'Together?' 'Together.'

~Chapter 1~

Arron P.O.V

  I calmly flew above the city, my black and white feathered wings flapping in the wind behind me as I enjoyed the breeze.

  Every once in a while my brown hair would fall into my face and I would have to push it away, but that didn't stop me from enjoying flying to the fullest.

  I can hear your questions already, lemme pause the story and explain. 

Hi! I'm Arron, and I'm what's known as a Gamayun, or winged person. I live in a world where nearly everyone has some sort of non-human like qualities, like having faculties, or as you call them, 'super powers'. I happen to be a Gamayun, meaning I have bird-like wings that allow me to fly. Then we have the Balachkos, Vilenjaks.. the sorts, which you'll probably learn about later.

There are people who don't have powers, and are just.. you know, people. Those people are illegal for being born the way they are, and are, executed. The government says this is because 'they are a danger to all of us and may plot to destroy all of us..'. A load of du-hicky to me but it's not like I can influence the government in any way.

AnywAY back to the story~

  I tucked my wings and dived onto the roof of a building, ducking my head into my chest and rolling once I reach the surface so I don't *ahem* break my head. 

  I get up and walk over to the edge of the building, sitting down cross legged on the very edge and just watching the different cars and creatures zoom by. 

  My world might sound hectic to someone from your world already, and if so, let me explain how it's not. 

  Most kids my age still go to High School, get an education, flunk off occasionally, possibly steal a bit of alcohol from their parents.. so you know, do normal things. Along with this, most of us look normal too, if you set aside wings or horns they might have. We have normal 'human bodies' for the most part. 

  Like me, I'm the most basic you can get. I have brown hair that always gets in my face, that has grown out too slightly past my chin, hazel eyes, and a 'doughy' face, despite being deathly thin, which I absolutely hate. I stand at a height of 5'6, again, pretty basic, and prefer wearing dark clothes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not like, 'full emo' and 'death metal', but bright clothes against tan skin looks stupid to me, or at least, on me.

  I can just hear the sounds of boredom coming out of you so I'm gonna stop rambling and continue with the story.

  I go here every Sunday Night before school starts the next day to meet up with my friend Rason. He is the complete opposite of me. White hair, which comes from his power, he always wears colored contacts over his naturally electric blue eyes, which come from his faculty of 'super smartness' or something, and his colored contacts happen to be dark brown today, and he stands at a height of 5'9. Speaking of Rason, here he comes.

  Rason 'gracefully', or 'extra-ly' as I call it, lands on the building. He's one of those people without any physical 'strange' features, but he has the faculty, sorry, 'superpower', of being a tech-nerd and being able to do like, anything, with technology. So he uses his Jet-pack, (since he's a tech-nerd), and slowly lands on the building, the Jet-pack retracting into his backpack and him walking over.

   We stayed silent for a moment, before I finally spoke up.

  "..Sup." I start, not really knowing what to talk about once again.

  Rason half laughs at my weak attempt at a conversation and waves. "Hey."

  I hesitate, always nervous about this topic, before asking. "Did you bring the.. you know." I ask, hoping he catches on.

  He nods, chucking a bottle of alcohol over and me fumbling with it before catching it. 

  I clap like an excited child, holding it under my arm and popping it open after a bit of struggling, sipping it slowly.

  Sorry, I'm being annoying, but let me pause again. 

I only came here since he has alcohol, and I'm one of those teens who are.. 'adventurous', which is basically an excuse to do whatever I want. 

He isn't, so he's over there sipping water. I just happen to call him up here every Sunday because he has access to alcohol, and he's also, you know, my best friend. 

Sorry, being annoying, back to the story, I'm sure you hate me by now.. wouldn't be the first person.

  "So.." I start off again, still looking at the city, "How are your evil mastermind inventions going Raisin?" 

He rolls his eyes at the nickname, responding without hesitation. "They're not evil, I'm not you, thank you very much-" I scoff at that, but let him continue. "And good, if you haven't noticed, I've upgraded my Jet-pack." 

I glance over at his backpack, looking at it. "It looks the same."

  "Well it's not, I added a few features for it to let me execute a flight smoother and for it to retract into my backpack more hast-" 

"BlAhBlAHBlahhH" I interrupt, not wanting to hear it. I swear this guy thinks I'm as smart as him, keeping up with his talk about tech that I don't actually care about. 

  He rolls his eyes once again, taking a swig of his water and choosing not to respond, which I pride him on.

  I start trailing off, thinking about how I could go steal a doughnut from the cafe if I pretend to be a eagle or something, with my wings, like, a really giant eagle. And then people might feed m- 

  I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear Rais- I mean Rason, yell out. "WATCH OUT!" 

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WHoOoo 

First chapter done. 

It kinda sucked, so sorry about that, I'm not the best writer, I just enjoy it.

Hopefully it wasn't completely hopeless and I didn't get too distracted! 

I purple you all, and Arasso <3

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