My heavily beating heart was rapidly pounding tightly in my chest. Compared to what I’m used to this was absolutely nothing. The dogs howled angrily behind me as I continued to get faster and faster. They wanted me. They hungrily wanted my warm blood. I wouldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t. My feet pounded the ground roughly as I ran on harder and harder. My bare feet hit the uneven ground roughly and sharp rocks cut into the pads of my feet. Running on and on? No problem. Cuts on my feet? Nothing I couldn’t handle. Steep drop off of a cliff? Wait what? I roughly halted to a stop. Digging my heels deep into the hard ground. I came to a rough stop just at the edge of the steep cliff. I could hear the dog’s thunderous howling behind me getting louder and louder. My heart felt as if it were about to spring out of my chest and jump off the cliff itself. What was I to do? I turned around and could see the dogs just a few miles away. I looked back down over the cliff. It was now or never. I closed my eyes and let myself drop. I had made my decision. The air was rushing past me and filling my ears with a deafening howling tone. I was falling faster and faster. I opened my eyes only to have them burned with the rushing of the frigid air. I took a deep breath, though it was choking by all the heavily rushing air, and snapped open my wings. They caught the wind roughly and it hurt to move them. I cringed in slight pain as I began to pump my wings in a steady up and down movement. Soon enough I was flying. My beautifully golden wings shone brightly in the orange sun. I suddenly felt a sharp pain at the tip of my left wing. I whip myself around to see them behind me. I couldn’t tell what they were. They were basically these giant black blobs of nothing, but they had guns. I looked down and saw a red dot on my black t-shirt. I looked back up at the creatures and saw one of them fire. I turned around and began to fly up but was too late. The bullet had hit the center of my right wing and the sharp pain shot through my whole body. I began sinking down, down, down. I was done for....
