Poison Pellets (Original story by Villa)

CHAPTER ONE

"VIL-" his voice cuts off as I fall from him. He swoops down to catch me, riding on air pockets with fancy demon wings. I scoff in my head, but suddenly, I'm thrown back into the sky. I let out a yelp of surprise, but when I open my eyes, I'm riding pockets of air too.
I have wings.

FLASHBACK-EARLIER THAT MORNING

I walk out of my second class of the day, not focusing on where I was going as I drew thick vines up my arm in metallic silver sharpie, ending crossing the endings over each other on my hand and drawing and shading a rose, going back and adding thorns along the vines as I went.
I capped my marker right as he tripped me. The transfer kid- who had been so quiet until now that no one knew much about him- was standing behind me looking smug. I straightened.
"You've got some marker on your arm." He says smugly. I scowl.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Good going Sherlock."
"And what's up with your outfit?" He adds. "You look like you're going to a magic fight club."
"Whatever. Maybe I am." I say sarcastically. He grins.
"You are?"
"Yeah, of course I am!" I shout, completely thinking he's making fun.
"Me too. We can go together." I roll me eyes, beginning to walk away. He trips me again.
"Ah! Hey!" I jump up from the floor, wiping blood off of my now broken nose, glaring at the kid with the smirk and the trench coat who has tripped me.
"What?" He asks smugly. I lunge at him, people crowding around us-
But suddenly I'm falling. From the sky. And I'm clinging to a boy with a smirk and a trench coat, and wings are unfolding from his back- the ground is so close, we won't make it- but I won't die clinging to this jerk.
My hands loosen on his coat. His eyes widen fear coating his features.
"Wait, stop, you'll die if you do that! VIL-"

PRESENT TIME

"What the hell?! A transfer student should not be this weird, even if they're from other countries." I shout. I try to process what's happening. Did he- did he teleport us to somewhere.... somewhere magic?
"You told me you were going to a magic fight club. I was too!" He says, eyes wide.
"I was being sarcastic, dumb-butt. Where are we?"
"Um... you wouldn't know it." He says. "It's on another planet."
I groan. Somehow, this doesn't surprise me. Well, not "somehow." I know why. I remember a year back, something similar happened with a baby dragon, about the size of a cat, who now belongs to me.
"Well, might as well try the fight club. Can you take me back to get my dragon first?" I ask. He blinks.
"A dragon?!? They're so rare."
"Yeah, a dragon. I'd like to grab him so he doesn't get scared." I growl.
"Ok. Wait a second. How come you're so... not surprised by all of this?" He asks.
"Duh. I have a dragon." I laugh. "I'm Villa by the way," I add.
"I know," he says, then quickly adds, "I thought you'd be one of the magics like me so I researched you a bit. I'm Jason."
"Nice to meet you, then."

FLASH FORWARD

once we had gone back to my house- which was actually an apartment made in an old abandoned warehouse by its owner- I led him inside, showing him around. The whole place was decorated in a sort of whimsy fashion, with gauzy curtains and crystals and real bird feathers. I grabbed Crystal, my Munchkin dragon, from the fire where she slept, and it went out. Munchkin dragons are like munchkin cats- they stop growing when they're small.

We left again and this time I was prepared to fly when we started falling.
"Why do you teleport to the middle of the sky?" I ask him as we land.
"If you try to teleport to the ground in this atmosphere, you'll most likely miss and suffocate under the soil."
I laugh. Why am I laughing?
"Why am I laughing? That's terrible!"
He laughs with me.