The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. Take right now for instance.Run! Come on, run! You know you can do it!
I gulped deep lungfuls of air. My brain was on hyperdrive, i was racing for my life. My one goal was to escape. Nothing else mattered.
My arms being cut to ribbons by the brair I just ran threw? No biggie.
My bare feet scraping against every sharp rock, rough root and pointed stick? Not a problem.
My lungs burning and in desparate need of air? I could deal.
As long as i put as much distance as i could between me and the hybrids.
Yeah, the hybrids: half-men, half-wolf, usually armed, always bloodthirsty. Right now they were after me.
See? That snaps everything else into perspective.
Run! You're faster than they are! You can out run all the normals!
I'd never been this far away from the School, i was totally lost. Still, my arms pumped by my side, my feet crashed through the underbush, my eyes scanned ahead anxiously through the half-light. I could out run them. I could find a clearing, with enough space for me to--
Oh no! Oh no!
The unearthly baying of bloodhounds on the scent whailed threw the trees, and I felt sick. I could out run men and hybrids no problemo.
No way could i out run a big dog.
Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.
I glanced around i was ahead but the dogs were getting closer. Dim light filtered in threw the woods infront of me-a clearing? Please, please...A clearing could save me.
I burst threw the trees, chest heaving, a thin sheen of cold sweat on my pale skin.
Yes!
Oh no! Shit!
I skidded to a halt, my arms waving, my feet backpedaling in the rocky dirt.
It wasn't a clearing. Infront of me was a cliff, a sheared face of a rock that dropped to an unseeable floor hundreds of feet below.
In the back of me were woods filled with drooling bloodhounds and psycho Hybrids with guns.
Both options stank.
The dogs were yelping exitedly-they found there pray. Moi.
There was no choice, really. If you were us, you'd have done the same thing.

I closed my eyes, held out my arms...and let myself fall over the edge of the cliff.The hybrids screamed angrily, the dogs barked hysterically, and then all i could hear was the sound of the wind rushing past.It was so damn peaceful, for a second I smiled.Then taking a deep breath, I unfurl my wings, as hard and fast as i could.Thirteen feet across, snowy white with the odd silver feather, they caught the air and i was suddenly yanked upward, hard, as if a parachute had just opened.
Yow! Note to self: No sudden unfurling.
Wincing, i pushed downward with all my strength, then pulled my wings up, the pushed downward.
Oh my god, i was flying-just like i'd always dreamed.
The cliff floor, draped in shadow, receded beneath me. I laughed and surged upward, I felt the pull of my muscles, the air whistling through my secondary feathers, the breeze drying the sweat on my face.
I soared up past the cliff edge, past the startled hounds and furious Hybrids.
One of them, hairy-faced, fangs dripping raised his gun. A red dot appeared on my shoulder, the basic sports bra on my top half and small shorts on my bottom not protecting me one bit from it.
Not today you bastard!
Veering sharply west so the setting sun would be in his hate-crazed eyes.
I'm not going to die today.

Max sat up in her bed breathing hard. She looked down at her top, making sure there was no mark. It was always the same. Run away, fly, get shot. She stood up and looked at her 15 yearold room mate.
Jasmine was curled up in her bed, long golden blond hair spilling over the edge of her bed. Max always wished she could be like Jasmine. Beautiful long golden blond hair, grass green eyes, tanned, a thin and small frame. Her power wasn't that bad either. Jasmine was your basic enegy caster. She could transform her body into glowing bright pink energy, but still keeping her body shape. She could fly, heal and shoot pink blasts. Max however had wavy brown hair, a tall and wiry frame, dark eyes and wings coming out her back. Not much else needed.
She remembered how the group that named themselves Alpha Omega had let her join. It was a relativly small group of mutants.
She smiled thinking of them.

Ok send me your OC's!(Dont worry im still going on with my other story "Now i can see in the dark." Just got this

idea.) This is Max's just to give you an idea on her.

Name:Maxine Tantol

Nickname:Max

Age:17

Gender:Female

Height: 5'8

Build:Tall, wiry

Skin:Pale

Hair: Dark brown, wavy

Eyes:Dark brown

Tattoos, Piercing, Scars:None

Clothes:A dungaree dress, cuts off above her knees.

Fancy:A black coctail dress

Date:dunno yet

Swimsuit:blue one piece

PJ's:flannel shirt and pants

Makeup(if female):None

Accessories:None

Powers:Wings, agility, super speed.

Special talent not powers: Good mind for planning.

How do they get along with my girls:Good friends with Jasmine(and she likes herself, suprise!)

Personality:Sensible, funny good mind.

Bio:Kept in labs

Family:None

Likes:Order and being in the air

Dislikes:Being kept in places, small areas.

Favorite Saying: No problemo

Crush(if anybody wants to be with one of my girls just lemme know)

Health/Mental:Ok but sometimes a bit outta control

Friends:Most people

Rivals:Not any yet.

How they feel about humans:"Humans are just confused, well exept scientists they're just plain evil!"