Chased Into Submission

Chased Into Submission: Chapter One

Chased Into Submission: Chapter One

My blue wings beat furiously, trying to get away from the city. They hurt me. They did this to me. They created a monster in me. My chin length blue hair brushed against my cheeks as I whipped through the wind. My loose fitting white shirt trailed behind, flapping in the wind. My shoes were gone, jeans ripped, shirt ripped. I was lucky enough to have a white tank top underneath. My brother... was not so lucky. His usual black shirt was gone, jeans ripped, shoes gone. His black and blue wings beat simultaneously with mine, keeping the same steady beat. His short, black hair waved around viciously behind him, bluish black eyes shining as he laughed. His laughter was only drowned out by the wind whistling past our ears. They did this to us. They needed to pay.

I pushed the wind back with my 12 foot wings harder, trying to speed up my flight. Aaron kept up with me. He glanced over at me with a concerned look, then back at the sky. The night was clear, maybe a few clouds here and there but, mostly clear. Stars shined in the dull light of the half moon. The ocean water below us glistened, making me even more nervous than I was. I couldn't swim. I never learned how. Aaron didn't either. We were never taught, being the fact that we were raised in the School and were always either in test labs or in a white room, as we grew up. The White Coats treated us like shit. Excuse my French.

I blocked out every sound as I flew, lost in my thoughts. It was too late when I realized my brother was trying to get me to stop flying. We were flying right at other people, who seemed to also be half hybrid, half human, and I was heading right at one other person.

"IGGY!!!!" A girl yelled. "DROP!!!"

The boy I was heading for didn't drop quick enough. Chests up, wings folded, we collided, sending the both of us plummeting to the clear blue water beneath her. I folded my wing, feeling them disappear, and held onto the boy's arm for dear life. He didn't protest as he tried to stop falling but, his wings couldn't straighten out against the wind. We both hit the freezing cold water, sinking slowly. I held my breath, unable to bring myself up. My lungs burned, my body was freezing cold. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. Water filled my lungs as I breathed in, burning my throat.

I desperately tried to grasp onto something, which happened to be either someone's leg or arm. My grasp tightened, and then loosened as my strength faded. My body started sinking into the deep, dark ocean. My eyes started closing, which is surprising that I opened them, and my mouth opened slightly, letting more water get into my stomach and lungs. Air bubbles floated upwards around me. My wings curved around my petite body, the tips pointing towards the sky. I let my eyes fully close as I sank deeper. Soft shouting was heard above water but, hardly audible.

A hand grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the water. None of us could fly with wet wings. It was impossible. That only meant I was handed off to someone else. That's what it felt like as a strong pair of arms grasped me tightly, holding me against their chest.

Somehow, I was watching myself get carried. I was a spirit, ghost, I guess right now. My body wasn't breathing as the others, along with Aaron, who held my limp body tightly, flew to shore. I followed soundlessly, floating through t the air next to my body. The ocean got shallower as we came upon a deserted beach. Aaron set me down in the sand, and started doing CPR on me. I felt with every pump and breathe my spirit being pulled back to my body. An African-American girl was hugging a small, pale girl. The small girl's eyes were blue, and watering. Her hair was bleach blonde, slightly straight with a few curls. Her wings were a beautiful, pure white. The taller girl had black hair with some of her bangs bleached blonde. Her chocolate brown eyes matched her skin and wings. The boy I knocked into had strawberry blonde hair, light blue eyes, white wings, and a few tears streaming down his face, along with the African-American girl. A small boy, the exact copy of the small girl, stood next to the boy I knocked into. His blonde hair was short, above the ear, blue eyes sparkling with tears, and white wings dropping in sadness.

An older girl and boy stood off to the right, the boy was soaking wet, along with the one I knocked into, while the girl was dry. They boy had beautiful, black wings, black hair and black eyes. Only the irises were black. The girl had blonde hair, goldish brown eyes, and brown and white wings. She was also very beautiful.

I felt my spirit form being pulled into my body, the force of it even harder than the last. My brother gave one final push on my chest and one final breath given to me when my spirit went back into my body. I shot up, coughing out water onto my legs and the sand. I didn't waste any time to run to a nearby bush, conveniently, and throw up. I felt like my guts were being puked into the bush. I fell to my knees, still puking my guts out, and cried. As the last of my stomach acid shot out of my mouth, I stood up and backed away, wiping my mouth. Aaron rushed over as I fell to my knees again.

"Chase... Chase?! Can you hear me?!" He pretty much shouted.

"Be a little louder, would ya?" I retorted.

"Damn." Was all he said.

The other winged kids, and teens, walked over. I looked up at the boy I flew into. He gave a sly smile, and then frowned again. I looked down at the sand.

"I'm sorry for flying into you. I guess I got lost my thoughts, again." I apologized.

The boy laughed, half-heartedly. "It's fine. I'm Iggy, by the way." He introduced.

"I'm Chase and this is Aaron, my brother." I replied.

Aaron pouted. "I'm not five. I can introduce myself, ya know."

The oldest girl chuckled. "I'm Max. This is Fang, Gazzy, Angel, Nudge and Dylan." She introduced.

"Gazzy's full name is The Gasman. You don't want to know why." Fang explained.

"And Max is short for Maximum Ride." Gazzy replied.

Max noogied Gazzy's head, trapping him under her arm. Dylan, a blonde teen with blue eyes, a jacket, jeans and tennis shoes, watched, chuckling. I smiled, tears starting to escape my eyes. I looked down and closed my eyes. Aaron must've known because he knelt next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. Iggy knelt next to Aaron. I looked away from both of them, sitting on my knees with my back to them. Angel, who thought it would be the best time to read my mind, I guess that's her power, teared up, snuggling into Nudge.

"I'm so sorry, Chase. I'm so sorry." She whispered, running to me, crushing me in a hug.

I returned the gesture, trying not to cry in her shoulder. I let the tears fall but, no sound came out of my mouth. My throat burned. My eyes stung. My body was tired. I was a wreck.

Someone rubbed circles on my back. I shuddered. They stopped for a second before continuing. Angel smiled.

'Iggy's rubbing your back, Chase.' She said mentally.

'The strawberry, blonde kid?' I replied.

'Yes. By the way, he's blind. Just so you know.'

'That's sad...'

My tears were drying quickly, along with my salt water soaked body. The salt and sand stuck but, the water dried. My clothes, still ripped, were hanging by a thread. The undershirt was torn, showing a bit of my body... more like breasts... I pulled from Angel and smiled. She pointed, quietly, at my shirt and covered her own chest with her hands. I quickly covered mine, blushing. Angel chuckled and walked with me back to the others.

Max looked up from Fang at me, eyes full of sorrow. Fang gave a shrug. Gazzy and Nudge walked over, Gazzy kinda guiding Iggy. Dylan kept his distance, while my brother stood next to him. Both were in silence. I looked back at Max.

"We've got a lot of explaining, don't we?"

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