Effected
Song: Glamorous by Fergie
Max
"Leave, Max! Okay? Just leave!" yelled Fang. He reached his hand into the air like he was about to slap me, but he hesitated. Uncried tears pricked at my eyes. I drew Fang's warm, sweaty body to mine and kissed him on the cheek. His muscles relaxed for a moment, if that. Then I snapped my wings outward, and took flight into the foggy air. I dodged with expertise, thinking over the events of the last month.
The rest of the Flock was dead, the apocalypse was started, and Fang hated me.
But I was strong, a leader, if only to myself. I flew out over the bay, skimming my hand in the water. Cool droplets splashed onto my face. I had reached the edge of the city. I bunched my wings, stopping myself in mid-air. I surveyed the city, with multiple fires erupted on several places, higher skyscrapers already fallen. Sooty smoke curled into the sky. Sirens mingled with car alarms screamed into the ears of hundreds. Six shapes took form on my sides. I glanced closely to my left and right. Three winged teenage boys hovered on one side, three avian girls on my other. They were all staring intently at the land, fists clenched. They didn't even notice me. A breeze rustled their feathers; I noticed that feathers were mingled in the hair of one of the girls. A silent understanding passed between us, and I returned to my shattered life.
They were the future.
They had been scarred, tattered, and effected.
I knew that my time for saving this world had passed; I created the canvas for them to paint the next generation's earth. And you know what?
They'll save the world.