Fly Away

Chapter 10

R.P.O.V

I simply stare at the door for a good 5 minutes before August's words start to actually settle in.

He said we weren't all that different, what did he mean by that well he's gone so it couldn't have meant that much to him.

I stand up I'm sore and in pain but I can move so I should get going. As I walk it gets easier and the pain fades, by the time I get to the main town I feel fine.

First things first, I have to pee.

After solving that issue I change into a large hoodie and jeans and pull my wings as close to my body as possible with some pain, I wander the streets as I develop a mental map of the city. A few people look twice but quickly decide that I just look like Richard Grayson since Bruce Wayne's son would not be caught dead in such casual clothes, if only they knew.

I plan to stay in the apartment I woke up in from now until I can find a stable source of income and housing. I catalogue every now hiring, help wanted, for sale or for rent sign I see in the back of my head for later use.

The sun is setting as I decide my mental map has developed enough for today, and I start walking back to the apartment when an alarm rings through the noise of the city.

I follow the sound to find a jewelry store with the front glass broken in, I pull up my hood so it covers as much of my face as possible and go to the window inside. There is one thief who has forgone all the jewelry and gone straight to the register.

I throw my hands out in front of me sending a powerful gust of wind from behind me picking up glass shards as it goes. The thief dives behind the counter to avoid the glass, then when the wind stops he throws one hand up from behind the counter and before I can wonder what he's doing, a strong blast of wind hits me and blows my hood off. In my surprise that, holy crap he's like me and, holy crap my hood I send a precise gut at him blowing a piece of paper into his face to obscure his vision.

He reaches up and grabs the paper away with one gloved hand and looks at me, both our eyes widen in surprise and recognition.

"August?"

"Feathers?"