You almost couldn't believe that flying had helped you so much. It didn't make any sense to you, but it pulled your head back into the world around you. News said Scratch had been kidnapped and escaped from an abandoned warehouse, but he lost his cue ball shard he carried around for good luck. Since Slick had dragged him off, you guessed the cue ball shard was the charm that disabled you. Apparently he had more, because the guy had gotten the shard from breaking his lucky cue ball. You have never hated someone so much in your life.
You and Jade headed to the city's archive to look up family histories when she slipped. Her ear poked out of her headband and you quickly block her from view. Of course, Scratch had been following you, and you only noticed him when you helped Jade to keep her from being found out. As soon as you had helped her up, you noticed Scratch get closer.
You both continue towards the library, only to find that Scratch was still following you two, seeming to find you both interesting. You whisper at a level you know only Jade could hear," Split up, if he starts following you we know he saw." She gives an almost unnoticeable nod before you two walk different ways. Almost immediately you notice Scratch following Jade as she tries to walk off down a shortcut.
You go after them, listening in to what Scratch did. Jade turned around," Why are you following me?" She demanded.
"I think a better question is why you have dog ears."
"Run!" You call over to Jade, catching Scratch's attention. You run, Scratch hot on your heels as you take off down the street. You couldn't seem to shake him and every corner and slow in speed just brought him closer and closer. Then you spotted Jade.
You couldn't let her get caught, but if you tried turning or running it wouldn't work because Scratch would just chase Jade. Scratch had a way with words that he could probably talk himself out of anything you claimed he could be up to, and you knew it. You knew if he caught you your secret would be reveled, but would it give Jade time to escape?
You knew she could see what you were thinking written clear as day across your face. She knew even if she ran now that Scratch would still chase her down. In his eyes she was a new specimen to find, and you couldn't let her face what you did, no matter how strong she thought she was. But maybe you could give her time to get away without being reveled?
You stop in the middle of the street, getting the attention of the officer waiting to drive. "Kid, get out of the road, it isn't safe."
"Help, I'm being chased a creep who attacked me!"
"What?!" The cop hopped out of his car immediately, quickly noticing Scratch. "You mean Scratch? He's harmless, a gentleman even, you must have misunderstood."
"So pinning people to walls isn't bad?"
That got the cop's attention. "He what?"
"He's been stalking me and he pinned me to a wall."
The cop immediately motioned to Scratch to come over. "Have you been stalking this kid?"
"He's the black winged creature." Scratch stated.
"No I'm not."
"Prove it."
You lift your shirt, showing your wing binder. It kept your wings completely covered except the top part, but you your shirt and jacket still had that covered. "This binder is so I can be a guy, Scratch messed up my old one."
"You can't assault people!" The cop was really angry," Especially minors. Just because he's trans doesn't give you an excuse."
"If it's a binder for breasts then why is it tied down the front?"
"Nobody's perfect." You state as you drop your shirt back down.
"You were born male."
"You think so? This binder is really working."
"This isn't adding up." The cop stated," What's your name kid?"
"P. Sherman."
"I know that's not your real name. What's your real name?" You tense up. Scratch was already turning this against you and you just started.
"Dave."
"Wait a minute, you actually sound like the winged kid." And cue you running down the street like a mad man. Unfortunately you were running through an intersection and someone hit you in the side with a car. It didn't take long for owner of said car to step out and oh shit it's English, the one guy who would really recognize you. It didn't even take him two seconds before he had you by the collar, calling someone.
Note to self, never use your real name, ever. Now was a little late for that, but you get the picture. You struggled in his grip, trying to pull free. You slip out of your shirt, feeling a bit exposed, and landed a kick to the back of English's legs. The guy doesn't even fucking wobble, so you spark an ember on his clothes before running down the street. He quickly caught on fire and you dodged into an alleyway with Scratch and the cop running after you. You ran straight towards the wall, bouncing off it over their heads before taking off down the street again. Of course it didn't seem to give you much distance, but it worked enough. You raced down the street, making a turn and tucking into an alley as the two barreled past only for the cop to spot you and turn around.
You bolted down the street jumping car roof to car roof like the majestic stallion you are before hopping off near a bar. It seemed like a perfect place to hide, especially since drunk people might over look you. You ran inside, walking casually. "Hey kid, you need shirt?" You turn around as an oversized shirt is tossed your way. The woman had her hair pinned into a bun by two sticks, motioning for you to come over. "What you doing in my bar kid?"
"I'm running from some people."
"Welcome to the club. Everyone here running from something, but you look a bit young for alcohol, so I suggest another place."
"Please, if I go outside now Scratch will catch me."
"Scratch? You stay right here, kid. Stay as long as you need." The woman went back to mixing a drink for someone.
You felt someone place a hand on your shoulder. "Hey Handmaid! Imma escort this kid out." A voice from right behind you called. You knew that voice. You turn to see the woman who had parade you around town in a parrot cage. Why did this keep happening? You didn't even want to try an ember in this place. Alcohol was everywhere, basically making this place a powder keg ready to blow.
"Hey, someone challenged the Demoness!" A drunk voice yelled. Several of the people around the bar were exchanging bets.
"Going to back that?" Demoness pulled out two sticks from her dress pocket. No, not sticks, they were wands. Light flickered and danced from their tips.
"Bring it on, witch!" Condense growled, charging forward. She was thrown back, cracking the frame she hit. This woman just brushed it off before hopping up again, throwing a knife at the barkeep.
"Run kid!" Demoness yelled over to you as she sent Condense once again flying back. You take no time running out of the back door and down the street. You saw Bro walking out of the grocery store, walking over. It was then that metal clanged down around you, trapping you in a giant metal cage. You heard people clamber around in shock. Bro immediately tried running over, but a military officer guy pushed him back, yelling at him.
A couple lights flick on and before you know it your trying to get as far away from everyone as much as possible. Everything seemed so chaotic and loud, your ears picking up Bro's muffled voice amid the ever moving crowd. "Bro!" You shouted in panic, unable to get close to the edges of your prison to even try melting the metal.
Your metal prison was being approached by someone with a gun. Your heart raced as you backed away. At least Jade had gotten away, at least you had saved her, at least- you notice the look on Bro's face as he seems to say something, but your hearing is now starting to fade as your whole body goes numb. You collapse to the ground, eyes slowly closing as you struggle to stay awake.
You didn't save anyone.
You were just a freak.
You were no hero.