Dante POV
50 feet? No sweat. Okay, maybe if I roll when I land, I'll survive. I thought hopefully, then scoffed at my own stupidity. Yeah, and after you've been fucking turned to jelly, maybe the fucking Pillsbury Doughboy will fucking come along and fucking let you tickle his fucking breadstick! I screamed at myself mentally, not really even understanding what I was saying.
"Fuck!" I shouted, only to have the word snatched violently from my lungs by the rushing wind. 40. . .37. . .34. . .I'm going to die. I realized with a bitter laugh.
"Dante!" I heard Spencer yelling my name, but I knew he wouldn't make it. It was over for me. . .
What a pathetic way to die. Whispered a voice. My eyes widened and I looked around as best I could through the tears that were desperately trying to moisten my wind dried eyeballs. Guess it's good that you'll live.
"Who's there?" Stupid question, I know, but cut me some slack I was about to die.
Not really important now. Extend you wings, dumbass. I facepalmed and struggled to pull my shirt up and off while simultaneously falling to my bloody, painful death. I roared in frustration, grabbing the hem and pulling hard, tearing my favorite shirt into two pieces.
I snapped my wings out and screamed in pain when the sudden drag almost tore them straight off my back. My descent slowed gradually, but not enough to survive. Flap your wings! The fuck do you think they're for?!
Hey, asshole, let's see you try doing this! There was a pause.
Fine. Gods, you're a fucking idiot. Then I felt a strange cold feeling wash through my body, and my wings began to flap, only slowing my descent another fraction. Damn, it's not helping. What now? I snorted.
Maybe if we think happy thoughts and sing about fairies, we'll fly better. There was another pause.
Ugh, forget it I'm leaving.
Yeah? Well thanks for no-
Jaune POV (10 seconds earlier)
Pyrrha swung Mílo at me and I blocked with my shield before spinning in closer and slashing Crocea Mors at her side. She hacked downward with Akoúo̱ knocking my attack downward, hopping up at the same time so that my blade passed harmlessly under her feet. She turned in the air and planted her foot in my chest and kicked me back, sending me flat on my ass. I rolled backwards and landed face down.
"Um. . .Jaune?" I looked up and saw her panicked expression.
"Huh?"
"Move!" I blinked.
"Wha-AAAAHOOOOFFF!" The breath was driven from my lungs as something heavy landed so hard on my back, I swear I heard something crack. Spots danced in front of my eyes and I wheezed, trying desperately to get air back into my lungs. I felt a hand pat my cheek twice, then heard a voice.
"Thanks buddy, you're a life saver." I rolled over and looked up at what I immediately thought was an angel. The sun gleamed off of her shiny blonde hair as she stared down at me with blazing cerulean eyes and held out her hand, her tawny brown wings folding against her back. "Here."
I let her pull me up and took another look at her. The first thing I noticed, were the black tattoos that swirled around her pale torso like waves of ink frozen on paper. Then it dawned on me that she wasn't wearing a shirt. . .just a black bra.
I blushed and looked away.
"Um, shouldn't you be wearing a shirt?" She chuckled.
"Seriously? There's, like, nothing there! I could totally pass for a guy if I wanted to." I shook my head vigorously, still not looking.
"Even so, you're still a girl." She chuckled again.
"Ooh, a gentleman~! How refreshing." She patted my shoulder. "Stay the way your are." Then she addressed Pyrrha. "Make sure you keep him." Then she turned and looked up into the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Huh. Where's Spencer? Coulda sworn he was right behind me." Then she shrugged and went inside. Pyrrha and I stared at each other, mouths agape with shock. Pyrrha's mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing came out at first.
"Did she just. . ." I nodded slowly. She glanced at the door leading inside. "And she had. . ." I nodded again. Pyrrha held her head. "I've got the feeling that was a once in a lifetime chance." Then I heard a loud whoosing noise like a hundred birds flapping as one.
Pyrrha and I looked up and a tall guy descended slowly on black wings. He landed lightly on the rooftop and glanced back and forth between us.
"Um ,this might sound weird, but did a girl fall from the sky over here just now?" We nodded dumbly and I pointed to the door. He gave a relieved smile and nodded. "Thanks guys."
"N-no problem. . ." I gaped at Pyrrha as the door closed behind him.
"I-I think we just saw to people with wings." She said slowly. "But I can't be sure." I shook my head, trying to clear it, and pinched myself.
"Holy crap, we just saw people with wings!" Pyrrha's face brightened.
"That's awesome!" I nodded enthuiastically.
"We gotta tell the others!"
Dante POV
I strolled down the hallway half-naked, whistling merrily with my wingtips brushing the walls, just happy to be alive. When I got to my room, I folded my wings and unlocked the door, throwing it open and smiling wide.
Akari looked up from her book, sitting on her bed in the back left corner of the room, and did a comical double take.
"Dannnnteeee?" She said slowly. I smiled.
"Yes, my wonderful second in command?" She calmly put her book down and stood, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was something I'd come to understand meant she was trying hard to keep her anger at bay. Her voice shook with the effort.
"Where is your shirt?" I held up the pieces and showed her. She massaged her temples, which meant she was trying really hard not to get angry.
"Why is your shirt torn in half?" I laughed happily and swept across the room, picking her up at the waist twirling her around.
"Who cares? I'm alive!" Her eyes widened.
"You were in danger of dying?!" Her voice was shrill. I nodded, then hugged her close.
"But then the voice told me to extend my wings, which slowed my fall, then I landed on some blond kid and I'm alive! Ah, what a rush!" She pushed me away pressed her fingertips into her temples.
"Okay, let's be rational for a moment. What happened?" I told her the story excitedly, practically vibrating in place. When I finished, she stared at me, then laid the back of her hand against my forehead. Then she asked me the date, where we were, her middle name (it's Lillian), and my age.
After I answered all the questions in a satisfactory manner, she rubbed her face tiredly.
"Dante, are you drunk?" I shook my head.
"Nope." She nodded.
"Right, okay. . .are you delusional?" I shook my head again, giggling.
"Strike two!" She grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
"Then why are you talking crazy?! There's no way you survived a fifty foot fall by extending wings you don't have, and landing on some guy on the roo-" She froze and her rant dried up in her throat as I extended my wings slowly. Her mouth continued to move, but her mind was elsewhere.
After a minute or two of silence, her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted. I caught her easily and laid her on the bed, putting the book she was reading (Maximum Ride, whatever that is) on her stomach.
I put on a fresh shirt and strapped twelve of my weight bracelets on each arm before leaving the room and heading down to the dining hall for something to eat.
3rd Person POV
Akari Rush woke up in her dorm room alone except for her favorite book laying on her stomach and a vague memory of a dream she had.
Lol. Poor Akari, she has no idea what's going on. I'll probably add her to the list of OCs next time I post it, because she's going to show up more throughout the story, but people like Blaine, Niles, Rachel, and Kaitlyn (Rachel and Kaitlyn are the other two members of team DARK), will only make cameos sometimes. Anyway, I'm getting close to revealing the final member of team (censored). Yes, I have a name for the team, I just don't want it revealed until I'm ready.