Journal entry 12
A man with wings has the ability to fly. A man with gills has the ability to breathe under water. A man with fur won't freeze in temperatures where other men will. Every man has the ability to make fun of those who are different, simply because they do not understand them. Man has the ability to be cruel. Those who are good will ignore the ability.*
When I walked through that doorway, I vaguely remember a bright light washing over me, and then I think I passed out. I didn't have any dreams, which was a nice surprise, since most of my dreams involve me harming others. But when I opened my eyes, and looked around, I noticed that I was lying down on a bed, naked. To my right there was a bedside table, with a pair of black jeans, a white t shirt, a black pair of shoes and white socks on top.
I was in a small room, with no windows. All the walls were a perfect white, and across the room from me, was a door. I get dressed, slightly surprised that everything fit me perfectly, and opened the door. Outside was a long, narrow corridor, with doors on the side. I tried to open a few of them, but they were all locked. So I did what I could, and followed the road.Towards the end of the corridor was another door, but what made this one different from the others, was that it has a sign saying "Nathan Enter". So I opened it and walk ithrough. Through the door, was a massive room. It was about the size of a football stadium, and the ceiling was seemingly endless. In the middle of the chamber was a man. I walk towards him, and he greets me with a huge smile.
"Hi!" he said with a loud, booming voice. "Welcome to the training facility. I'm Coach Ted. I'll be the one who shows you how to use and control your new powers, as well as introduce you to your new toys."
"Oh, cool," I said, surprised about how welcoming he is. "So what's first?"
"Well first I was thinking that we could look at your powers," he said, still with his huge smile. "Just make sure you do exactly as I tell you, you use your common sense, and don't do anything dangerous."
"Yeah, sure," I said. I still can't believe how welcoming he is. Almost no one has ever been this nice before, and it feels nice. "So what exactly are my powers?"
"Well, I'm glad you asked my boy," he said, clapping his hands together. Man, this guy is awesome. "You get your standard angel wings, you get to choose an element, as well as another power, and then we bring out the toys!"
"Wait, wings?" I asked shocked. "Really? Sweet!"
"That's right my boy!" he said, his grin widening. "You want try them first?"
"Hells yeah!" I said getting excited.
"Alright," he said, still smiling, but then turning more serious. "But I have to tell you the rules first."
"Yeah, that's cool," I told him, just wanting him to hurry up so that I can get my wings sooner.
"Ok, first up," he started, putting a finger up to signal one. "You don't use them, unless you absolutely need to, or there is no one around. Your charge can see them, but only after you've befriended her."
"Sweet, so don't show off, got it." I said, building up my excitement.
"Pretty much man," he said before putting a second finger up. "Next up, when you first get your wings, they reflect your personality, so just keep that in mind. And that's it!"
"Coolio, so no showing off, and they reflect my personality." I said, just wanting to try them out already.
"You got it dude," he said. "Now whip your shirt off. If you open up your wings while you wear a shirt, then you'll just end up tearing it to pieces."
"Ok, cool," I said, while taking off my shirt. "So when do I get them?"
"Right now," he said.I feel a sudden pain in my shoulder blades, like the bones are breaking, then repairing. It feels as though my shoulder blades are growing out. The intense pain is just too much, I fall to my knees on the floor, and shake like I'm having an epileptic fit. After at least half an hour of pure pain, just as the pain had started, it left just as quickly. I feel my back, drenched with my thick, hot blood. But it's tender to touch, so I instantly took my hand away, and studied the blood on my fingers.
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