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by Emoticon Fri Jan 25, 2013 5:49 pm

It felt like what it was like to be special, that moment you realize you normally tell everything about yourself that makes you different, but the problem now is that you can't. Secrets were fine, secrets are good. Those dirty little secrets that you let slip in your mind though, she could do without. Every time you dwell on the subject though, dozens of questions rise up that you can't begin to solve unless you can experience them yourself, which was a problem for Avary since she couldn't do it with people around.
She could only do it at night, with the light of the moon shining as she hoped she could avoid branches on her way up. Up was what she could do, and up she could go when there was no one looking. She wondered what Moth Man would experience when he would fly so close to cars, because she couldn't do it. Her secret of her wings were safe with her until she needed to let it out, having the world become silent like a pool of water, and buzz with the understanding of what they have a and what they wanted to know.
She could only find out what she experienced, since there were no 'Flying For Kids' and 'How To Fly Without The World Knowing Or Understanding For Dummies'. Her wings shined like the birds of paradise, showing vivid blue, silver, neon green, and black splattered like paint on them. She had night vision for a reason that can't come for her, and a tender spot around her back. She saw her wings go in, and go out, sliding under a flap of skin that could hide her big secret.
While living under what seemed to be normal times under her normal grade, she tries to hide the spark of what would buzz around the world till the end of the human race. That some human with wings was able to fly and all these other things while people morph it into something they can begin to grasp, and then send the feedback of what they think. While she would grew up under the noses of her own government with something that will change the world was something new to her, but having wings and being able to fly to the edge of space, was not. It almost depressed her that she always had something she needed to hide, almost a layer of plastic keeping her from really feeling. But enough of that, she wanted to fly. Keeping the thoughts away from her mind, she closed the door as quietly as she could and stepped out on the cement. It was smooth with brink outlining it, feeling like it would be comfortable to lay down on. She thought not. The door led a silent clink behind her, the alarm system beeping that a door had opened, and then closed. Giving a quick, deep breath, she walked quickly off the brick steps.

The lights around the white door were bright, but so was the moon. The white moon a guiding light on one of her troubled nights. Walking farther into the backyard, the lights faded and she guided herself by the moonlight. Her back was itchy, but not from the the clothing. She wore her thick jacket over her back, 2 holes on the back for her legs to poke through. When her long black boots hit water, she stopped. Looking around, the moonlight reflected on the water, lighting the stream up. She had walked a ways from her house, to her so called 'launching pad'. Her boots were slightly muddy, the cheap leather also visible from the light. She grimaced, knowing that she would have to rub them off. Patting down her her skinny jeans, dark-wash of course, she took a deep smell off her area. She smelled the clean ground from the rain yesterday and the slowly running stream. She breathed the breath out, relinquishing the moment that she had dreamed of since the last time she had to go back. This was her, her true self that no one knew. Opening her mouth wide, she let her wings out and felt the muscles stretch. Her wings felt the fabric rubbing against them, but she skillfully guided them out. Letting her wings out was a release, almost like crack; though she never tried the drug or any.
Her body felt tingly, and it shook as her great wings unfolded. The wings stood 10 feet across, colors mixing almost like splattered paint. But she had already marveled her wings, now was the time to use them. With a shake, she readied her wings. With that, she gave a hard downward push with her wings. Her weight was taken off her feet for a moment, but the familiar feeling of standing came back. She gave another downward flap, this time more powerful. She felt the end of her boot graze the sand on the end of the stream, but soon sunk in with her weight. She fell forward, but with more flaps of her wings, she rose in the sky. Angling them, she gave very quick flaps. She flew higher and higher, feeling the night sky a black blanket around her. She could still see the stars and the distant tree's below, though more faint. Their wasn't just anything to see. Her black hair was among the blackness, and was whipping back. Her steady flaps rose her body up, constantly going and up and down every few feet. She soon thought that she might run into anything, not knowing what was in front of her, or what she just missed. The thought made her stick her arms out in front of her, but she just let them fall to her sides.

Only a few tall trees in the area would match her height, but just in case, she climbed upwards. The air twirled around her, but it mostly blew her hair back. It was starting to get cold, too cold. She let herself glide back down, seeing a light in the sky. Her raptor vision zoomed in, her pupils widening to see it. There was an airplane slightly above her, coming her direction. She had never flown too far from her home, but airplanes don't usually fly over her house. She turned the opposite direction she was, panic slowly rising. The airplane's jet engines were starting to become audible, but all she did was faintly acknowledge it. Soon, the sound became too loud, waking her up from her panic-stricken thoughts. She angled herself to drop, seeing it pass just slightly above her. She might get lost up in the air, or worse, she might be discovered. The airplane was rising, meaning that it hadn't reached the altitude.
That would also mean that he took off less then the distance it took for it to reach that altitude. Her mind started to race, making connections, while leaving the flying alone. She flapped instinctively, the feeling had always been there, even from her first flap. It was as strong as to put your foot out when you leaned forward, or wave your arms and grab something while falling backward. Though as she started to drop, her mind wasn't thinking on what might be down when she landed. Even if flapping took no conscious effort, landing did. She couldn't drop too fast, usually making her run, or worse, trip. If she landed too softly, it would take too long, and she would usually just drop from a high distance. The thought of landing in such a place made her hesitate, and in that instant, something reached up. She was hovering above a yard, tires and scrap metal littered about like weeds. A few rusted trucks and spare parts where on the junk too, but the electrically charged-barb wired fence caught her attention the most. She could also hear barking too, but her mind was too busy. If she hadn't been wearing those boots, she would have felt the hot breath on her foot. Canines flashed in what would be light, but that light was from a flashlight. She sucked in a lot of air, then the dog's teeth grazed her boot.

Oh god, just the tip... She thought as she couldn't see the mark in the light. Huh...light... Her mind stuttered like a old car, taking awhile to start. Suddenly, the flashlight got brighter, and flashed on her leg. The light then started to travel around, catching her other leg. "What the fuck!" A voice screamed in the distance, causing the dog to emit a rough bark. The bark hurt her ears, but the scream did also. The flashlight began to swivel, but she was already climbing the sky. She felt the tips of her wings tangle with the branches that were blocking the light. The light soon found her body, and the brightness made her eyes hurt badly. Even her eyelids couldn't help cover her eyes from the light. She let out a squint, seeing the woman in her pajamas, with a shotgun in her hand. She closed her eyes back down again, but she started to struggle with the branches. She heard the shot go off, and the branch around her stomach cracked. Her wings then went into overdrive mode, making her climb faster and faster. Another shot rang out, then a long howl. She covered her ears and desperately wanted to yell at the dog, maybe even kick it. But as her violent thoughts faded away, it gave her the new realization. She had to get home, or else she would be stuck out here till the sun came up. She changed her direction, beginning to level out. As her eyes began to once shift to see the darkness, she lowered her height.

She could see familiar trees, and then the large roof of her house. She was always glad that she could find her way back to her house, guessing that it was another bird thing. Her nerves eased as she was over her house, then she felt the desire to sleep. But if she stopped now, she would miss the chance to fly for maybe another week, or worse, 2. She banked right and started her steep descent. The grey tile roof became close, but then, she angled her body up and flapped. She kicked her legs out, hitting nothing but air. She did that, even though it had no effect. Her wings then started to flap harder and harder, until her breathing was ragged. By then, she was already gaining speed up. Her house disappeared again, and one cloud looked really close to her. Her stomach clenched and she held her breath, but then began to breath again. Her wings froze next to her shoulders, her body rising a few more feet. Her mind urged her to flap, but all she did was twitch her wings. She felt herself start to fall, but not before tipping backward. She carefully remembered her position, then twisted her body. She started to fall fast, squeezing her eyes shut. She opened them just enough so that she could see the roof starting to approach very fast.
The light from the door she had left was still on, with no other lights in the house. She lowered her wings and banked left, slowing her descent. She flapped some more, slowing her speed down. She didn't know how fast she was flying, but she wanted to try and know some time. With that entertaining thought in her head, she then whipped back to the present, though still smiling at the thought. She put her wings up, the air hitting them like a cinder block. She gritted her teeth as they were meet with resistance. She endured the feeling and felt her boot scratch the ground. She splashed the tip of the boot to the stream, sending a splash of water. She then put her heel down, and prepared to run off the speed. As she spread out her wings even more, slowing her down, she began to run. She wasn't expecting to be this fast, and she had trouble trying to slow down.

She folded her wings in, carefully guiding them in. As her wings went out, she felt her sprint slow down, until she was able to stop. Her feet and ankles burned while she leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She could still feel her wings under her skin, along with the achy muscles. For what it was worth, it didn't even look like she ran that far from the stream. She stared at some stones across the stream, glinting off the moonlight. She didn't want to chance getting wet. Instead, she quickly ran tip-toed over the river. Her boots were slightly wet, but they had a bit of mud on them. With a shrug, she started to walk home, already thinking of a lie to tell if she was caught. She was caught a few times when she had just started to do it, but that was the past. She was more careful this time, even though the length of time she could fly was getting longer and longer. Her house was looming up in the distance, though she waited awhile before she approached it. Walking fast but silent, she carefully walked against the brick and to the door. It opened with ease, and her hands were clutching the doorknob.

The security system let out a beep, then she shut the door quickly, but slowed down to quiet the click it made. She shot off the outside light quickly, then took off her boots. The stairs were wooden, and she worried that she might make a sound, and her parents would think their was a intruder. She tried to get the boots off noiselessly, even though there were sucking noises and fabric-against-skin sounds, she managed to take off her boots. She tucked them under her arm and put her toe on the wood, testing the sound. It sounded mostly silent, though there were a few creaks in the stairs she would have to avoid. She then started off the stairs at a brisk pace, skipping a creaky step or two. Nothing came out except her beginning-to-be-labored breath. The upstairs was carpet, while a few more rooms with snores were in the hallway. She crept to her room slowly, listening for any noise that was coming from her. She timed her breaths with the snores, hoping to mask her presence even more. She felt her way towards her doorknob, then grabbed it and shut the door with a whoosh. No light was on, and the snores continued. It went smoothly, as always.

First part, if I can inspire to get the rest. 2474 words 13338 characters long.