|Spread Your Wings
Author: Saitou Saki PM
Daniel Wilson, son of an insane scientist and now, part bird. Follow him as he battles against the U.S government and anyone else who tries to go against him, all the while dealing with both bird and human genes.Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,625 - Updated: 12-12-09 - Published: 11-20-09 - id: 2743361
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Of course the government had to get involved, I'm sure they would love knowing about anyone with wings, and anyone with wings that flies. I hate the government, and that's why I plan to not vote. They make people jealous somehow, my wings, and I bet the FBI is tired of hearing 'Hey, there is a boy with wings at the park harassing my children!' Or something along those lines.
That wasn't very hard for me to believe being that I was harassing people...Technically.
We couldn't just head off to some vet, they won't allow us there anymore after what happened before. But hey, who needs a vet? Not me.
Before I let my head start spinning with questions, I looked over at John who still seemed slightly dumbstruck.
"So what's the government have to do with all this?"
"They're tracking us down...Again..."
"Again? What do you mean again?"
So after a few minutes of explaining, I'd learned that the Summer we were vacationing in Monte Carlo was actually the Summer we were fleeing to Monte Carlo. If there were a time where I just felt like Super Bird dive-bombing someone-that's Daniel lingo for knocking the cerebellum right out of someones forehead- it was now. And guess what? the fact that the beeping was getting worse means that whoever is tracking me is much, much closer than they were before. Great.
I clenched my fist momentarily, then loosened them again when I heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it!"
Lisa yelled, I could hear her footsteps and went back up there with her. When she opened the door I was in the hallway, but I knew something was wrong when all she said was 'Wooow'. I came into the front room two big-looking guys in black were at the door, one holding up a badge.
"Hey! What're you doing here!?"
I was in alert mode before I even noticed it. Guys in black suits and shades were never good.
As I stepped in front of the door I gently pushed Lisa out of the way.
"You're Daniel Wilson, right?"
I don't really think he needed to ask, I mean, how many other people with wings are there in my neighborhood? Yet still, I don't think 'yes' would be a very smart answer.
"That depends on who's asking."
Great...Now I needed to buy some time.I pushed Lisa back a little more and gave her a sign to go into the back. She was already gone before I continued.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know what the FBI is."
Just from the way he said it, I knew it was time for some dive-bombing. One of the men tried to grab my arm, but I pulled it away and roundhouse kicked his head hard enough for him to fall into the other and tip over the railing of the porch. That only dazed them for a few seconds, then I saw them going for their guns, so I shot straight up into the air narrowly missing a bullet to my right wing. When I was in the air I measured how much space there was between me and one of them and how much force I could get dive-bombing him. All the while using my most complicated evasive maneuvers to dodge bullets.
When they both had to reload I angled myself down, hands out, and tucked my wings in. A top speed of, what, 210 miles per hour? As soon as I slammed into the guy, I heard something snap, like his sternum maybe, and he fell. The guy next to him was just aiming at me, but before he could get the gun up all the way I knocked it from his hands and kicked him in the stomach hard enough to rupture something.
He started gasping for air, then fell straight on his face.
I. Am. Awesome.
Just as I was about to feel proud of myself, more people started to literally come from nowhere, camouflage or something. Then there was a truck.
Lisa and my father ran into the doorway, seemingly shocked. I would've started kicking in more heads, but these people had AK-47s, rifles, and 12 gauge pump-action shot guns. One wrong move, and I was Swiss cheese.
So the only thing I could do was slowly put my hands behind my head and get shoved into the back of an armored truck. While being driven off, I could see Lisa's eyes fill with tears.
"Lisa! Lisa, stay with dad! Don't try to save me, I'll be fine!"
I tried to sound confident, but on the inside I was falling apart.
Hey, I actually called him 'dad' for once.