A Different Love

Monster

                  

A/N: Slanted writing means it's Bloodwing is speaking

I woke up in a really bad mood. I don't know why, maybe its like that saying 'woke up on the wrong side of the bed'.

I got out of bed and opened my bedroom door looking to see if Shane were awake. His door was closed which meant he was still asleep. I walked down the hallway in my pink socks and into the kitchen.

Considering he made me a nice dinner last night I decided on surprising him with breakfast. Now, what does Shane like... I don't want to make eggs and bacon because that's what we had last night so it was either pancakes, waffles, or French toast. I'm kind of in a French toast mood so let's go with that.

I waddled over to the fridge and grabbed the necessities; eggs, milk and vanilla. I then turned to the pantry to grab the cinnamon and bread.

I hopped my bad mood wouldn't effect my cooking.

I continued making breakfast and when I finished I was actually really proud of what I had done.

On each plate there was two pieces of the fluffy breakfast covered in maple syrup, icing sugar, strawberries and lightly dusted with cinnamon.

Grabbing a tray from under the sink I placed each plate on carefully and grabbed two sets of forks and knives. I carefully made my way down the hall and opened the door to Shane's room where he was sleeping peacefully.

"Shane..." I whispered trying to wake him.

"Shane! get up!" I yelled not too patient this morning.

"Wh-what!?" Shane jumped up and ended up knocking the tray -and breakfast- all over me.

My face was full of shock and anger. Great! What a perfect fucking start to the morning! Fucking perfect!

"Oh my god Lucas I'm so sorry!" Shane yelled jumping up and put his arms out in what looked like a motion to help me, but I didn't care. I was out the door before he could say anything else.

I ran out the front door and down the street. The air was freezing and I was still in my Pj's but I didn't care. I was too far gone to care. I could feel the searing hot pain on my back right next to my shoulder blades. I'm changing, and I'm too far gone to stop it. I ran for the up ahead forest.

I could feel my shirt rip and I screamed out in pain. I was turning into Bloodwing and as cheesy as it sounds I have no control.

Giant obsidian wings sprouted from my back ripping my shirt all the way off. Black swirls circled my chest and somehow my clothes managed to change. I was now in black pants and a black shirt which had slits allowing my wings out. A feathered mask was paced over my face.

"Destroy..." I mumbled. My former self locked away in the depths of my brain.

I stretched my wings out and smirked at the feeling. I was free.

I few up above the tree line and made a bee line to the main city. I could see the terror on the citizens faces. It brought me joy. I dropped down into the middle of the city and smiled menacingly at the people around me.

"Prepare for the worse" I said calmly as I summoned fire from my hands. My own fire can not hurt me it is my own power therefor it's me. I let out a wave of fire around my body and I could here the terrified screams of others. the screams of pain and agony. I smiled.

I walked through the fire and torched anything in my way; Cars, People, Animals. It didn't matter.

I flew up to the top of the statue in the public park and called out to get everyone's attention.