Ok…so I'm in a subway.
At least now I am.
The people here look kind of down and out.
Kind of like me a few hours ago.
Maybe they're homeless…
"Hey you! Who are you? Why are you here?" I heard some gruff sounding guy yell.
I took off as fast as I could, and then spread my wings.
It felt great!
Being able to fly more than 20 feet without being shocked.
Look at the people here. There's so many of them!
I ducked into the trees and started to land.
The sign said, Central Park.
What? Mutants can read too, you know!
This place was pretty cool. I could sleep in the trees.
Perfect! I'd stay here until I figured out where to go.
I climbed high into an oak tree, and just slept.
---------------------------------4 hours later--------------------------------
I opened my eyes slowly. It was dark out.
I could finally go get some food. I was flying over what was New York.
At least, the signs said it was New York. Anyway, I was flying over New York.
Then I heard this crashing sound. Like glass shattering. I got closer, but kept hidden.
Oh. My. Gosh. Hovering over a roof were six figures, and they all had wings.
Like me. I began to fly down.
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