Who they were
No idea what this is, but had to write before work. I haven't even reread as I only have minutes to do this.
Marks & Wings - the boys have feathers :D
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The city was beautiful.
The sun was just rising over the horizon, lighting up the steel and glass buildings in gold. The lights from the night still shone in multicoloured brilliance, supported by the shadows. It was a magical combination.
There was a chill to the air, something he wasn't used to and it tantalised his skin. The odd flurry caught his hair. This high up it was unusual for such stillness.
Far below people were rising for their morning routines. Cars darted about between the buildings and ant-like figures scurried to and fro.
They caught his eyes.
They were what he had devoted his life to. These people, so different from him and his brothers. So unaware of what was possible. Out of the billions on the planet, only hundreds were like him. And those billions understood little what it was like to be him.
Em had spoken to him at length about this. Why they were like they were. Ave history. Feathers in artefacts. Persecution and adoration at both ends of the scale. Yet still they were mostly hidden. Some did not know they even existed.
Others hunted them.
Em.
Well, perhaps it was time the world knew. Perhaps it was time for a little exposure.
International Rescue saved lives. Now they had the opportunity to make a statement.
"You ready?"
Beside him Virgil stood as bare chested as he, his brow furrowed and determined. Beyond him, John shook his shoulders and his metallic grey span lifted, its engineering brilliance arching out in echo of his brother's huge eight metre span.
Gordon smiled at him. The odd one out, but no less wanting to participate, he sported one of Scott's jetpacks and was going to hold the holographic banner that would shout their message to the world.
Alan's wings shot out, appearing out of nowhere. His lift as abrupt and as startling as always. Gold blonde feathers smaller than his brothers' but far more agile, comparable to Scott's silver blue plumage.
Virgil straightened and lifted, his black feathers emerging behind him. A breath and he spread his wings.
They fluttered in the non-existent breeze.
A sigh and Scott lifted his own.
The people far below had no idea what was about to happen. That the Tracy brothers were going to expose themselves for what they were. That they were going to show exactly how powerful they and other Aves could be. That others no longer needed to hide.
That they could spread their wings.
"You ready?" He repeated the words and all four of his brothers nodded.
A grim smile. "Then let's do this."
And as one the five brothers leapt off the tallest building in New York and showed the world who they were.
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