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Chapter One: Broken Chains

     I sat in my chair, around me was stacks of books, manga's, and DVD's that were way overdue at the library. I reached my hand into a bag of salt & vinegar chips; my black raven like wings circled around me. Soft and warm like a heating blanket. These wings are a curse.
     It happened on December 24, Christmas Eve. When I was out for a walk, I met her... She wore a black cape but her black hair peeked out from the sides. She looked to be 50 or 60, the only thing that bugged me was her moonlit black wings... She looked me dead in the eyes and told me something I'll never forget...
     "You're next..." she mumbled to me before she dissolved into black dust that flew towards me. When I woke up... I was different... I had wings.
     As I reached for another chip, I herd the phone ring. "Holy Fuck.." I mumbled. That phone gave me a mini heart attack. As I got up, my wings folded onto my back. As I reached for the phone, I tripped over some of the DVD's, "Shit.." I said before looking at my foot. It started to bleed, before long the wound started to close... "Being able to heal fast kinda sucks." I told myself. When I picked up the phone, a mans voice spoke,
     "Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?" He said, "well if you can hear me, that's good." He told me.
     "Yes I can and also this better be worth my
wile because I almost died getting over to the phone." I told the man.
     "Well..." he mumbled, "my name is Ren Johnson, I work for an old friend of yours, his name is Archer, Archer Blake." Ren said. Archer... all this time I didn't know if he was dead or alive. He disappeared without a trace.
     "Archer Huh..." I mumbled to myself.
"Well yes, he locked himself in a room and said he would only come out of his office if a girl named Logan Steal would come and see him. We didn't know what he was talking about until I did a background check on you." He told me.
     "Oh... Okay..." I said, there was a long pause before Ren told me that he needed me to come to Archer's office. I didn't know what to say, he hadn't talked to me for about 7 years. When I meet him I was only 12... but now I'm 19 years old. Archer would be 21 by now.
     "Well fine then..." I said, "come get me and I'll get him out of his office." I told Ren.
     "Are you sure?" He asked, "you don't have to if you don't want to." Ren told me like he was worried.
     "Yes, now come and get me, I'll send you my address." I said and then hung up.