Chiron Academy

Chapter 1: A Robbery

The moon was high in the sky as a wind blew across the city. A white streak shot across the skyline.

"You can't possibly think you'll get away with this," yelled the streak.

Beneath him, a car sped away, tires screeching as they skidded around a corner. The figure in the sky slowed, giant wings behind him stretching wide to catch the air, then flapping quickly to follow the direction of the car.

"Because it really looks like you think you'll get away with this," he continued, a little less confidently. "Y'know, like, just to the untrained eye."

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Inside the car, the roar of the speeding car's engine was drowned out by a song on the radio. 

"-a not so very ordinary girl or name, but who's to blame-" the song slowly crooned. Its lackadaisical tone clashed harshly with the stress felt within the car.

"Will you shut that off?" shouted a woman in the back seat. "I can't even hear myself think."

A man in the passenger seat was hyperventilating, his face consumed with terror. He was a scrawny man, long and thin. His skeletal fingers were racked in a vice-like grip on the door handle. 

The driver, a thick-set man with a crooked nose, squinted out into the streetlights' blaring light,  trying to pick out the flying man's frame against the maze of skyscrapers around them.

"This was the wrong night," the woman in the back seat raved. "I told you that a hundred times. But you said it was a sure thing. You said there was supposed to be minimal security-"

The driver made no response. If he could hear her at all over the chaos in the car, he gave no indication. His eyes were riveted to the road. 

Suddenly, the driver swore loudly:  headlights from a speeding car were glaring through the windows on the right side of the car. 

 The driver pulled the e-brake and cranked the steering wheel hard, shifting the car just enough to avoid a collision with two oncoming cars.

They must have run a red light, the woman thought. In all of the excitement, she hadn't been paying attention. All of her thoughts were directed far above them, focused on the flying man behind them.

"Come on, come on, come on," he whispered, his eyes scanning frantically for their pursuer in the rearview mirror.

"Do you think they're gone? The super type?"  the woman in the back seat asked. "Did we lose them?"

The driver did not respond. He just continued to swear, quietly under his breath.

The woman looked back through the window looking for any sign of the winged person. She didn't see it. Him? Whatever it was. 

She strained her ears to listen; maybe she could pick out the sound of the giant wings waving in the air.

She wasn't really sure what she expected giant wings to sound like. Could she hear anything?

All she could hear was the roar of the engine, the ragged breaths of the man in the passenger seat and the slow song that continued to emanate from the car radio. 

"-tripped the light and danced together to the moon-"  it crooned.

To the woman, it almost seemed to mock the deadly seriousness of the situation. The muttering of the driving served as a counter beat, and the heavy gasps of the man in shotgun drove it almost to a mad symphony.

Seconds passed. There was no sign of the man with wings. 

"...Maybe we lost him?" She thought aloud.