The Girl With Wings

Chapter 2 ✔️

Last Edited: May 29, 2019

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The creature was small. Fragile. Yet somehow, it was strong enough to lift itself off the ground, thousands of feet higher than any other fleshy.

Flying wasn't for a weak, pathetic human. From what I could tell far away, it was different. A winged human? These creatures continue to surprise me.

"My liege?" The familiar voice came from the comm link.

"Report." I said, irritation lacing my voice.

"We have gathered the relic successfully. Of course, the Autobots interfered, but we retrieved the relic unharmed, as you requested. With a few scratches to my paint job, I might add..." he mumbled the last part, and I rolled my optics.

"Spare me the dramatics, Knockout." I snapped, glancing back at the small human flying far away.

"But, since you have successfully retrieved the relic as I asked, you will be rewarded. How would you like another test subject to experiment on?"

There was silence, then a dark chuckle. "Of course. Who's the lucky rat?"

I grinned. "You will soon find out. Have Soundwave send a ground bridge to my coordinates, and prepare your laboratory, doctor- we have a rat to catch."

This creature had piqued my interest, that was for sure. What kind of human have wings and an energon signal?

Soon, I would find out.

Hope

I made my way down the sidewalk with a slight limp. I had another encounter with Macen this morning, twisting my ankle while being slammed against the wall after trying to sneak past him for school.

Not that I need to worry about it much. My wounds healed rather quickly. Another great thing about my bird DNA, if that's what it was even called.

A normal sprained ankle that would normally take a few weeks to heal heals in a matter of days. The bruises, strangely, took longer to heal.

A chilling breeze blew past, making me zip up my leather jacket. I decided to wear skinny jeans, light brown flats, and a white, floral lace shirt.

Of course, the beautiful shirt had to have two giant cuts in the back to let my wings free. The main reason I always wore a jacket. Didn't need others asking about the cuts. Or the wings.

Shivering from the cold, I limped quickly to my school, not wanting to be late. The bell rang right as I reach the high school.

"Thank God..." I muttered before giving a long yawn and limping up the steps. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, something to my right moved.

Startled, I twisted around. A hand clamped over my mouth while an arm wrapped around my middle. Before I could even scream, the person pulled me towards the wall and slammed me into it.

Letting out a startled yelp, I brought up both hands in a poor attempt to protect myself. The person growled at my struggling before grabbing my wrists and forcing them to my sides.

"Hello, pest. How ya been?" The person sneered. I forced myself to look up, only to find one of the school bullies, Vince, glaring down at me. I automatically looked down at my shoes, wanting to shrink.

There is a punch to my gut, making me double over. "Freak." He muttered, pulling me back up as I slumped over. Then there was laughter, and I looked over to my right to find a few of his cronies standing and watching.