I would say I hate heights, but unfortunately I hadn’t much choice in the matter, I am what you call a mutant, I have recently moved to New York and so far, improvements could be made, very quickly. Coming from England, there aren’t many mutants there, and considering my parents weren’t overly keen on having a freak as a daughter, I didn’t find it hard to decide on what to do, luckily my mutation has its advantages, I have two very big wings that I can retract back into my body like cats and there claws, when I was younger, my parents use to think I might have been some fallen angel sent to protect them or some crap like that, it wasn’t until they started looking up other mutants across the world that they suddenly realised that their daughter wasn’t an angel, more like a demon, I was quickly dismissed by my family and friends and soon I was out on the streets, for some odd reason I was somewhat gifted with many mutation, they peeked out every now and again and for the moment, my power of invisibility seemed to serve me well, I was able to pinch food and money for when I needed it, I didn’t necessarily want to steal, but people were not likely to hire immigrants, let alone mutants.
Since being in New York, I had managed to find a small flat that was out of the way and rioters and mutant haters, it was small and deserted, I think a mutant use to live here but they must have been chased out, when I first found the flat there was still a hot mug of tea on the table, since then no one had gone anywhere near the flat, thinking it was cursed or tarnished by the mutant, it wasn’t fancy or anything, just my basics and hot running water, anything else might draw the attention of others. I normally go out at night than I do daytime just so people don’t notice me as much, I’ve learned to really love my wings and the beauty of the world without all the shops and petrol fumes, every so often I fly over this huge mansion out in the country side far away from the city, I love old fashioned buildings and over old stuff, and the feeling of gliding across it seems to bring me some sort of joy, but it seems every time I fly over it, I can almost hear someone talking in my head, not just me talking to myself, but it's like someone talking to me, its sounds like a man, I can't normally hear exactly what he is saying, but it almost sounds like he wants me to come to the mansion, it gets very distracting sometimes and often I lose focus flying, I was so unfocused once I nearly flew right into a building without knowing it, since then I tend to avoid flying to close to the mansion, but I find it really hard to forget the voice, it feels like it is constantly with me all the time, even during the day when I'm out walking around with all the normal people, it feels like he almost walking next to me, is scaring but close to comforting to.
It’s a Saturday night and I had been sat up on a block of flats for a couple of hours now with some Chinese takeout, I had some spare money from earlier today so I thought I would splash out a bit tonight, I was just about finished and decided I needed to walk this Chinese off, I flew down to an empty alley, chucked my empty food boxes in the bin and folded my wings back in, I poked my head out of the alley way and saw that the streets were bustling with tourist and drunk teens, perfect place to do some pickpocketing, I was having a look around when I saw a guy across the road standing outside of a nightclub, he looked almost cute, but gullible all the same, I looked both ways before I crossed the road and stood about 4 feet away from him just so I could size him up, his shoulder cut hair was tidy and well kept, he looked at me and smiled for a moment, it was a nice smile, he looked well out of place here, I'm surprised people were mugging him left, right and centre, I returned the smile before he started walking past me, he had nice clothes on, a casual brown blazer and a matching waistcoat, dark brown trousers and well-polished shoes, I started to walk slowly behind, not to close but just enough to work my way up, after a while he walked into a coffee shop and sat by the door, he didn't get anything so I went and bought a hot drink and sat at the back watching him. It had almost been an hour now and he hadn’t moved an inch, he just sat there, staring into space, I was about to give up on him when I suddenly heard something in my head, it was the voice again, but this time I could hear him loud and clear, like he was sat next to me,
'Your very persistent sat there, anyone else would have given in already and found someone else to steal from' I glanced around to see who said that, the place was pretty much empty other than me, him and a couple who were far too busy with themselves, I looked at him again and saw that he was now looking straight at me, I quickly avoided his gaze and started to play with my empty cup,
'there's nothing to be worried about, I am just like you, gifted, misheard by everyone else, disregarded by human society' he was talking to me, but his lips weren’t moving, like a telepathic, but I was still a bit shocked to find someone else like me,
'There are far more of us than you think, there is a safe place of refuge for people like us, a school for the gifted, were mutants live in peace, you will have a place to stay and I will help you control your powers' this was getting freakier by the second, maybe I was tired and now I was daydreaming all this, I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly half ten, I've not been out this late in so long, for once I wanted to go home and sleep all of this of so I stood up and put my rubbish in the bin, as I went to leave, I walked past him and we locked eyes for a moment,
'We have a medical facility at the school, we can get your wing fixed there, I promise you there is nothing to worry about' now that stopped me dead in my tracks just before I left the coffee shop, how the hell did he know about my wing, I looked at him wide eyed and he looked back at me, as I began to move away he stood up and moved towards me, for a moment I lost myself and his voice was still in my head , I tried to force it out but it hurt to do so, he winced as well as I tried to force him out of my head, as he reached for me I got my focus back and ran down the street, I could hear his footsteps coming after me, there was now a dull ache in my head from me trying to block him,
'Rachael wait, stop! 'oh great now he knows me name, terrific, I quickly darted down and alley and made and effort to fly away, I hurt my wing recently and I must of fractured it slightly so it hurt to fly, but this was an emergency, I opened them up and stretched them as much as I could, but the pain was hot and throbbing, the pain was causing my chest to tighten and that was causing me more misery, but I had to try, I was about to try and lift up when I suddenly started to levitate in the air, it wasn’t my wings flapping, but I could move my arm, I was going to try and flap my wings when the guy from the coffee shop appeared in front of me, this time someone else was with him , he was a tall skinny bloke with short black hair, he was holding up his hand in front of him, he must be the reason why I can't move, I was getting angry and uncomfortable now so I struggled as much as I could,
'Put me down and leave me alone' the coffee guy held his hands defensively and came closer, I tried to kick him but I couldn’t reach him,
'Rachael please listen a moment, we can help you, trust me we are not going to hurt you, let's just talk for a moment'
'God alright I’ll talk, just put me down already' he spoke to his friend without looking at him,
'Erik put her down please' his friend dropped his hand and soon I was back on the ground, my wings felt heavy and sore and I couldn’t find the strength to pull them back in, I didn’t have the energy to shout at the guy as he moved closer to me,
'Don’t worry ill help you put your wings away, okay? ' I don’t see how he could, but I nodded my head anyway, he reached out his hand towards me and I flinched a little as his hands touched my head,
'Nothing to worry about, it will only take a moment' I could feel him inside my head, pulling the wings back into me, I sighed in relief now that they were back in inside, but he didn’t remove his hands from me, he looked at me sincerely and I looked at him puzzled,
'I'm sorry, I apologise in advance' I panicked and grabbed his wrists,
'Wait! 'But it was too late, I collapsed in to his arms and the world went black.
