I felt bare with my wings out and unhidden from human eyes. My hood had been ripped off from my hunters. I'm always on the run. No one ever stopped to help me. There pounding feet grew louder on the surface of the cliff.
The edge I was standing on was the edge to a 152 foot drop. I speed my wings and leaned forward, falling off the edge. Even when I am on the run, I still adore the feeling I get of the air beneath my wings.
My wings automatically pushed themselves up and down continuously.
I felt free.
Then the net came around my wings. I was instantly free falling through the open air. I looked down seeing hunters below me.
I heard screams not knowing that they were my own.
I plummeted straight down at an astonishing speed. The ground came ever closer, and then just stopped falling. Someone had grabbed the net.
Wet tears soaked my face. I thought I was going to die. I looked up at my saver.
He had long black hair in a ponytail, and what I could see of black eyes. His wings were pitch black. They spread about 14 feet across.
The hunters that were below us lunged upward.
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting from the exhilaration.
I've had this dream for the past month now.
I flung the comforter off of me.
I can't get rid of this guy my head made up.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, so that they rested flat on the cold wooden floor.
His eyes just enchanted me.
I stood up to walk over to the window that I cherished so much.
Why did a person I made up make me feel butterflies?
I looked down on the ground to see what I could get from my garden.
I see strawberries, grapes, kiwi, watermelon, okra, corn, and I see a wild chicken walking around.
I kept looking feeling like something was going to happen.
A shadow passed along the ground.
What the...
Its probably an eagle, I mean there is a river right there.
I was so focused on the shadow that I didn't see the guy the from my dream crash through my window.
Before I knew it he had me pinned to the ground.
His body pressed up against mine, with his left leg in between my legs and his right leg on the outside of my left leg. His hands were pressing mine down above my head.
With this, very awkward, position I could tell he was lean but had a lot of muscle.
"Ummmm... Could you please get off me?", I asked quietly, secretly blushing inside.
He gracefully stopped pressing his body to mine and got up.
He put out his hand, offering to help me up. I gratefully took it, wincing a little while straightening.
He noticed this.
"Are you okey?", his voice was laced with concern.
No. I'm not. I think I got glass in my back.
"Yeah. I'm fine.", I replied.
"No, your not. I k ow when something is wrong with someone."
"No. I'm fine."
"Take off your shirt.", he ordered.
"Why would I do that?"
"I'm going to check your back. Now, take off your shirt."
I turned around, crossed my arms and reached down. Taking the edge of my shirt in my hand, I pulled it up trying not to make my back worse.
When I got to the very top of my back, I pulled it off quickly.
My white wings unfolded slowly.
"Wow. This is bad.", he said in a monotone voice.
"Ya think!", I lashed out.
He used the edges of wings to get the pieces of glass out.
I winced every time the sharp edges touched my bare back.
Something cold came in contact with my right wing. I flinched.
"What is that on my wing?", I asked frightened.
"My hand.", he replied.
"Why is your h....hand so...so co....cold?", I stuttered when he took a piece of glass out of my blood-soaked back.
"I have been in the air all day."
"Oh.... D...d....did you h...ha.....have.... fun?"
"No."
"Wh...why?"
"If I told you I would have to kill you."
"Are you almost done?"
"There's about 20-30 pieces of glass left."
"Could you please hurry up!"
"Sure"
He finished pulling out the last piece of glass and he cleaned my back up. He gazed it and made me lay down to make the thriving go away.
He sat on my vanity chair. Making sure I go to sleep.
Finally, I drifted into a dark, soundless, and dreamless sleep.
