D. Gray Wing

Prologue: Capture

“There he is!” a guard shouted as he spotted me. I ran from the alley and found a rusty ladder. “God, what the hell do these people want with me?!” I thought, climbing frantically. “He’s climbing up on the Ladder, send in the avian troop!” I heard him squawk on his walkie talkie. What the bleeding frack was an avian troop? Concentrate, Noah…. First let’s figure out a way to get away from these creeps. As I finally got up onto the roof I saw a window of opportunity, literally. Wide open and merely 10 feet away from me. “And they said free running would never be useful.” I scoffed to myself. One of the many wonders of London. I started to get a running start and before I got to chance a leap a muscular figure landed in front of me. He was around 6’6 as I could tell, had black spiky hair, and had red bloodshot canine eyes, almost like that of a wolf.

“Well hello there, little man.” Said the creep, grinning from ear to ear. I caught a glimpse of his of his blood caked teeth. “I believe your coming with me.” He said, as he slowly reached towards my throat.

“Screw you!” I pushed him away, causing him to fall off the building. “Well that was easier than I thought.” I thought, dusting off the saliva from my white hoodie jacket. Just then, I heard a sudden ‘whoosh!’ come from the ground below. I looked below to see that nothing was there. Ok, I was starting  to get creeped out. I ran back to the ladder, only to hear the sounds of footsteps approching. “Shite!” I cursed, running towards the edge of the building, ready to jump through the window. That is, until a big hairy palm grabbed me by the neck, causing me to lose my breath. I looked to see that it was the same canine man who I pushed off the building! Except that he looked more like a wolf than a man. And he had bloody wings to add insult to injury!

“Nice try, boy. But there’s no escaping the School.” He proclaimed to me. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a needle with some pink liquid goo inside of it. Great, I frickin hate needles. “Wha- What the hell are you gonna do with that?” I asked the wolf-man, still holding the needle in his hairy grasp. He said nothing then grinned evilly and stuck it in my arm, injecting the liquid into my bloodstream. I cringed as I felt the goo rush into my blood stream.

“I just injected you with 2 millimeters of horse tranquilizer. Sweet dreams, boy.” The wolf boy said, still smirking at me. As I tried to fight unconsciousness, I heard him say these last words.

“This is Ari Batchelder. I have the exorcist’s son. I repeat. I have Noah Cross.”