League of all {peterick& other}

Angels like walking streets.

Tyler's Pov

I ran away.

I wasn't kicked out by my family. No I ran after I'd had enough of their constant words. Hurtful words.

The streets became my playground. I slept when I wanted, ate when I wanted played when I wanted and learned a great deal along the way. While out on the street I kept my wings hidden but when night fell let's just say I let all hell break lose. I found that flying and black wing wasn't all I was capable of. I could walk up to a person look into their eyes and instantly channel their most depressing memories moments and thoughts until they couldn't handle it fainted.

I could never use it to kill anyone. I may have been depressed and possibly a slight bit sour but not cruel or murdering. I mean yeah I tested my power on a few people but they were bad people. Pedophiles.

When I was twelve I found an abandoned house. It had two bedrooms a kitchen with a stove that still works and a bathroom. I made that place my home. I brought things there from my many adventures on the street and personalized it to the fullest. I had my own life away from the normal people. I loved that life but it was soon taken.

By men in long jackets and masks. They took me away from everything I loved. Put me into a solitary cell well below whoever else's lives they'd ruined. I had minim human contact in fact I think I went one whole year without human contact. How they did it, I think they watched me through the two side mirror.

I have to admit I was envious of the people above sure they might have lived in cell but I'm sure they still had human interaction. I often wondered if those upstairs knew about me or if they even cared. Not that it would do me any good if they did.

Josh's Pov

This may come as a surprise but I didn't have parents and if I did they were never apart of my life and when I say never I mean never. I have had my wings for as long as I can remember.

My first memory was me walking around the south of the city looking for food in trash cans. Such a childhood memory and the sad thing is I have dozens more just like it. I spent the days in the abandoned apartment building nothing to fancy. At night I would wonder the streets not being mischievous but rather being curious.

But I did learn a lot about my powers on the way. I call them powers many would call it a mutation. I found I could put people to sleep. With the wave of a hand. I lived a life of luxury sure it was on the street but I loved it and didn't know any different. I even had a pet ferret. Not the most popular choice I know but I still loved her. I found her near a storm drain. I don't know how she got there but she did so I kept her and named her "Fable".

She died when I turned eleven. I mourned her for the first time ever I mourned. It didn't help that three months after that three men cornered me in an alley and took me to a place I called a prison they called it a research facility.

I made some friends over the 6 years I've been here, Ryan being my best one he can walk through any solid object.

Ryan's Pov

My life is the most cliché of all. I grew up in a Christian town. When I was five I accidentally walked through a wall right to my brother's room. Which was always locked. Boy was he surprised when he found his five year old brother had been watching him and his secret boyfriend make out for three minutes. Lots of things happened that night. My brother yelled at me for what felt like hours, until I promised not to tell mum or dad about Vince.

It got worse when I was seven and my parents saw it happen. That is when it got utterly out of hand. My parents thought I was possessed and had an exorcism. Which didn't work because my powers were not caused by God or Satan. But rather my DNA had mutated over time.

And when none of their attempts worked they not only gave up trying but gave up me to. Instead of ending up in a home for boys. Where I took my second name because I found it rather unfitting to have my father's name when he wanted nothing to do with me.

I spent nearly three years there until one day I was told that someone wished to adopt me. But when I got there I found no nice couple or overly lonely adult. Instead before me stood two men in black lab coats. What was it they said to me again oh yes 'you will be much happier with us'.

To my disappointment I wasn't happier. Living in a cell did not make me happier, rarely going anywhere to socialize, and being consistently bombarded with tests and needles. Did not make me happier than I was in the boy's home.

I never really understood what about us the "mutants" that scared people so much. Was it we could have more power figuratively and literally than they ever would? Or was it simply that they liked sticking needles into people?

Josh he was someone I met during my time at the "research facility". Apparently I was the only person he had ever told his name the entire time he had been here. The others called him Red because of his red wings which I found fascinating.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This just occurred to me I may not be able to get all my ideas out in one story.

But don't worry if it comes to that I will make a sequel.

I would never leave ya hanging like that.

And yes the story should be starting properly ( not prologue)

Soon

-K