Fly Away

Chapter 9

R P.O.V

I try to open my eyes, but as they flutter slightly open a blinding glare fills them and I slam them shut again, it takes a few more tries before the light becomes mostly tolerable and I try to sit up.

I look around and I'm in an old, dusty apartment with peeling wallpaper that looks like it could have been cream colored in its better days. The light from before is sunlight streaming in through a dirty window with a noticeable crack in it. There is a slow creaking behind me which I can only assume is a door, on instinct I try to whirl around and face whoever just walked in, but as I try to turn a sharp pain sears up my right wing into my shoulder.

Crap, my wings.

I try to pull them in and make them as small as possible, but when I do the pain becomes unbearable. Whoever just walked in the door says, "I've already seen them don't worry. I wouldn't have taken the time to dig the bullet out if I was going to hurt you now would I? Please stay calm." Judging by his voice (I haven't actually turned around yet) male 15 to 16 and surprisingly calm seeing as there is a teen with bird wings right in front of him. Wait, what did he say, bullet so that gunshot was me, I was shot, great.

He comes and kneels at my side, he is tan with dirty blond hair that is almost brown, his eyes I notice are deep green as he looks at me, he says, "My name is August porter and were not so different will you let me help you?" I nod and he reaches out for my wing, I try to pull it away, but it is painful, a slight breeze picks up in the room.

There is a bandage around the base of my right wing, the tee-- August slowly unwraps the bandage all the while telling a story that I can't quite hear but I understand, like the white noise superboy watched in the cave. August checks my wound and starts to rewrap the bandage, "What's your story" he says. "It's not important" is my only response. It's probably classified anyway thanks Dad.

He seems to accept my response, and he puts some food in front of me, it's not much but I am famished. I take some and offer the rest to him, he takes an apple leans back onto his elbows and starts eating, how can he be so relaxed. Once he finishes the apple he sits up and says, "You heal fast, you'll be up and out of here in no time"

He stands up and leaves, as the door slams shut I notice the apple core sitting upright on the dusty floor.