Broken Wings

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Gavin POV

The saying,"run for your life" isn't used often for regular people but I'm by far not regular at all.

The saying pretty much sums up everything that involves me. Everything I do, I could be in danger for.

And right now was one of those moments.

I didn't plan on running away from the facility, it was Dan's idea.

Yes I have always wanted to leave the lab but not like this. I imagined some sort of releasing.

I've always wanted to be free, to explore the dangers of the world. The ones Dan talked about. And I wanted to prove him wrong.

I wanted to prove I could survive.

But running for your life is literally in no way at all proving to him that I could.

I nearly face planted onto the hard ground from many stories up before I carried myself away from the labs.

The shouting continued behind me as well as the sounds of firing gun shots.

"What're you doing! Go get him!" Someone yelled. I was unsure of if they were a man or a woman because by then I was already gone.

Why don't I fly? The same reason I didn't fly out the window.

Because I suck at it.

"How many times do I have to say it! Don't let him get away! I want him caught dead or alive."

His/her words didn't surprise me.

I'm sure if word about a winged boy got out, the lab would be shut down.

The police of even government would take over and stop everything they have done.

All of their experiments would be exposed. Everything.

They have done so much harm to man kind that it needs to be stopped.

But not by the government. By me.

If the government found out about me, they too would poke me with needles and force me to run on hot rocks.

They too would test my strength and speed, they would work me until I died.

But who the hell am to stop a project like this? Here I am running away from it because I don't want to be killed.

I pushed my way through the thick bushes and tree branches, my feet carrying me as fast as they can.

I was pitiful at this point. My clothes no longer white, and barefoot?

The small pebbles and sharp rocks didn't effect me anymore. None of it did.

The crisp cold winter air. The darkness I'm running into. None.

The only thing that bothered me were the horrifying sounds of those creatures screaming at me. Chasing me.

I would have been smirking at this point thinking about how horrible they look compared to me.

But I was being shot at.

A stray bullet passing me, nearly buzzing my light colored hair.

"Stop shooting at me!" I yelled.

My thick voice was followed by silence until someone shot again.

"Come on!" I whined until my naked foot got caught on a log, bringing my raid to an end as I was met with the cold dirt beneath it.

My face was pierced by a small rock and I could feel the warmth running down my cheek.