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I appreciate it. I have been writing in the right format but when the thing
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Chapter Three- When to Heed a Call
Flash sat there for a moment contemplating this. He just had to ask. "What's with the get up?" She smiled at him amused "This isn't a get up Flash. My wings are real and the mask well..see for yourself." She leaned in a little closer, not enough to frighten him but close enough he could reach out and touch her. There was an awkward silence and then his hand moved out from the coverlet. He stretched out his hand and trembling he touched her face. He rubbed it along her jaw line and up towards the 'Mask'. He touched the tips of his fingers against and quickly he withdrew his hand. It had felt like .like bone! She sat there silently allowing him to take his time. He reached out again and touched the upper part of her wing. She moved it up and out so he could touch it better. Startled he scooted back breathing hard from fright. "Sorry" he muttered not liking that he was scared and not being able to control it. She smiled at him. "It is all right take your time" Flash took a deep breath and leaned forward again. This time he stroked her wing and let the feathers slide through his fingers. They were soo soft he marveled. "You can move them?" He asked half hoping that this was some weird dream. Hawkgirl nodded. She lifted her wings up and out to there full span and he sat there in wide eyed wonderment. "I can even fly with them." She whispered as though conspiratorially. He laughed at her catching on to her humor. He withdrew his hand and laid it on top of the comforter instead of beneath it. Hawkgirl took this as a good sign; he was beginning to trust her. "Ummm so where am I, and why am I here?" He asked frowning in consternation. Damnit all but he couldn't remember anything at all. Pieces of pictures came at him and he flinched, his head splitting with pain. "Hey take it easy, we don't want you to strain yourself." Hawkgirl touched his arm and he jerked back reflexively. Flash just caught the look of dismay cross her face before she hid it. He bowed his head not looking at her. "Listen maybe you should get some more sleep" she suggested and rising she made her way to the chair she had been sitting in once more. He laid back down again and soon he was asleep. A few hours later he was awakened by something. He lifted his head and looked about the now darkened room. Hawkgirl had fallen asleep on the stuffed chair she had been reading in, her arms hanging limply over the sides. He heard it again. "Come to me." It was but a whisper. Louder it came to him again. "COME TO ME" Flash rose out of the bed in a trance like state and made his way past the sleeping figure of Hawkgirl. He walked seemingly oblivious right out in to the hallway without looking back or around at his surroundings. He made his way unfalteringly down the huge staircase and out the front door. Flash walked barefoot across the cold grass and gravel driveway. He only stopped when he came to the huge black wrought iron fence. Reaching out he touched it. Nothing happened. Pushing as hard as he could still did nothing for him. The gate held firm. The only sign that he was aware of this was the slight frown marring his handsome features. The voice spoke to him. "Leap the wall." Flash looked mechanically to his right where the fence melted into a large stone wall. Running he scattered up the wall with almost no effort and landed on the other side. He did stumble then landing in a crouch his knuckles scraping against the stones as his hands connected with the ground. Blood welled up but he paid it no mind. He quickly mad his way down the street dashing in and out of the shadows.
Chapter Three- When to Heed a Call
Flash sat there for a moment contemplating this. He just had to ask. "What's with the get up?" She smiled at him amused "This isn't a get up Flash. My wings are real and the mask well..see for yourself." She leaned in a little closer, not enough to frighten him but close enough he could reach out and touch her. There was an awkward silence and then his hand moved out from the coverlet. He stretched out his hand and trembling he touched her face. He rubbed it along her jaw line and up towards the 'Mask'. He touched the tips of his fingers against and quickly he withdrew his hand. It had felt like .like bone! She sat there silently allowing him to take his time. He reached out again and touched the upper part of her wing. She moved it up and out so he could touch it better. Startled he scooted back breathing hard from fright. "Sorry" he muttered not liking that he was scared and not being able to control it. She smiled at him. "It is all right take your time" Flash took a deep breath and leaned forward again. This time he stroked her wing and let the feathers slide through his fingers. They were soo soft he marveled. "You can move them?" He asked half hoping that this was some weird dream. Hawkgirl nodded. She lifted her wings up and out to there full span and he sat there in wide eyed wonderment. "I can even fly with them." She whispered as though conspiratorially. He laughed at her catching on to her humor. He withdrew his hand and laid it on top of the comforter instead of beneath it. Hawkgirl took this as a good sign; he was beginning to trust her. "Ummm so where am I, and why am I here?" He asked frowning in consternation. Damnit all but he couldn't remember anything at all. Pieces of pictures came at him and he flinched, his head splitting with pain. "Hey take it easy, we don't want you to strain yourself." Hawkgirl touched his arm and he jerked back reflexively. Flash just caught the look of dismay cross her face before she hid it. He bowed his head not looking at her. "Listen maybe you should get some more sleep" she suggested and rising she made her way to the chair she had been sitting in once more. He laid back down again and soon he was asleep. A few hours later he was awakened by something. He lifted his head and looked about the now darkened room. Hawkgirl had fallen asleep on the stuffed chair she had been reading in, her arms hanging limply over the sides. He heard it again. "Come to me." It was but a whisper. Louder it came to him again. "COME TO ME" Flash rose out of the bed in a trance like state and made his way past the sleeping figure of Hawkgirl. He walked seemingly oblivious right out in to the hallway without looking back or around at his surroundings. He made his way unfalteringly down the huge staircase and out the front door. Flash walked barefoot across the cold grass and gravel driveway. He only stopped when he came to the huge black wrought iron fence. Reaching out he touched it. Nothing happened. Pushing as hard as he could still did nothing for him. The gate held firm. The only sign that he was aware of this was the slight frown marring his handsome features. The voice spoke to him. "Leap the wall." Flash looked mechanically to his right where the fence melted into a large stone wall. Running he scattered up the wall with almost no effort and landed on the other side. He did stumble then landing in a crouch his knuckles scraping against the stones as his hands connected with the ground. Blood welled up but he paid it no mind. He quickly mad his way down the street dashing in and out of the shadows.
