Evolve

Chapter 3

((Author's note: chapters are purposefully out of order. Happy reading!))

Chapter Three

It was a nice day. A Saturday, with a light breeze and temperatures in the high 70s. I'd been in the park all day, just listening. To dogs parking, children playing, and drivers happily telling each other to go f*ck themselves. It was a fairly friendly planet, I'd found. With a smile upon my plump lips as I made eye-to-nipple contact with a bare-chested jogger, I licked my ice cream cone and breathed in the smell of the fresh, grassy park.

The moment didn't last forever, though, because soon I tuned in to screaming several miles away. I sigh down at my ice cream cone, then squeeze my eyes shut and slap the cone right into my face. I rub the cold treat around and let it seep into my pores. Glad the jogger had moved on, I took in a deep breath and then puffed out my cheeks. All at once, my follicles reacted to the cold and coarse hair sprouted from my pours. My clean-shaven face was now decked out in a thick, dark beard. My eyebrows became slightly bushier as well. I pulled my hair, wavier than the pacific, into a loose man bun. I wasn't exactly unrecognizable but it was good nuff.

Next, I unzip my fly and reach inside my pants to retrieve my scythe. I hold it with the grip of a grown gorilla as I prepare to transform once again. I jump up and down in place, about two feet off the ground, feeling the wind in my golden tresses. I feel a rumbling inside of my shoulder blades as my body reacts to the wind and slight change of altitude. My joints creak and pop, then finally after about 30 seconds of this, two feathered appendages burst from my back. My shirt was torn off and the tattered fabric floated away in the breeze like a drunken butterfly, leaving my ten pack on full display. My impressive length (of my wingspan) was about ten feet across. They were a golden hue, just a shade lighter than my hair, and made me glow like a radioactive block of mozzarella.

My transformation complete, I looked like an angel on a year long bender. I took a running leap and soared into the sky and past a group of open-mouthed children at a birthday party that I forgot about until just now. Up in the air, I surveilled the city. With my now bird-like eyes, I zoomed in on a bank about a mile away, as the crow flies. I took a deep breath, I tightened my grip on my weapon and took off.

I hadn't flown in quite a while, so my landing was less than graceful. I flapped up a storm and sent feathers flying as I tried to slow down, but it was hardly any use. I only skidded to a halt once I had crashed through the glass doors of the bank. 

Glass and dollar bills floated around her... The Claw. She was even more alluring in person. She didn't wear a disguise; just a tight-fitting dress and a machine gun. She pointed the gun at me with one long-nailed hand. And shot me, right in the heart.