AN:

... and on to the story!

These Author's Notes are just getting shorter and shorter...

Douglas's POV:

I had torn Wolverine apart. He was just a bloody mess on the ground, but I was glad. His mocking voice still rang in my head, saying that Sam would never love me. But she would, if Wolverine was dead. If Wolverine was dead, then I would have no competition, and Sam would finally love me back.
And now Wolverine lay dead at my feet. His blood covered my claws, and I felt more alive than I ever had. I was an animal- I was a Griffin.
Then I saw Sam. She stood a few feet away from me, her hand at her mouth. She was staring at Wolverine, her face full of sorrow and agony. I stepped forward to comfort her, and she looked at me.
She looked at my claws.
And Sam, the girl I had loved for years, slammed me against the tree so hard that I almost blacked out.

I blinked, the world seeming to spin around. Then I stood up, one hand against the tree for support.
Sam grabbed my head, and whacked me against the tree again. "You little ****." She hissed. "You big-headed, pompous brat."
"Sam, I-" I didn't even know what to say.
Sam slammed me against the ground, then grabbed my wings. She held one in each hand, and slammed them together.

I cried out in pain as I felt my wings almost break. I curled up, folding my wings across my back.

"That's a little trick I learned from Warren." Sam hissed. "Just I case I ever met an enemy who could fly. And guess what? Now I have."

Having Sam call me her enemy hurt more than her almost breaking my wings. "Sam, I'm sorry."

I gasped as I was lifted into the air by nothing at all. When I was hovering about ten feet up, I saw that Sam's eyes were almost red with anger. She was using her power on me.

Then she let me fall. I didn't have time to use my wings, so I landed on the ground hard. I lay there, my whole body aching.

"Go." Sam said in a voice so full of fury I thought I would burn under her gaze. "Fly away now, and I won't tear you apart."

"Sam, you can't make me leave!" I cried.

Sam used her powers to lift me up, and send me tumbling through the sky.

I landed in the road outside the school. My claws were red with Wolverine's blood, and my wings ached. I sighed, and as I did so, my claws and wings retracted. I wasn't a Griffin, I was just a boy on his own.

I turned away from the school, and began to walk.

AN:

And Douglas is gone! For now.