I unfurled my wings nervously; constantly taking in my surroundings. If anyone saw what I was doing, I would be seriously screwed. I stood atop of a mountain that was about half of a mile away from my house. The autumn air was crisp and cool. It almost seemed like snow was on its way.

I live in the small town of Arco Idaho. Population: 1,026. Although, as far as I know, I'm the only one of my kind in our small town. Let's face it; it's not every day that you meet a sixteen year old girl with wings.

My name is Abigail Niederer. I know; my last name is weird. You get used to it after awhile. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not exactly your average human. I may seem like it at first, but if you ever see me when I'm at home or alone, I have wings. Big, feathery, silvery white wings. I'm not an angel though. At least I don't think I am.

I was simply born with wings. The doctors were completely stunned. I remember the looks on their faces. For some reason I am able to remember everything that happens to me. I remember my first moments on Earth. The look the doctor gave me was so twisted. He looked so confused. The doctor even offered to remove my wings, but my parents decided that I should keep them.

Now, I stand alone at the peak of a nearby mountain. The moon is full, and I'm waiting for the perfect breeze to lift me off of the ground, and carry me away.

"C'mon wind." I say softly. "I wanna go flying." I stand there silently until finally, the wind picks up.

I flutter my wings lightly catching the wind as if I were a kite. I jump onto a tree branch, and begin to climb slowly up the tree. This tree is relatively short, but it's high enough so that I can catch a better wind current.

Once at the top of the tree, I sit for a moment so that I can catch my breath. After a few minutes, I flap my wings with more force, and I jump from the tree.

Within a few seconds, I'm soaring through the sky. I always feel so free when I'm able to go flying. I feel like a bird that is able to go where they please.

I fly above our small town and head south east towards Butte City. Butte City is only about five miles from where my mountain is. I have a friend in Butte City that I meet every Friday night at their house. My friend is like me. He has wings as well. Funny how people so strange end up so close together.

I inhaled the fresh night air and gave a strong push with my wings. I soared higher into the midnight sky, among the clouds and the stars. I looked below me to see the outskirts of Butte City come into view. I spotted my friends house and flew down towards it slowly.

I landed softly on the roof of the gazebo in the garden. I slid off of the roof quickly and landed on the pathway that led into the gazebo. I walked up the steps to the gazebo and sat on the bench in the back.

I wonder where he is. He usually isn't late. I thought to myself. I turned around and looked out across the plains. He lived on the very edges of the city. So he had plenty of room to fly and not be seen. I was kind of jealous of him for that.

"Sorry I'm late, Abby." Tyler said. I turned towards him and smiled. His normally bright and clear sky blue eyes were clouded and seemed sad tonight. And he was hiding his face behind his jet black hair.

Strange. I thought.

"It's ok, Tyler. Better late than never, right?" I asked. Tyler smiled and nodded as he walked over to where I sat. "Ready for our weekly flight?" I asked.

"Of course I am. I'm always ready to go flying with you." Tyler whispered in my ear. I giggled and kissed his cheek.

"You're such a charmer, Tyler." I said.

"I know, and you are too cute, Abby." Tyler said happily. I smiled and reached for his hand. We intertwined our fingers and moved our bodies so that they were against each other.

"I missed you this week." I whispered. Tyler kissed my head gently and brushed my auburn hair out of my eyes.

"I missed you too." He whispered. "We should get going so we don't waste any moonlight." I nodded and kissed his cheek one more time. "Let's go, Abby." He whispered as he pulled me up from my sitting position.

Tyler pulled me forward and out of the gazebo, holding my hand the entire time. "Ready?" Tyler asked. I nodded and gave a strong push with my wings. I flew high into the sky and when I looked back, Tyler was still on the ground.

He had his midnight black wings tucked behind him. He was making no move to come and join me. What are you doing? I thought.

I don't think it's such a great idea for us to see each other anymore, Abigail. I'm sorry, but please do not come back here next Friday. I'm so sorry… Tyler thought back.

Can we at least have this one last flight together? I asked him. I heard him sigh, but he took flight and flew up towards me. "Why can't we see each other anymore?" I asked him when he was close enough to hear me.

"I…I can't explain it. I don't think you would understand it. I'm sorry, ok? Honest." Tyler said.

"But, Tyler. You're my best friend…and…I love you." I pleaded. Tyler looked over at me with sadness written all over his face. "Help me to understand why we can't see each other." I said holding back tears. I closed my eyes and let myself drift down to the ground. I landed in a bare farm field south of Tyler's house.

"Please, Abby. Don't make this any harder than it has to be." Tyler said.

"Like you actually care." I snapped. "I thought you liked me, but I guess I was wrong…" I said softly.

"Abby…I'm sorry. It just wouldn't work between us. And I can't be your friend. I've known this since I met you five years ago, but I didn't want to believe it. I'm sorry." Tyler said.

"Then why are you still here?" I asked. "If you don't want to be with me in any way, then why don't you just leave me here?"

Pain and hurt shot across Tyler's face, but he opened his pitch black wings, and flew away. Back towards Butte City, and his house. Away from me.


"He…left me…" I said to myself. I let the tears pour out, for I was alone in the middle of the field. I was curled up into a ball using my wings to shield me and keep my body warm. I just can't believe he did this to me…

Tears continued to fall until nothing came. I had cried so much that there was nothing left. It had to have been at least an hour. I made no move to return home. I felt my body weaken, as I grew heavy from exhaustion. My eyelids closed, heavy with sleepiness, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.


"Ah, where am I?" I asked while massaging my temples. I had just woken up, and my head was killing me. I sat up slowly and took in my surroundings. I appeared to be on an examination table in a doctor's office.

"You, my dear, Abigail, are at the Idaho National Laboratory. The Biological Research Center to be more exact. You are a very interesting subject my dear." Said a male dressed in a white lab coat. He stepped into the light so that I could see him a little bit better.

The man looked to be about thirty or so and he had black hair and blue-green eyes. His skin was sort of pale, but had plenty of color to it. He reminds me of Tyler… I thought. God, I miss him so much. I held back tears and looked down. Holy shit! I'm naked! I unfurled my wings and used them to cover as much of me as possible.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked him.

"For a little over two days. I was starting to get worried." The man said sympathetically.

Two days?! What the heck. "Who are you?" I asked with a glare on my face. The man smiled at me and winked.

"My name is Dr. Braff. I work here at the INL, studying things out of the ordinary. And you my dear are definitely out of the ordinary. A girl with feathered white-silver wings; quite beautiful actually. I'd just like to know how you managed to hide them for so long." Dr. Braff said.

"It's simple. They fold back into my skin. A painless transformation that only takes about a minute; like you actually care." I scoffed. Dr. Braff raised an eyebrow and grabbed a clipboard from a nearby counter. He wrote something on a paper, and then set the clipboard back down on the counter.

"Very interesting indeed. Would it be possible for me to witness this metamorphosis?" Dr. Braff asked. I shook my head and glared at him.

"Can I have my clothes and go home?" I hissed. Dr. Braff chuckled and reached for the clipboard again, but I was faster. I gave a strong push with my wings, rose to the air, and grabbed the clipboard. "What do ya need this for? Huh, Doc?" I asked. I shoved the clipboard in his face, and rose to the ceiling.

"Now you get back down here, Abigail!" Dr. Braff shouted. I laughed and glanced quickly around the room, searching for my clothes. When I spotted them, I darted towards them and snatched my jeans and panties from a table top. "Abigail, I'm not joking around here." He said.

I ignored Dr. Braff and slipped my panties and jeans onto my thin, but strong frame. Much better. I thought. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I growled. That had done it. Dr. Braff backed up, and then ran and jumped up to grab my leg. He dragged me back down to the ground and onto the examination table

Once he had me on the table, he strapped me down so I couldn't escape. He also removed my underwear and jeans. "Why can't you leave them on?" I demanded.

"Because you're of more use to me than just research." Dr. Braff said.

My eyes widened and I tried not to scream. My God, he's going to rape me! Tyler! Please, I need your help! I screamed in my head. I did not receive a response, even as Dr. Braff was climbing onto the examination table, and undoing his belt.