"Holy shit! No wonder you didn't talk to Alexis. She would have killed you. What are you going to do?" Ami started to float. She sometimes did that when she was thinking really hard or she was high strung.
"I don't know. I have a project with Matt, and Danny is my best friend and now ex-boyfriend. What can I do? I feel like fricking Bella from Twilight."
"I think you should try the silent treatment. Or maybe you could slap them both. Or kick them in the balls. Or hit them with balls... you really do have some options." Theonda's attempt at humour failed miserably.
"I'd rather not get put under dorm arrest. No matter what though, you can't tell anybody. I don't want a whole popular versus unpopular feud going on like last year. That was a disaster." They both momentarily recalled the large talent battle that broke every bone in a young talent's body. And it was all over a popular girl being swept off her feet and out of her popular boyfriend's arms into the unpopular arms. The popular boy was jealous that he had been out-wowed by such a simple talent known as 'I can control the clouds. Not the weather. Just the clouds.'.
Ami Shuddered.
"He never was the same... was he?" Theonda pondered.
"Nope." The moon peaked out.
"Damn, I gotta go, the Bird people are holding a moonlight meeting tonight . Best of luck, but I gotta fly." Theonda began to sprout golden feathers all down her body in a wave. Her chest expanded and her fingers melded as her wings began to appear more slowly than before. Her golden hair swooped up into a flick of feathers atop her head and a brown eggshell coloured beak began it's growth. She knocked of her slippers she had tossed on moments ago as her feet split themselves into three, her nails matching her beak and elongating into talons. Her heel reached to a point as yet another talon appeared. Her dark eyes glinted as she molted some of her new feathers and cracked her neck. She winked before the wind blew the window open and she escaped into the glittering night.
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It burned. Her throat burned. She couldn't remember her name, her age, her life, her home, her friends; not a thing. The only thing she knew was that her throat burned and the only way it could stop was if she got a hold of the thing outside her door. She hadn't even noticed herself speak its name, couldn't recall herself calming her eyes in the veil she threw at him. She didn't remember why he let her out, or how she knew him, or why she felt a pain in her chest as she ripped open the strait jacket that bound her, and sank her claws into his surprised face. But what she didn't understand the most was why she let him go and went for the other thing in the room. Or why she blacked out before she reached the... nurse.
She awoke with that thought the next morning. She went after a nurse. Her second thought was way she couldn't sit up, and couldn't move at all. Her third thought was a jumble of rushing messages involving escape and surprisingly, Benjamin.
"Benjamin? Somebody? Hello? What-" a woman walked up beside the table where Sara was being held.
"How are you feeling? Thirsty?" She tried to turn her head to the lady, but could not. She merely glanced at her,
"Um... yes. Do you have a diet coke?" The woman... smiled? Sara couldn't tell. She heard a small laugh escape the lady's lips. Then felt a straw touch hers. She sucked and tasted the familiar drink's taste, with something else. She stopped drinking and spat out the straw.
"What the-"
"This is your favourite drink mixed with a thing we call C.S.F.; Cellular Synthetic Fluids. Some creatures, such as yourself need certain cells to be added to their bodies so that they can live and prosper. Remember how sick you would get, how easily out-of breath you would be without normal blood doses or too much blood? Well, this replaces the white blood cells, the red blood cells, and even plasma. With a little of this every day, you could become almost human. Or that is the theory at least. After only 14 and a half hours and you can formulate intelligent speech and not have your throat burn." The woman spoke as if this was the cure for cancer. Sara had no idea how the lady knew about her throat, as true as it was. She wanted to know the full story of how she got onto the table like a frog set up for dissection.
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Simple Talents
Fantasy"Everyone on the planet has a talent", some can sing, some can do math at amazing speeds, some can get away with just about anything, but what happens when you are too good at what you do? You can sing so beautifully that people will follow you blin...
