The Boy Who fell from the Sky

Chapter 1

Nagito shuffled a bit, trying to get in a better position. The small bars in the tight dog cage had been poking at his side for a while now, and it was starting to get uncomfortable, but Nagito couldn't move a muscle. He was laying on his side with his knees bunched up to his chest. The cage wouldn't let him stretch out at all, and he hadn't been let out or fed for a day or two, so his stomach growled and his muscles ached. What Nagito wanted more than anything was to stretch out, just for a few seconds even, but his fate was in the Doctors and Guards hands.

As if his silent plea to be let out was answered, he heard footsteps coming his way. He tried not to get his hopes up. They were probably coming for some other mutation that was sharing the room with him. But he saw a pair of boots in front of his cage and excitement grew in his chest. He was going to be let out! But the excitement quickly turned to dread as the realization hit. He was going to be let out. There were only two reasons to be let out. Either you were going to be fed quickly, or they were going to test you. And Nagito was sure it was going to be the latter.

The Guard in front of Nagito's dog cage leaned down, unlocked it, opened the door, and stepped aside to let Nagito out. Nagito stretched out his arms first and turned (to the best of his ability) on his knees, and pulled himself out of the claustrophobic cage. Finally. Relief flooded through his body as he laid on the cool floor and stretched his limbs out. It was as if he had a small bit of freedom. He could still feel the chain around his right ankle that said otherwise but he let himself believe he was outside for once. That he was laying in soft grass (at least he thought grass was soft) feeling the warm sun beat on his face. He wasn't wearing stupid hospital clothes, he was wearing a nice t-shirt, and some pants.

His wonderful daydream was interrupted by a sharp kick to the side by the Guard. "Get up fifty-five." He growled. Nagito gave a groan of complaint but rose to his feet. He hated it when the guards used his number. The Guard gestured for Nagito to walk forward. He did so without hesitation. Nagito liked walking. He liked getting a chance to stretch his muscles after being
in that dumb cramped dog cage that was not meant for humans and most certainly not meant for mutants.

About halfway to wherever he was going, Nagito started to change his mind. He was now ninety percent sure he was being taken to test, and he wanted no part of that. He would almost rather be back in the dog cage. Almost.

So Nagito decided to stall. He stopped walking for a second to stretch again. To really soak in the free feeling. First he stretched his arms way above his head and stood on his toes and heard all his joints pop like he was eighty years old, not seventeen. Then, he decided to take a risk. He would surely be punished for this, but he needed to do it anyway.

Nagito slowly unfolded his wings and stretched them as far as they could go. That was the biggest relief yet. His wings had been folded and compressed for two days, and they were huge, so they needed to be used often. Nagito's wings were as white as his hair, and when they were folded, they reached down to his ankles. He could hide them well under a shirt,place them flat against his back, but he'd never really been in a situation where he needed to hide them. Unfolded, his wings were double the length of his arm span. They were big, and powerful. He hadn't really flown much, even though he was dying to. The Doctors would let him fly, maybe
once every couple months. They didn't want him to get good at flying. They didn't want their mutant to escape.

As Nagito stretched, a sudden pain quickly shot up his leg and coursed through his body. Damn, he thought. This was more painful than usual. He collapsed to the ground and spasmed in pain as the electricity from his anklet raged through his body, tearing everything. The Guard just shook his head at Nagito. "You know you aren't allowed to unfold your wings unless the Doctors say you can. Now you get punished." Nagito just gave the Guard a glare as the electricity continued. "Honestly, you've been here how many years fifty-five? You should know the drill by now." Oh I've only been here my whole life, Nagito thought sarcastically as the pain finally stopped.

The chain around his ankle was not just a chain symbolizing he was a test subject, but it was also a high tech device that did basically whatever the School wanted it to. It kept all sorts of data, like how fast he could run, how high he could fly, how much he sweat during a flight, how many calories he would burn, useless things like that. But it would also administer shocks if he did something wrong. The intensity of the shock would depend on what he did. And he almost always broke the rules. Mostly just stretching out his wings, which the Doctors hated. Don't want him to think about him getting away. But if he talked back (which he rarely did), or refused a test, things like that, he would also get shocked. So. Many. Rules.

The electricity finally stopped, and Nagito laid on the ground for a second, breathing heavily as he tried to forget the pain, until the Guard gave a warning growl and Nagito stood back up and continued, folding his wings again so he wouldn't get in any more trouble. As they walked Nagito tried cheering himself up by playing his favorite game. Pretend this is normal.

Nagito wasn't walking to get tested again. He was just... being led to the principal's office by a teacher because he had been bad in school. What had he done this time? He didn't know. He was usually a good student. He was a very good student. There was probably a huge misunderstanding and he could go back to class when it was solved.

Nagito stared at his feet as he walked. Instead of his bare feet and the silver chain, he was wearing normal clothes and normal shoes. And instead of wings he had a bare back. He wasn't a freak. He was ordinary.

As Nagito fantasized, a blow of wind blew through his messy white hair and tossed it all over the place. Nagito brushed a stray strand back into place as he felt the cool wind. He rarely ever felt wind, it was nice to feel it now. Wait. Wind? They were inside. Underground. They could be going above ground (oh that would be a nightmare) but he also remembered there were some parts of the School that were above ground. Above ground meant windows. And wind meant open windows. Nagito looked to his left and sure enough, there was a window cracked open. Nagito couldn't believe his luck. They never, EVER left windows open, especially on days he was tested.

Thoughts reeled in Nagito's head. Was this really happening? He couldn't believe it. This opportunity was presenting itself. Nagito could not pass it up. He didn't care how badly he got punished. He needed this. He needed to take this chance.

Without even thinking, Nagito pulled back his fist, and punched the guard, right on the jaw. Nagito knew the jaw was the knock out button, but he didn't really know how strong he was until the guard was lying unconscious at his feet. Huh. That just happened. He must be stronger than he thought.

There was no time to dwell on this. Nagito spun on his heels and stretched out his wings far. He hadn't done many take offs, but he knew an extra spring would give him more power. So Nagito squatted down, took a deep breath, and launched himself into the air. He beat his wings a couple times, getting some momentum. He was a little shaky at first and crashed into a wall, but he got to the window. It was only open a crack, but he was a slim boy, so he managed to shimmy out of it.

He was outside. He could see the grass, the sun, the fence that enclosed the School, the trees in the distance. Oh how lovely everything was. Nagito didn't have time to be impressed by anything. He could already hear commotion going on inside. Oh no, where was their little bird mutant? See ya suckers, Nagito thought as he took off again, beating his wings hard and fast. He didn't look behind him, just looked ahead. He lavished the feeling of the wind through his hair and wings, he loved how the air tasted and the smell of a rainstorm about to come. Freedom was so close he could practically taste it.

He heard angry shouts behind him. Soon, he heard a blaring alarm. It seemed they noticed his disappearance. No matter. He was so close to the fence, so... close. BZZZ! His anklet buzzed and sent an immense amount of pain through his body. Nagito screamed and stopped flapping. He started falling. Right where they wanted him. They would catch him. They would drag him back
inside kicking and screaming, then punish him for trying to escape.

No! He couldn't let that happen. He needed to get out. So Nagito sucked in a breath, and continued flapping, trying to ignore the pain. As he flew and neared the fence the shocks got worse and worse but he ignored them. No pain, no gain, right? He knew when he got far enough away, the anklet wouldn't have enough range anymore to shock him.

The Guards started shooting at him. Nets, bullets, anything that would bring him down and out of the sky. But, a while back, the Doctors had taught Nagito how to dodge in the air, and he had been quite good at it so dodging came to him with ease. And then, before he knew it, he was over the fence.

Adrenaline pumped through Nagito's veins and sweat drenched him and pain and aches racked his body but that didn't matter. He was free. Or so he thought. After he got a little ways away, the anklet finally got out of range and stopped shocking him. He was glad. The shocks were almost getting unbearable.

As he continued to fly however, he looked to the ground and to his horror, he was being followed. And these weren't rinky dink cars. They were tanks. Tanks with nets instead of guns. But Nagito also saw a few guns. They were going to bring him down by any means necessary. Nagito took a gasp of breath and started beating his wings harder than he had ever before. Then
the nets started shooting, multiple at a time. Up, down, up, left, it was getting tougher to dodge these nets. But it was manageable.

Well it was until the shower of bullets. Bullets were different then nets. Nets were big and slow, easy to see and avoid. But bullets were small and extremely fast, a bit harder to avoid. One bullet hit Nagito in his side. He gave a cry of pain and slowed, pressing his hands against his side as if putting pressure on it would stop the pain. He heard cheers below him. He desperately tried staying in the air as he held his side. This wasn't the worst pain he'd ever experienced, the School had put him through so much hell in his seventeen years of life, but it wasn't fun.

"Give it up fifty-five! Come back home! You don't belong in the real world!" One of the Doctors below him screamed. That was the tipping point. The push Nagito needed. His name was not fifty-five. His name was Nagito. Nagito Komaeda. And he did not give up. Ever.

With that, he shot away, quick as a rocket. He'd been able to reach up to sixty miles per hour, he wanted to see if he could beat that. He flew and flew and flew, not looking below or behind him. Just looking forward.

Soon, he got far, far away from the School, and he never wanted to come back. But he was also extremely woozy and light headed. His adrenaline rush had subsided, he had lost a lot of blood, and was in a lot of pain. The edges of his vision became fuzzy as he lost altitude, quickly. He came closer and closer to the ground. No! He needed to keep going! He wasn't safe yet, the School could still... find him. He couldn't give up freedom... this easily.

Those were his last thoughts before his body had enough. Nagito closed his eyes, ready to die, as he fell unconscious and plummeted out of the sky.