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Dren

I flew furiously through the night, so outraged at the world for being so blind, to everything the war, the truth, us, their role models. I am so sick of this why can't they just open their eyes to the truth? Why must they be so ignorant? Why do we have to go unnoticed for this long? What is wrong with this place?

Still enraged I land quietly in central park. And I stretch out my wings not afraid if people see me. Because, they can't, not many people can because most wish to see what is "rational". So their puny minds don't explode, wish I could see it though. I started walking south when suddenly I heard a small voice Whisper Help in my head but I ignore it thinking it was just the wind and just kept walking. Please someone help me, they are going to kill me! The voice screams. It's sounded like a girl, and she was in trouble, I run, but I don't know where to, I was just fallowing my instinct.

A few blocks down, I see out of the corner of my eye, a girl (maybe in her teens) on the ground and 5 men around her. The man in the middle was pointing a gun at her head "this is what ya' disserve bitch!" the man says and the others around him cheered. I snuck up behind 1 of them and knock him out, the other men turn to look at me, but the girl was looking down the other side of the ally. The guy with the gun turned from the girl and pointed it at me. "Who are you pretty boy? What do ya' want?" now the rage is building up, calling me a pretty boy? No one ever calls me a pretty boy, look I have black hair and black eyes and I dress in black (yes I were black, a lot) people usually call me Goth or emo. I was so enraged that I wanted to kill him. But I managed settle down enough to calmly say "oh, just walking around, and I just happened to hear the commotion and decided to investigate."

"well ya' better get outta' here before I shoot ya', this is personal matters" he said (and he sounded kinda' drunk) but I held my ground. The man with the gun was about to pull the trigger, but I jump into the air and dogged the bullet and land on the shooter's head and knocked him out (and possibly killed him). The others ran for their lives after he passed out (or died). I smile because it felt good to get my anger out on the humans so I turned around and walked away.

"Why did you save me?" someone said in an enraged blood curdling voice. I got a chill up my spin and I turned around. I forgot the girl was there, and she looked out raged.

Now that I got a good look at her, she scared me. She looked to be no more that 13 or 14 years old, her eyes are blood red and her hair was black with red streaks. She reminded me of a female devil. "What's your name?" she asked snarling. "D…Dren nice to meet you, what's your name?" I manage. "Mary, Bloody Mary," she answers confidently. Now she is scaring me, Bloody Mary, are you kidding me could there be a worse name? Now I was convinced, she was the daughter of the devil, and I had saved her, great. But I could swear that her voice sounded similar to the voice in my head. She doesn't mean it she is grateful trust me, and thank you "Shut up you goody two-shoes" she shouted. Then without seeing it move, there is a whip around my neck, choking me, and the whip was coming from her hand.

"I don't like being saved" she says in a creepy voice "now you will DIE, for scaring off my prey!" and she tightened the whip around my neck.

As she tightens the whip, I close my eyes and extend my wings and accept my death, happy to finely be free of the human race. I start to feel light-headed and I realize that she loosened the whip around my neck. I opened my eyes and see her staring wide eyed at me. "Wha… wwwwwhat are you?" she stuttered. I'm confused at first but then I realized that she was staring at my wings. Now I was startled, SHE could actually see them? Not many people could, "well, let's get one thing strait" I said trying to sound more superior, "I am not human".

"Well I can see that! I mean what ARE you, like, what type of creature" Mary responded.

"Oh, my species are called black wings" I said confidently.

"So does that mean that there are white wings too?" she a little hint of discussed in her voice. I felt my face show my dislike for the white wings clearly "yes, that does mean that white wings exist too" I answered almost snarling.

"Huh, interesting, so that's what those flying people are called." Now I was creped out, she could see us flying too? Everyone who can see us can only see our wings when they are unfolded and out when we are on the ground, but no one can see us fly.