Keep in mind while reading this, that I have done little to no revising/editing. I wrote what I thought would sound good.
Please, all feedback/thoughts are appreciated! If you read this, you are obligated to comment.
“We found him, he’s over here!” a voice yelled from in the distance as Max jumped to the ground from a branch in one of the trees and continued darting through the forest. His followers regrouped quickly and continued their pursuit. “Do not let him escape,” the same voice commanded, “He is too valuable to lose.” As the group began to close the gap between Max and themselves one of the men reached into his coat pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a small silver whistle. He put it to his mouth, took a breath, and then blew with as much force as he could gather. Then there was silence. Nothing could be heard, no twigs breaking under the men’s feet, no leaves brushing together, not even the sound of the whistle. As quickly as the silence began, it ended. The men stopped running as the gap between them and Max grew. Max turned back to see that they had stopped following and he slightly smirked then faced forward. Suddenly two dark figures bolted past the standing men with lightning speed. It wasn’t until the figures were well past them that the leaves on the forest floor were tossed in the air and the rustle began.
Max looked back to check on the group of men to see that now, instead of them he had two dark figures chasing him. He realized why the men had stopped chasing him; they sent the screechers to do their dirty work. He looked back in front of him to see that the edge of the cliff was now within his sight. He grinned, “I’m home free.” He said to himself as he closed his eyes and leaped off the edge. The two dark figures stopped and looked down to see Max falling towards the ground with unbelievable speed. A deep dark voice came from one of the two figures, “Foolish child, he was so worried about us catching him that he didn’t have time to see the cliff.” They both turned back the way the came, and slowly vanished.
As Max gradually gained speed, he began to near the ground. He pointed his self towards the ground and closed his eyes. Slowly the back of his shirt began to bulge. The bulge grew larger as threads began to snap. Max winced as pain shot through his entire body. Suddenly his shirt ripped in the back to reveal two large white wings expanding his entire body length on either side. They both looked to be feather covered. They both began thrusting forwards with tremendous force. Just moments before hitting the ground in almost certain death, the wings pushed with enough force to change the direction he was moving. He was now moving parallel to the ground and laughing. “I bet they weren't expecting that!" he said out loud.
Flying just off the ground over hills and trees, Max came to a long winding river in the forest. He gradually slowed himself and finally touched his feet to the ground standing next to the river. Kneeling down, he cupped his hands and began to gather water. Bringing his mouth into his hands where he held as much water as he could, he began to drink. "Mmmm, finally some refreshment." he said quietly to himself. After drinking, Max stood up and grabbed the bottom of his torn shirt and slowly lifted it up over his head. He folded his wings in and stood up straight. Small beams of light shot through the treetops down to the ground in front of him. Max stood 6 feet high off the ground, his long, bright, blonde hair waved in tandem with the wind. His deep blue eyes resembled that of the ocean. His figure gave the impression that he was an athlete of some sort. He was wearing a pair of camo cargo pants and had on a pair of standard issue army boots. Around his neck rested a silver chain necklace. His wrist supported a silver watch with a digital reading in the center.
He dropped his torn shirt to the ground and his wings began to spread once again. Thrusting his wings forward he slowly started lifting off the ground getting higher until he finally rose above the treetop. He looked towards the sun which was now going down over the horizon to establish which direction was west. He then began to follow the river to the north squinting to see below the treeline as if trying to locate something of importance. After following the river for the better half of an hour, he closed his eyes and rubbed them with his palms. He opened them to finally see what he was looking for and he lowered himself to the ground once more and his wings folded back to his side and slowly began to return under his skin on his back.
He turned to find himself standing in front of a large brick building with two windows in the front and a door in the center. In front of the door was a short concrete path with a mat under the door. He walked to the door and instead of knocking, he grasped the door knob and slowly turned it while pushing the door open. He placed one foot inside and stepped in closing the door behind him. He was now in a dark room. He could see nothing, not even his hand in front of his face. He reached to the wall and with instinct he flipped up a switch sending light into the room. He could now see everything, including the large white tiger in front of him which threatened to devour him whole without a second thought.
"Max, you're back." The tiger said as it stood on it's hind legs and began to slowly change and take the form of a little girl no taller than 5 feet. Her short and skinny figure showed that she was just entering her early teen years. Her blue eyes matched Max's but from behind a pair of large round glasses. It was easy to tell that even this early in her teen years she was a geek. Her shirt was far to large, her fingertips barely stretched past the ends of her sleeves. It was obvious the shirt did not belong to her, nor did the large baggy pants around her waist. On her wrist she wore a home-made bracelet with small letters which spelled "Anna".
She ran up and hugged Max. "I am so glad you're back." She said with a large grin on her face, "I missed you." She pushed her face into his chest, her glasses pushed tight over her eyes. "I would have been back sooner," Max said, "but I ran into a few screechers on the way back." Anna pulled her face away from Max's chest and gasped, "Did they follow you here?" Max shook his head and said, "No, I lost them. Let's just say they couldn't follow where I went." Anna let go and turned to walk into a different room. "So, you just flew away?" she questioned continuing to walk in the direction of a doorway. Max started to follow her and replied, "Yes, but they don't know about my wings. I made sure they thought I was dead."
"Mai should be back any time." Anna said, "She just went to the lake to get some food." As she walked into the next room, she turned on a light switch located on the wall. The room was instantly filled with light revealing three beds placed a few feet apart from each other. They were simple beds, all with tan sheets, blankets, and pillows. Nothing fancy just a place to sleep. Pushed into the corner was a shelf which held multiple books of all sizes and colors. The floor was covered in a soft layer of dark blue carpet.
This post was edited by Ferallwill on Apr 20 2012 07:47pm