Chapter 7: Aviation Laws
I ran and ran until I was physically exhausted. I was back at my home now, but the large boulder was now a crumbled heap with a large metal stick through it. I pushed the thought out of my mind and looked up at my tree. There, towards the top, was a thick branch, one that could let me see from far away. There was, however, a problem. I could not climb that high, it was impossible! Or was it?
I looked back at my wings, large and a blue-grey. It was almost too perfect. I slowly extended them, no pain at all this time, until they were fully expanded. I gaped at them, a good fourteen-foot wingspan!
I glanced at the branch once more, leaped into the air, and suddenly I was hovering. My wings worked, up and down, up and down. It was almost mechanical. I added a little more power to my wings, and with a rush, I was climbing trough the air. My mind swirled. I could go anywhere! I stopped, and almost fell, but as I gained my balance, I looked around me.
I could see everything around me, the ocean, the sky, the island, in such detail and sharpness I could hardly believe it. I looked down from where I was hovering, and I saw a wide-smiled Gilligan waving at me. I swooped down and landed right beside him.
"Gee, I didn't know you could fly!"
"Well, wings have to be for something. I don't think they would be any good for skiing." I said, and that made him laugh. "What about the village? Are-are they going to call the whitecoats? Gilligan, please don't let them take me away!"
That seemed to surprise him, and I remembered I hadn't told him about my... experiences... "What's a whitecoat?"
I spilled. I couldn't help it, I had to tell him! "Gilligan. I was, I mean... Well, I's kinda hard to explain, really..." I sighed, ready to get it over. "I was abused in a lab. The whitecoats were people who hurt me. I-I was put out in a tank, and t-they put needles in me and told me I was sick, and I was getting better. The cut me open, and the looked at me. That was why you saw my scars. The hurt me so bad, Gilligan. And I don't want to go back. They will kill me, Gilligan. They'll kill me!" I hugged him, grasping onto something solid, not wanting anything to take me away. And I know Gilligan didn't want that to happen, either. Because he grasped me right back.