Winged

Chapter 2

Homeroom was different today: Michael felt somehow different. He felt an odd presence, he thought in that same moment, Why do I feel an odd sense of danger? The homeroom bell rang and everyone scrambled out of the door. He walked to his locker to grab his English binder and he started to walk to English class. His childhood bully locked aim with his eyes. Oh god, It's Anthony Smith.

"Hi, shit face."

"I don't have time for you today."

Anthony throws a punch in Michael's face. The capacity of the punch caused Michael's nose to bleed. He ran away, cowering in fear. The hallway split into two corners, he ran to the one where nobody has ever set foot in. He sat down, expecting the most from nothing. Michael felt his nose. It certainly was bloody. He looked around, shifting the direction of the blood.

"Michael... Don't be afraid..."

"What was that?"

"Use your wings..."

Michael looked around, only to find out that nobody was there. A sinister feeling overtook Michael as he stood in that unused hallway. The lights barely worked in this hallway and normally it would be barricaded off from the rest of the school. There is a small shaft leading down to the school's basement. Michael looked up, only to see red, hollow eyes locking with his.

What is that? Michael thought to himself. He got up to get a closer look, when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He slowly turned around, only to see the principal standing there, Anthony standing next to him.

"You are coming with me, Mr. Caius." The principal dragged him along the hallway to his office. He opened the door, and shoved Michael down in a chair. "I heard you punched Anthony!" "Sir, that's not true. He punched me! And my nose.." "I don't believe it. You can spend the rest of the day in detention." The principal escorted Anthony to class. "What the fuck...", Michael muttered.