped through until I found the reference I had been looking for. The headline read:
Local man sees flying boy.
We always hear of crack pots trying to get a buck for nothing but yesterday a man by the name of Dean Bean Caught photos of a boy with wings. Who is this boy? Where is he from? Why does he have wings? Is there no explanation? I went searching for answers and turned up with nothing. I hope to one day find the reason this boy has wings but I doubt I ever will. He hasn't been spotted since and nobody got a good look at his face. We put here the most visible photo of the boy. If you recognize or get a good photo of him give us a call at 555-575-3590. We leave it up to you to get the truth.
I read the article and decided to find this man with the really strange name. I returned the newspaper and thanked the guy at the desk giving him a rather impressive smile if I do say so myself. He looked confused for a second and then smiled back at me. It looked sincere. I smiled again and walked out. I walked to a near by internet Cafe' and went to . I had to pay so I took another patrons credit card and used it and then put it back. It was only like 5 bucks. I looked through the listings and found two men with the name Dean Bean. Really?
I wrote the addresses down
and left tossing a five dollar bill on the ground next to the guy
who's credit card I used. He began to say something so I began to jog
down the street. I got on the subway and headed to wards the first
address. The first man was no man but a boy of six, Poor kid.
And
so I followed some directions to the second address given to me by a
police officer who gave me the hebee-jeebies. I got to the man's
house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered so I knocked again. A
woman answered the door and when I asked for Dean she asked me to
come in and offered me lemonade. I took it thankfully, forgetting
that I hadn't eaten all day I was about to tear her hand off to get
it. She sat me in their small but cozy living room and said he would
be there in a minute. I waited uncomfortably. I don't like small
spaces no matter how cozy they are. He walked in a moment later and I
sized him up. He was tall and lean but he had a kind face. He had
black hair and icy blue eyes. He sat across from me and asked what my
business was.
"I was hoping you could give me some information about a boy you notified the news paper about."
"The boy with wings?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought everyone forgot about that."
"Actually you
would be amazed the research I had to do to find it. I need to know
where you saw him and which direction he was headed in."
I
was leaning forward and almost twitching I was so close to finding
him!
"No." I reeled. "What?!"
He sat
back and crossed his arms. "No. Not until you tell me what this
is all about." I wanted to wring his neck. I had come so far and
lost so much and all I wanted to know was a little bit of info about
a boy he saw. I stood up and took off my jacket. I glanced at the
walls and stretched my wings out. They both leaned back and gasped. I
put my hands on my hips and repeated. "I need to know where you
saw him and which direction he was headed in." They both sat
there stunned for a minute. I leaned forward and snapped my fingers
in front of them.
They looked at each other and then back at me. "They were real." He whispered. 'Yes and I need to find him so he can help me. Will you tell me?" I asked holding out my hand to shake. He shakily took it and we shook hands. I pulled him onto his feet and asked his wife to get a map. She brought it forward and I pulled my wings in. He looked like he wanted to protest but thought better of it when I lifted my arms to put my hair back. My muscles flexed under my skin and they were, not to toot my own horn BUT, impressive to say the least. He pointed to a place just south of. Nutley and said that he remembered seeing him flying towards the South. I could see that from the placing of the sun in the picture. It didn't look like city but he told me he was on a roof and his wife rubbed his back. I assume there was a story behind that but I was so excited about my lead that I didn't care. I thanked them and turned to get my jacket.
"Wait. Who are you?" He asked I thought back to that fateful night when I was first discovered and said one word. "Siren." I plucked a feather and gave it to him as a token.
I walked to the door and left.
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By the way incase you aren't aware. I messed up and put in here that she had a brother in the beginning but she doesn't. SO don't be wondering what happened to the brother and if he just ended up living at Ryan's house. Although that would make an interesting branch off story. Hmmmmm.
