Amaze

Song: CrushCrushCrush by Paramore

(A/N: Song suggestion by too lazy to log in. Thanks tons! Still excepting requests!)

Iggy

I was fighting for my life.

Not that I'm unprepared or anything; I'm practically the most ninjalike blind kid...ever. And I'm not kidding. I spun around a corner, finding grip in the slick pavement. The alley I had dashed into was a dead end. I skidded to a stop, spinning to face my enemy. Four masked Puffs (the name affectionaly given to the shady warriors able to poof into mist at will) sneered at me. I smiled, and my wings unfolded in the dim light. I rose, the whoosh of the feathers alone able to push the smallest one backwards. One poofed and re-appeared nearer to me. I landed and launched into counter-attacks. A punch to the jaw hit solidly with a crack of broken bone. The puff hit grimaced, half of his mouth no longer moving. You may be asking how I can tell about this. You see, I've been working on my sonar abilities. Just by listening and making noises, I can sense everything around me by the rate at which the sound waves bounce back at me. In seven or eight minutes, the four previously strong soldiers were scattered in various states of unconciousness. I smiled at my work, bounding back into the sky. Once airborne, Myst and Skye met me in the air. They were twins, girls, bird kids recently turned sixteen. Though I was already eighteen, they were remarkable fighters to even my standards. Myst, all black and brown, her mottled wings matching pace with mine, gave me a silent thumbs-up. Skye, with her blond hair and icy blue eyes and matching pastel yellow wings, bit her lip and looked concerned. I just smiled and began climbing into the air. My wings oustretched, the moon greeting me with some kind of grim announcement. I spun around and felt two other people approaching. I'd know those wings anywhere. Max and Fang. Max's slender, powerful wings and Fang's large, mighty black ones beat in harmonious flaps as they flew up to me. They were semi-hostile in position.

I had to turn away a bit, because seeing, or rather, sensing Max again made my head hurt. Our fearless leader hadn't just charmed Fang, Dylan, and Sam...

Let's leave it at that. I'm better at secrets than even the dark angel himself, Fang. I buried my thoughts and hurt and took a deep breath. Skye and Myst both tensed at my sides. They both had massive crushes on Fang and Dylan. Skye relaxed when she saw that Dylan wasn't with them; Myst just smiled a forced smile at Max.

"Iggy, I see you're still flying semi-solo." I blushed at Max's accusation. I had refused her offer of being with the four older bird-kid's gang, true. Myst, Skye, and I had faceed our fair share of battles without her help, and barely made it out countless times. Myst, for a while, had considered joining them. Even now, she had promised a decision...soon. I clenched my fists and teeth. Whatever they could throw at me, I could handle.

Turns out, I'm more that they ever imagined...

I was better than even their fondest hopes,

I was amazing.

And all they had to do was remember it.

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