Survival
Song: Umm...I'm not gonna say...
MAX
I walk in almost what seems like slow motion, wings outstretched. Kids on the street turned and opened their mouths into shocked Os. I smiled, confidence brimming all the way to the ends of my thirteen foot wingspan. Behind me walks Fang, silently tilting his wings in the sunlight. Girls reached out like they wanted to touch his wings, but his strong demeanor shrugs them off. Iggy follows the colors on the road, his own wings contrasting with his pale, sightless blue eyes. Just the three of us, the only winged kids with the guts to the do this. A guy walked up to me, looking inviting despite our wings, smiling at me. I grinned, turning to kiss Fang on the mouth slowly and smoothly. Fang looks at me with that classic look, soft and inviting. We run forward, my hair blowing back, and my legs already feeling cold in the short jean shorts that I had on. We jumped off the road, our wings carrying us forward, or rather, upward. I laugh at the kids whose faces rival Jeb's when I killed Ari the first time (long story). Dylan flies up to me, arms crossed over his chest.
"Are you happy now?" he asks as my mom would. Ouch. I nod, smiling.
"Yup." I say, and together all four of us shoot past the scenery, glad that for once, we didn't have to hide, or worry about survival. I'm alive after that! For now, anyway.