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Fang
I hopped into the air and flapped my wings, giving Max a smirk before shooting off into the crystal blue sky. I knew she was jealous of my awesome flying skills. And the fact that I had wings. And honestly, why shouldn't she be?
Being up this high with no metal walls to tuck you in, and no parachute to keep you safe; it's exhilarating. My only life line is a pair of wings, and to think that any moment I could stop flapping amazes me.
I love the rush of the fresh air between my feathers, and flying through the soft clouds, even if I do get soaked in the process. In fact, on hot summer days, it's what I do for fun.
On the other hand, I'd never want Max to have to go through the torture I did to get to this point.
"Daddy!" I screamed as a man picked me up by my waist and carried me away. I was only five, I didn't know what was going on.
"This is for your own good, Nicolas. You'll be so much better when you come back." Dad assured, his face a mask of stone.
"No! Don't let them take me!" I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as I kicked viciously and banged my fist against whatever I could.
They took me anyways.
I was taken to a huge brick building with a forty feet high barbed-wire electric fence.
"I want my daddy!" I yelled, feeling sick to my stomach. I had been trapped in the back of a humid van for hours and I was about to see my breakfast again.
"You're never gonna see your 'daddy' again." The man who took me away snarled as he drove through the gates and parked. The two van doors open to reveal three men with terrifying golden eyes and sharp features.
I slowly back away into a corner, sobbing as they assaulted me with their harsh, judgmental laughs. "Listen kid, you better come with us if you plan to make it out alive." One growled, reaching in with gnarled fingernails and snatching a handful of my hair up.
I whimpered as he yanked me out of the van and continued to drag me around by my hair. "Stop! Somebody help me!" I screamed, thrashing around furiously, trying to run back to the gate. One man pulled a gun out of his holster and aimed it at me.
"Nighty-night." He yelled over my screaming and aimed.
"No! James you will not shoot that boy." A voice interrupted the chaos of the first day of my torture. I turned ot a man with dark gray hair and wild eyes. "Nick is it?" He asked, and all I did was stare at him fiercely, trying to puff out my chest and look brave. "I'm Jeb." 'Jeb' chuckled at my antics and picked me up, setting me on his shoulders.
"Now, Nick. We have brought you to this place that we call the School, because you are special."
"School, yuck! Their lunch is sooo bad!" I complained and once again Jeb chuckled.
"Don't I know it. You see though, Nick. This school is different than one you go to. We teach you more… complex things.
"Like division?" I asked. I didn't feel scared anymore around this man. He may not have been my dad, but he took away from those mean people and that van at least.
"Yes, like division. But instead of dealing with numbers, we deal with magic!" Jeb explained.
"I like magic." I told him. "I once saw a magician and he taught me a trick!" I replied happily, my five year old mine to naive to see the game that was being played.
"Well we're gonna teach you many tricks, Nick. Many tricks."
…
"Jeb! This hurts!" I cried as he injected my spinal cord with some sort of purple liquid.
"Yes, Nick, it will hurt, but the pain will be worth it! Just like your training with the erasers!" He chirped.
"James almost ripped my arm off." I whispered, glancing to my bloodied shoulder. I hated the pain, the torture, the life. The only escape I had was Jeb. He treated me like a human being and gave me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all the time. He never let anybody inject me with anything, only him. And normally he used a numbing medicine first. But this time he didn't for some reason.
"Alright Nick, this is the last injection, okay? Be strong for me." He said, patting my good shoulder before sticking the needle through my skin and into the bone.
The pain was like nothing I've ever felt before. It started out as a little prick, but slowly ragged throughout my body into a screaming pain that sprinted through my bones and jumped from nerve to nerve. I clenched my teeth, chewing my lip raw.
"All done." Jeb said, pulling the needle out. Slowly, I sat up, looking to him.
"Why does it hurt so much?" I asked, the pain only jut now beginning to fade.
"Because you're special. If you weren't you wouldn't feel a thing. But being special is good, Nick. It means you're better than the rest of them." Jeb insisted.
"Then the rest of who?" I asked curiously.
"Failures." He picked me up and set me on my shoulders, taking me to his lunch room. "Now let's get you something to eat, maybe some ice cream since you've been so good?"
…
I screamed so loud in pain I'm pretty sure I just broke my voice box. "MAKE IT STOP!" I shouted, writhing around on the floor and pulling on my hair. This pain was nothing like the injections. It was unbearable.
It flowed through me like poison, and dampened all my other emotions. Pain was all I could feel, all I could see, all I could touch, and all I could hear. Dark spots flashed across my vision and my heart thudded in my ears. I was choking on air, on my own oxygen. I couldn't stand up, I couldn't move, I couldn't wake up from this nightmare. Ever.
I stared straight ahead, letting the memory bleed through my body, letting the emotions take me over. I can't believe I had once thought of Jeb as my protector. He was nothing more than a lying, manipulative joke.
I sighed and watched with boredom as a flock of Hawks flew towards me with the grace of a ballerina. I watched as they flapped and dived and banked into turns. I wish I could fly as well as them.
As the golden-brown birds flew over me, their speed left my hair windblown. However, I noticed something off about the way they flapped, something almost… robotic about it.
"Maybe that's just how they fly." I muttered and brushed it off as I flew over the lush green trees that decorated the island.
…
A couple hours later, I was flying in circles waiting for Max, Ari, Iggy, and Lupo, bored out of my mind. There was nothing here as far as I was concerned. Well, besides tropical plants and the occasional coconut tree.
I glanced to my left and noticed a single Hawk flying towards me that looked similar to the others. He seemed to be struggling with his right wing and I felt a small pang in my chest. Okay, I had a soft side for animals, so what?
"Hey Little Guy." I said, holding my arm out for him to land on. The Hawk took my invitation, closing its eyes to rest as its chest puffed in and out at a rapid speed. Then the eyes opened and look directly into mine, and I noticed something off. It's eyes were glowing red.
I yelled, startled, and shook the bird off, or tried to anyways. It's claws sunk into my side and I whimpered in pain, trying to shove it off. As if this couldn't get any worse, that flock I had seen earlier was flying towards me as well now, at very fast pace.
"HELP! MAX! ARI! SOMEBODY!" I shouted as the birds nose-dived towards me. I flew as fast as my wings would carry me, still trying to whack the bird off of me.
Just as I finally slapped it off, a shrieking pain ran through my left wing and I began to fall down into the trees. Every branch seemed to smack into me rudely before I landed with a thud on the ground.
Pain roamed through my body effortlessly as I tried to sit up, but too much was broken, it was no use. The birds flew down to me, each sinking it's claws into my skin until I was screaming bloody murder. All that did though was hurt my throat. Nobody was coming to my rescue, and I couldn't always be my own hero.
The energy had been burned out of me and all I could do was watch bugs crawl over the dirt ground. I was useless, and helpless. I hope when Max saved me- if she saved me- she wouldn't kill me for getting into this situation.
The birds began to fly, somehow carrying my body weight as they did. First they soared up, way above the trees, and then over the ocean, away from the island that held my friends. "Bye." I choked out before closing my eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
Is it short? I don't care. So anyways, first person to guess where Fang is going gets to submit an OC for the bad guy... through PM. Sorry guesties. Anyways, hope you liked. I originally had no clue how to write a Fang's POV without it being boring then thought 'let's take him away from Max and kill the FAX for awhile! MWAHAHAHA'
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P.S if you give me an amazing cover idea you also get an OC bad guy!