Broken Wings

Snow

A light powder could be seen from every window in town; a storm was brewing about 10 miles to the south. The news had said a snowstorm was coming- but of course, the news around here always exaggerates. No wonder nobody paid any mind when the blonde anchor had spoke of a huge storm of snow. She specifically told everyone to stay indoors; but, everyone had "things to do", and "places to be". Allie was thankful just to move out of the neighborhood. It wasn't much, with its creaky houses, and broken sidewalks- but to most- it was home. Allie- more formally known as Allison- decided to try to head through the storm. She closed the trunk of her old- but well cared for- Peugeot 408 with a sigh. The moving truck had left the day before, and all Allison had now was a suitcase full of sweaters and jeans.

Allie started the car and bid her grumpy, old, neighbor goodbye. He had cheated on his wife many years ago, and couldn't afford to live anywhere better. He would usually sit on his lawn chair while reading a newspaper over his yellowing yard. He had a great distaste for Allison, but she never took it to heart; he disliked most everyone- as far as she could see anyways.
As Allie backed out if her cracked driveway, she noticed the snow become heavier. "I gotta go, now." Allie sighed as she sped down the road.

The wind whipped her dark brown hair around, Allie quickly rolled up the window before any more snow got in her car. Her father had been her only family for a while now- her mother had died of cardiovascular failure two years ago. Allie blamed it on all the fast food- the grease and chemicals sickened her. Her father is said to have a heart attack while driving- even though Allison didn't want to, she accepted fate. He had left her everything- Allison was an only child and officially had no family left. Thinking about her father, Allison began to wonder how she would go; would she kick the bucket?- Or would she bite the dust?

Allison stared down at the black, leather, steering wheel, her grip tightened- her knuckles whitened- and she felt her nails dig into her hand. Allison glared daggers into the wheel... THONK... A loud, dull noise made Allie snap her head back up at the windscreen. Allie pulled over in a hurry, hoping for the best.

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"One last death tonight." The Grim reaper sighed to Dicarius. Grim fixed his hood, and Dicarius stretched his wings. "It's gonna be snowing, good luck flying!" Dicarius scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine... Don't slip like last time." And with that Dicarius turned into his crow form and took off.

Dicarius felt the snow roll off of his feathers like waves. Then, the light, powder began to fall even heavier. After a while, Dicarius couldn't see a thing. The trees reached up as if to grab him. He lowered to fly towards the ground, following a road which would lead to town. Even though he was closer to the ground, the snow continued hitting him harshly. Dicarius closed his eyes for a moment; not like he could see two inches in front of his beak anyways. Suddenly, Dicarius could hear a faint- very, very faint 'whirring'. He tried to open his eyes, but the snow clustered and clouded his vision. The 'whirring' got louder and louder; Dicarius realized- it was an engine. That engine wasn't 'whirring' anymore- it sounded like 'roaring'! Dicarius straightened his wings planning to fly upwards, but on his take off, his body collided with something solid. Time seemed to slow down as Dicarius felt pain- oh the dull, dull- pain. He felt his body roll over the top of what seemed like a car. He fell on the cold hard ground. Snow peacefully fell on Dicarius's limp body. He could feel a dull throbbing- he couldn't tell if it was his heart beating or the shock of the collision. The last bit of his adrenaline faded away, and a sharp pain came along. Dicarius winced and dark spots clouded his vision. Eventually, everything was dark, quiet, and numb.