The girl decided to take advantage of the terrified crowd as a chance to escape. She extended her wings out to their full potential, eighteen and a half feet long. They almost reached the two sides of the long cage. The crowd gasped even louder, and they crushed their body's against others out of pure fear. Not caring if they hurt someone of break something, they just wanted to get away from her. The efforts of the secret service men were far greater than the extravagant ladies and gentlemen. The President was pushed out of the crowd first, knocking over a middle-aged woman in the process.
The announcer was waving people out, "Move along now, don't panic. Please exit in an orderly-," he was interrupted by a pale man knocking into him.
Half of the crowd was outside the marble doors before the girl could shock the audience again. This time she hoped to scare them to death. Her goal is to make them feel so scared and helpless, make them feel just like her when they grabbed her and tossed her like an animal into a wooden crate. Not knowing if she would ever see the light of day again. They picked feathers off of her wings, tore them up. She wanted them to feel beyond scared, she no longer cared.
She crouched down on the metal cage floor, extended her glistening black wings, and shot her body straight up. Arms stretched over her head, her body crashed through the thin iron top, barely giving her a scratch. She crouched on the top of the round cage, and looked down at the people below. She heard shrill screams coming from every direction, and men in navy blue suits shouting orders at random people. The place was in a state of panic, woman running in every direction, men trying throw their shoes at the girl. None of them could throw high enough though.
The girl remained quite calm, her face remaining in it's cold, hard position. One thing was different. Her eyes, had turn into a never ending pool of complete blackness.
The room was almost clear of people, and the girl thought she would get a chance to roam around on the marble floors down below. She began moving one foot forward, preparing to climb down, when her actions were stopped short by five or six men in their navy blue suits. They carried something long and black in their hands, and almost immediately the girl recognized what they were. She had seen the hunter carry one of them when he found her. A gun.
Now a state of panic shot through the girl as her black eyes grew wide, and once again she extended her wings hoping to scare them off. When the men didn't lower their guns, the girl knew she was out of time.
"No! What are you doing?," the announcer shouted at the officers, "That is the rarest creature on Earth! You can't shoot it!"
None of the officers paid any attention to him, and began shooting.
The room sounded more like a battlefield than a museum now. Bullets flying in the air, and people running for their lives. The girl has seen a similar image before.
One officer came close to hitting her shoulder, another her foot. She needed to go, or she was going to die in this very room. She looked towards the ceiling, towards the sky. Then she focused on the ground below her, and swooped down.
Her long raven wings caught air, and the girl almost knocked down a officer, but pulled up at the last second. He dropped his gun and fell down, too scared to get back up. She flew over two more officers and they ran in the opposite direction. The other officers kept shooting but none succeeded, their target was moving too fast for them to make a direct hit. Then once the girl saw the last remaining person run out of the immense marble doors of the museum, she pulled up higher into the air. She grabbed onto the front of the cage, looking straight out the doors and into the dark night sky outside. She smiled, she was finally going to be freed. She took one last look at the ground below her, outstretched her wings, and took flight once again.
The wind rushed through her matted hair, and the cold air felt heavnenly on her face. She drew her wings close to her body for the second she had to get passed the doors. Once she was through, she escalated her wings once more, and let the silky blackness of the night take her wherever she desired.