SOAR - More Like Us

CHAPTER 1

AARON

I soared through the air, in and out of canyons. It felt amazing, wind gushing through my long, blonde, hair. Freedom. I thought to myself. The bright orange ground and sand reflecting the bright sunlight. I banked a little to the right, dropping and downstroking my wings, lifting back up. There could be absolutely nothing better than this. But wait. Something was missing.
Boooom!
a piercing, deafening sound cut through. I folded my wings and dropped to the ground, kneeling and covering my ears.
"Aaron!" This voice, called out to me, "Aaron get up now, please!" It yelled again. Shoot. I forgot. I'd fainted and fallen thousands of feet.
I cracked my eyes open and instinctively, shut them from the sun. I slowly squinted my eyes open once more and there she was. Sobbing, watching my face in hope, was Snow.
"What happened?" I was able get out. The two worried bird boys rushed up to me and hugged me on the grass. Snow let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. I sat up trying to map our surroundings.
"Someone darted you," Snow began, pulling out an inch sized dart. I grabbed it and read the words "Jonah's tactical armory" whoever did this clearly wanted me dead.
"How am I alive?" I managed to ask.
She twirled her finger in her hair, "I caught you." Snow answered, her face flushed.
"This dart, it came from an armory," I informed, still wobbling side to side, the world steadying into place, "We'll start there," the pack leaned closer as to my voice being worn and raspy, "first we head home, patch up. Got it?" They nodded. Just -who would want me dead? Maybe one of the scientists whom we'd escaped from? Or some jealous jerk who came from the public. Either way, whoever did it, wouldn't like what happened next.

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I flew on Snows back, my arms wrapped around her waist. Her wingspan about three meters across, beautifully fluffing with every stroke. My face heated for a little, but just for a little, as I snapped back into place like a magnet. We were going back home, which was a little cottage down south. We've been flying for about five hours, having crossing into an entirely different state, we were kind of far. We landed on the hill our cottage was on. Look, we had stuff, but that doesn't mean we bought it. Like par example, the Nintendo Switch patrick busted out of a Gamestop, and a cute dress snow had taken from a clothing store, but never wore. And the food, we mainly hunted and all, but for processed foods, we go to the store to steal some, such as a couple of hours ago, we just stole cereal from walmart. Speaking of which, I do believe that we left it. We patched up and took back to the endless blue sky. I was now able to fly again, and my wings were finally free-moving, so I could relax and just focus on-- KILLING THIS EFFING IDIOT, WHO TRIED TO KILL ME!

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