Origins
Fang
I had a mother at one time. I'm sure that I was just a mistake now. Because I've seen her picture. Long, black hair and blue eyes. My eyes are dark, so dark. That must've been from my Dad. I have an idea of who he is. Long ago, Jeb had ushered us inside our house. A guy in all black walked up. Jeb started yelling, and I could pick up on fragments of the conversation.
"Don't try to come back; you gave him up!" Jeb said.
"She gave him up!" the guy's voice. The guy's eyes flicked to mine peering through the window. They conveyed extreme sadness, black with little gold flecks dancing in them. He dipped his head low and disappeared into the woods. Jeb returned inside the house slowly.
"Was that my Dad?" I asked accusingly. Jeb's mouth opened in shock.
"It was, wasn't it?" I said. He nodded slowly. My wings unfolded through my hoodie. Jeb's hand shot to my shoulder.
"Don't." he told me. I shook him off and headed into the sky. I reached my Dad's figure and I whistled loudly to get his attention. But get this; he smiled. A big grin. Like me having wings wasn't a shock. Like he was proud of me. And at that moment, I wasn't a mistake. I wasn't a mutant, a freak. I was loved.