Broken Wings (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Burning. Ripping pain shoots through my whole body. I feel the burning on my back and wings.

The wind is hitting my face and my arms are flailing at my sides trying to stop the uninventive destination.

My eyes burn from the wind blowing in my face at high speeds.

I try to prepare myself before I hit earth.

But the pain is making me not think straight.

I see the ground coming in fast and my body tenses.

I hit the ground and everything goes black before I could feel anything.

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I blink my eyes as I feel the warmth of the sun on my cheeks.

I see blue and white in my vision. The sky?

I sit up. I turn my head and see I'm in a forest. Forest?

That's when I see a humans walking around.

Am I on earth?

I stand up and look down. I'm wearing some place trousers and white shirt with white shoes.

I feel a pull towards the right side of the rode. I walk in that direction. I keep walking feeling the pull, pull me towards something unknown.

I hear the crunch of twigs and leaves as I walk on them.

I don't understand. Why am I here?

Am I on a mission?

I look around and see no one. I breath in and feel the warmth of my angel glow. I look at my shadow and I see my wings.

My eyes grow big as I stagger back as I weaken the light.

My wings.

Their... Broken.

I take a deep breath trying to calm down but it's not working.

I feel something pumping fast in my chest.

I put my hand over it and feel it is my heart.

Am I human?

No I just saw my wings so I must be still part angel.

But why?

What did I do?

I continue walking as I feel the pull tighten to go quicker.

I can't fly.

So I guess everything will be on foot.

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I click something inside and I turn invisible to the human eye. I walk towards a street where the pull is strongest.

I blink at the sunlight.

I feel myself being tugged again and I turn to the left and walk down the road.

This is a small town. I see. The whole walk only took 20 minutes and I already walked the whole town.

I'm still invisible so I keep walking past humans of all ages.

I see houses that have two stories or one. They go from peach to white. They are all wooden and kind of old looking.

I see a sign and it says Carrie lane.

I see a White House and the tug now is stronger than before. I feel myself being transporter inside.

I am inside a room. A boys room I believe. It has picture on the walls and a bed with black covers. The room is quite dirty also. It is full of clothes on the floor and chair. The closet is open and I see clothes that are mostly black or white.

I hear the door open and shut quietly. I turn around and met with a boy throwing his bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes.

He has brown hair and blue eyes. His skin is a golden color and I am captivated. He grabs he is about to change when someone slams the door open.

I see a man standing at the door. I also see the boy stiffen an kind of slouch into himself.
Like trying to hide himself. I feel a tug inside me to hug him or to protect him.

The man steps into the room and I see the boy gulp.

"Louis. Why did your teacher call and say you weren't doing any of your work in class?"
The man says calmly. But it feels like a threat. Like he is going to do something horrible.

I see louis kind of cower away from the man and I get another feeling. A feeling I don't understand.

"I... Err-"

"Speak boy!" The man booms

"I- I am doing the w-work" louis stammers

I see the man stalk towards Louis and grab him by his hair and bring him to his face. Louis tries to move his head back but the mans hand stops him from moving it without hurting himself. Wincing at the assault the man is doing to Louis. I look away before the first blow happens and I hear the cry out of pain next. I can't intervene but I wish I could. Walking to the window and look up at the now cloudy sky. I now know my mission on earth is even if it is not the quest I am on. The door slam shut and I turn around and see Louis on the floor with wet cheeks from his tears. He is moving his arms trying to get up but just slumps down back on the floor. I crouch down when he is trying to get up again and I nudge him a bit. He finally stands up and walks to the bathroom. I hear the water go on and I flash out of the room and stare at the house.

I know what I am going to do. I am going to protect that boy if it is the last thing I do. Even if it takes all my grace away.