Children of the Winged Generation *Started/not accepting*

Andy

I twiddled my fingers as I sat by Safari. He was giving me a lecture. I looked at him with annoyance.

"Oh, what do you know? You're a cat!" With that, I stuffed him under my pillow. Safari's response was muffled. "Yeah, I know I am too, but that's beside the point." I pulled him out and laid down, staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

That night, I dreamt of us breaking out. About all of us using our powers to strike down the Cretans who had imprisoned us here for so long. I woke up that morning, very disappointed that it had only been a dream. Not much longer now, but it would be a reality.

I ate "breakfast" with Fawn and we went over to begin training. This was one of my favorite days, because nothing relieves stress better than beating the crap out of an innocent being after a long day of testing. For me, anyway. Especially when the human was an amateur fighter.

Either this guy was playing like he couldn't fight well or they gave him to the wrong kid. Every jab with the man's pole was dodged by catlike reflexes, and followed up with a counterattack at the speed of a striking cobra. Thank you, animal instincts!

Suddenly, there was a little yelp and Fawn was on the ground. My eyes widened a little and my jaw dropped slightly. I raised an eyebrow in wonder. I delivered a final roundhouse kick to the guy's face before dropping the pole and quitting for the moment. I watched Fawn once I finished. She was giving in to the human; letting him finish her off. Surely, after what I had seen of her room yesterday, this was not how she usually handled combat?

Cree

I let my jaw drop as Fawn fell. That wasn't how Fawn worked! Not ever. I almost went over to try and help, but a metal rod flew in front of me, striking my stomach. The air went out of me and I gasped, before it flew right back in, and the pain dulled, as if this was just an injection to get used to.

"Bad move," I whispered with a crooked grin and narrowed eyes. I'd used the expression on Milo, and he'd said it was straight scary. By the way the color drained out of the military man's face, I supposed he was right. With that, I grabbed the pole blocking my path and flipped backwards, landing lightly on my feet. In the process of the flip, I had flipped the 'tary man flat on his back, twirled the pole around a few times, and then un-retracted it and threw it like a javelin straight into his chest.

I promptly ran over to Fawn's area before being stopped by two burly dudes who I had no chance of taking down right now. I protested weakly and looked at Milo for help, but he was pretty tied up with his own military man right now. With a sigh, I grabbed a pole and backed up, then ran. I jabbed the pole down and sprang forward, flying over the military dudes.

"No idea that would work," I mumbled, getting up from my sprawled position. Milo barked out a laugh and returned to fighting, steadily gaining. I shot Kat a grin as she started picking up on the tricks and I glanced over my shoulder. I really had had no idea that work- pole vaulting over military dudes?

Wingy freaks score again.

As I stood up, my head aching from the fall, I saw Cree pole-vaulting over the guards. God. Why was I like this? I sighed and decided to show this idiot what I was made of, besides the half that was blue liquid. I gave the man a weak smile, making sure he knew I'd stopped trying. Just as he was about to land another blow on my stomach, I grabbed the pole with one hand. Knowing the move he was about to pull, I quickly put my other hand above it, and tried something I'd never thought of before. I moved the pole so I was holding it above my head at lightning speed, and I used my wings. With all my strength, I slammed them onto either side of his head, making sure I got his ears. I laughed to myself as he crumpled to the ground, his hands over his ears. I gave the pole a little twirl and leaned on it.
"Next." I smiled.

Milo

Groaning, Milo got into position, the retractable pole in his hand. The human that they assigned him was tough looking. Maybe that was his punishment for talking back on Running Day.

Milo charged at the man, and the man didn't make any move to block the attack. When the pole was mere inches from the man's stomach, he shoved the pole with his hand, and the butt of the pole stabbed Milo in the stomach. He doubled over in pain. The man took his pole and slammed it on Milo's back. Milo collapsed to his hands and knees and tred to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cree getting ready to fight two military man to get to Fawn.

It seemed like Cree would do anything for that girl. Milo wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was jealous of Cree's devotion to Fawn. She'd been friends with Milo longer, and Milo was angry that she liked Fawn more. Milo used the anger bubbling inside of him to attack the man as he laughed at Milo's pain. Soon, the man was down on his knees, and Milo shoved his heel into the man's back and laughed.

Cree looked at him with a smile. Maybe she'd thought he was laughing at her rediculous position. No, he thought, shakin his head. He wasn't mean enough to laugh at her for that, and besides all she worried about was Fawn. Milo turned away from Cree with a sneer. Why did she keep leading him on to shut him down?

Cree

I hesitated. Had I done something wrong? I glanced at Fawn, who waved her hand forward, as if to say, "Girl, go! Get that boy!" So I rubbed the back of my neck and walked up to Milo.

"Mi?"

"What, Cree."

"So I did do something."

"No, you didn't." I didn't believe him. "How's Fawn?"

"Fine." My voice grew cold. This was this was about. "You did good there, with the big dudes." I said, trying not to get him angrier. I got a grunt of recognition.

"Milo! Are you trying to get me to whack you?" I said sharply. He whipped around.

"Why don't you go if Fawn's alright?" he asked, voice low. I narrowed my eyes.

"I'll do that." I turned sharply and stormed back to Fawn.

What I got for trying not to get angry.

Milo

Milo didn't want to talk to Cree. He knew that he'd upset her, but she'd made him mad too. He watched her go back to Fawn. Her arms and wings were moving all over the place in her rage. Her face was groing red, and she looked like a cherry, with her red face, wings, and hair. It was quite endearing to Milo.

He turned around and walked to Andy. Milo really needed to stay away from the girls right now and talk to his guy friends. "Andy, man. How do you deal with Fawn? Because right now, Cree's giving me a headache." He rubbed the back of his neck for good affect.

Andy shrugged and just stared at Fawn. That boy wasn't going to be any help. Milo sighed and thought, I really need to get some more guy friends. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to Andy. Milo put his head in his hands and tried to figure out what to do with this whole Cree situation.

I couldn't hide the confused look on my face as Cree stormed towards me, with Milo having a disgruntled look on his face.
"He's so...so...ugh!" Cree fretted, sitting down next to me for our break.
"Milo? What happened?" I asked, glancing over at Milo speaking with Andy. I turned my focus back to Cree.
"He just got mad at me because I decide to help a friend who's lying face down on the ground! He can be so dense sometimes." I didn't know what to say. I knew how she felt. Some of my friends back home had been like that, too.
"I caused this?" I asked, again looking from Milo to Cree. They both looked so upset.
"No, Fawn, I..." Cree's voice trailed off and I understood.
"Cree, I think Milo just wants some attention. You and I hang out a lot, and I think Milo might be feeling like a third wheel." I smiled sympathetically at her and she nodded.
"I guess so," she sighed. "I'll go talk to him." I watched Cree jog over to Milo, and Andy came and sat next to me. I smiled. Again. He smiled back, and we just kind of sat there, feeling the energy that never got old.

can someone bring kyrah and jonathan in? I havent been able to get on lately so sorry!

Andy

"Andy, man, how do you deal with Fawn? Because right now, Cree's giving me a headache." Milo was very distressed as he sat by me.

I smiled half-heartedly and shrugged. Milo sighed, a little annoyed, and looked away. I laughed quietly.

"I don't know what to tell you," I said. Milo looked up at me with an expression that shouted 'no duh'. I laughed again. "I haven't really connected with girls the way I have with Fawn, and I just met her. Truth be told," my voice got quieter, "it scares me."

Milo's expression changed in an instant. "What?" He asked, almost in a whisper.

"I don't really get to know girls before I hang out with them, or even then. I guess you could call me a bit of a "player". But something about Fawn makes me want to get to know her. I'm not used to this... I'm certainly not as sincere as you are. Not as soft, either," I said jokingly, punching him gently on the arm. He tried to smile. "I don't like to show too much emotion..." My voice trailed away.

Milo looked at me. "I've noticed," he said, not sounding surprised in the least bit.

I shrugged. It suddenly occurred to me that I was talking to a guy that was not me. It was...odd. But the strangest part was that I nearly poured my heart out to him, even though we had only been friends for a short while. The only one who I had ever done anything even remotely similar to that with was Safari. I hadn't even spilled my emotions to myself. At least, not recently.

Suddenly, our 'conversation' was interrupted when Cree came over to us. I smiled at Milo and gave him another playful punch on the arm.

"It'll be okay," I told him reassuringly. "Go get her, tiger." I winked at him.

Cree arrived just as I stood up. I patted her on the shoulder as I passed her to get to Fawn. She smiled a rather broken smile and moved closer to the solemn boy on the ground.

I sat next to Fawn when I reached her. We smiled at each other for a minute or two, in another trance much like the previous night. I looked over at Cree and Milo after a bit. She was now sitting next to him and they were talking, calmly by the looks of it. I nodded subtly.

"They'll be okay," I said, not really to anyone in particular.

"I know it," Fawn agreed. "They're too good friends not to."

I nodded again, more clearly this time. "He needs more guy friends," I said thoughtfully. "I'm afraid that my talk with him didn't exactly help at all."

Fawn laughed quietly. She looked back over at me. "What were you talking about?" She asked me.

"Oh," I said, suddenly fearful of having to have another heart-to-heart, "nothing." I looked at her and desperately searched for a new subject. "So, I saw you take a bit of a beating earlier," I said quickly. Fawn's face reddened. "It surprised me."

"Why?"

"I saw your room yesterday," I said, chuckling. "But you redeemed yourself, I noticed." I smiled at her, and her face changed back to its original color. "Very nice work." My smile broadened.

She blushed again and looked down.

Sorry it's so long, I was trying to hurry it along to the dramatic parts. Please, feel free NOW to add your fighting and what have you. And remember the rule: DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. Also, you can fight amongst yourselves. And if you'd like a scientist character, feel free to make one.

~Katrina~

I walked back to my room quietly, passing by everyone as they went about their business. I was sore from fighting for three hours strait. I was ready to fight if I had to, though I was sure I wouldn't like it. I didn't even like training, but you have to train to be able to fight, right?

You can do this a voice said. You know you can do this. Can't I? I shook the thought away, wondering when the day would come that we escaped. I could fight then, I would fight then. This was my family, my responsibility. I felt like if they got hurt, it was my job to take care of them. I didn't know why, I just did.

"Hey, Kat?" Someone asked, touching my shoulder.

"Hm?" I asked as I turned around to look at them.

"When...when do you think it will happen?" they asked. I knew exactly what they meant.

"I don't know, but I'm thinking it's soon," I said, voice a whisper. I really did hope it was soon. We needed to get out of here before they sent us out to war against those things. According to the files, they were like us, only wolves without wings. They could turn into the beasts. They were the children of the Wolf Generation.



That night, I laid in my bed, wondering when we would get out. I was sure all of us were wondering the same thing. We all wanted to get out before they made us fight. My door opened and the light flicked on. I blinked as my eyes tried to adjust. When they did, I saw Dr. Chevek standing in the doorway. She motioned for me to follow her as she slid out the door, flicking the light back off. My eyes adjusted once again as I felt my way blindly to the door. Once in the hall she whispered the instructions.

"OK, so you get that side of the hall, and I'll get this one. Gather everyone up, but keep them quiet." I nodded, and proceeded to go door to door gathering up everyone as they all came out, half asleep. We stood at the end of the hall, awaiting further instruction as she got the remaining people. I stood next to her, arms wrapped around myself as I looked over their faces.

"What's the plan?" Someone asked quietly. I looked at their faces over and over again, remembering them. All of them my friends, all of them my family.

"OK, so this it how it will go," Dr. Chevek whispered. "I'm going to lead you all to the entrance of the construction site. There, I'll help you get through, and give you the weapons. Getting out is your job. I'll help by getting the guards away, but I'm afraid that's all I can do. It's all up to you how you get out, where you go, and if you'll fight. I'll give you the map and equipment for everything, but I'm afraid I won't be able to help you once you're out there. If anyone has a question, Katrina is the one to ask." She pointed to me, and I simply looked at her. As if I knew what to do. I wasn't even ready to do what she had told me I had to do to get everyone out.

My power was invisibility, thus I could make myself invisible as well as others, but I still hadn't gotten to where I could go longer than 40 minutes. So we had to move fast. All I could do was nod, looking away from their expressions. This meant that if they got hurt or died, it would be my fault. I felt the tears in my eyes as she lead us down the halls silently.

As soon as we got close to the construction site, I felt the worry mask my face as the tears began to form again. I can do this I repeated in my head, trying to convince myself of the fact. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." And with that, Dr. Chevek slipped into a room. She was back in seconds, pushing a cart of weapons: swords and daggers. My heart fluttered as I understood. She handed me a backpack,and I slung it over my shoulder, feeling how heavy it was. She handed everyone a sword and two daggers. I took the metal unwillingly, feeling how heavy that was. How much worse could this get?

"Good luck," she whispered before going into the second part of the plan. I closed my eyes, focusing on everyone. I started to get a headache, but I just ignored it. When I opened them again, everyone was gone. I heard some gasps and knew this meant we were all invisible. They couldn't see my tears anymore, though they were there.

"We all know where to go," I whispered. "Though it would be good to stick together. Grab some one's hand." I realized we couldn't see to do that, so I made everyone visible again, the headache subsiding. They all took some one's hand. I couldn't see who's hand I grabbed through the tears, but as soon as we were linked together, I made us invisible again and lead us out past the guards and the double doors to the real construction. I could see green past that. Trees, forest, freedom. I hurried my pace over the rubble, stumbling. We were becoming visible again, and as soon as my time was up, I unlinked hands and began to run, looking back to make sure they were fallowing.

We were free. Free. Free! I began laughing and I soon fell down, but we were far enough away by now. They all stopped, smiling victoriously.

"We did it," I whispered, tears coming faster. I hugged the first person who came near me, as did many of the others. We were free, free from all of that testing and training. We were out in the real world now. No more needles, no more running, no more Blue or Purple. None of that. We could fly now. Fly! I just too happy. Whoever I was holding on to--a brother or sister to me--was free and I was going to make sure they, along with everyone else here, got to safety. I didn't let them go until I was sure I'd be able to stand up without falling again, and even then, I kept my hand on their shoulder.

I laughed a little giddily as Kat stood up, her hand still on my shoulder. We all just stood there for a moment, basking in the feeling of being ablet to do what we wanted. Of course, that didn't last long, because then came the guards. They started out slowly, simply walking. Then they got faster and faster until they were all-out running.
There were about six of them, and they did not look happy at all. I heard the clanging of metal as everyone drew their swords to fight. Clumsily, I took mine in hand, taking up the best fighting stance I could.
Get the wings.
I heard it as if someone had said it out loud. I shook my head, trying to get it out. But it cme again, louder, closer this time.
Get the wings.
It came from the men! I wasn't a mind freak, though. How could I be doing this? I managed to scream "Protect your wings!" Or somrthing stupid like that before I involuntarily turned into a lion. I didn't want to be an animal right then, nor did I want to leave my sword behind, but it just happened, like smiling at Andy.
Trusting my instincts, I went at two of them, almost instantly breaking ones neck and tackling the other. I pinned him down and slashed at his face a few times with my claws, before he ran in the other direction. I turned, seeing the rest of our family fighting a 'tary man. I nervously looked around and saw Milo being held in a headlock, his face turning purple and a look of pure fear on his face.
I felt myself turn back into myself, and charged at the military man. He didn't do anything to protect himself, and when I went in to bend his arms back and slap him with my wings, I couldn't see my hands. What was going on? held them out in front of me, and my hands and wings came back into sight.
"I've got it." Milo hissed at me. I nodded and saw that everyone else pretty much has it under control. Andy and Cree were just finishing off theirs, and Kat was standing around with her 'tary man already dead.
"Alright," Kat said as soon as the guards were either unconcious or dead. "Fly as out and high as you can! Make sure you're out of range!" She had to yell over the beating of wings as everyone lifted off the ground, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling. Then, we all took off, flying from 0 to 85 MPH in about ten seconds. We faded into ranks: Kat and Angel in front, Milo and Cree behind them, and Andy and myself in back. I closed my eyes and felt the sweet, fresh air run though my hair, taking in the tingling of freedom.

And then we heard the gunshots.

Cree

I let a light, breathy chuckle escape me. Milo was standing, well, flying, next to me, and my hand was warm... wait... Milo chose that exact second to look where I was looking.

Our intertwined hands.

"Um," is what I think I said. Something intelligent like that. Next second, my hand is cold again and my mind flops at how quick that was over. With a sinking heart, I looked at the stars. Stars. It'd been so long since I saw them, and my heart rises back up in an instant. It actually feels rather weird, and I warn Milo that I might faint.

"What, you want me to catch you or something?"

I thwacked his head with my wing, but there was a hint of something in his voice that I kind of really liked. Within the next five seconds, I almost reach for his hand again, but am swept into Kat's arms and melt. Right there- in the sky, where I thought it was impossible to hug, just escaped from our prison, I'm hugging the only mother figure I've ever had. I let a few tears sink into her hair and for once am not ashamed of them.

Milo was next, and soon others had their turn. I let out my breath and folded my arms. It was actually a bit cold. "Milo," I started, looking up again.
,
"Yeah, Cree?"

"Milo... We're free."

And in that second, I'm hugging him, and he's hugging me, and it's just so right. I can hear his heartbeat, and he's radiating heat and... and it's just good. It was over more quickly than I wanted and I desperately hoped he couldn't see the flicker of a pout that flashed across my face. I cleared my throat, knowing that my voice must sound weak.

I was interrupted by gunshots.

Oh, crud.

Milo

Milo thought that they were all out of gunshot range. So did everyone else until Cree cried out in pain.

"Cree," he shouted over the wind rushing in hs ears. Her wings were fluttering pathetically and she was falling. After what they'd just shared, he couldn't lose her now. He flew down to her and a bullet skimmed his wing. He flinched but grabbed her before she fell any closer to the ground.

It was a lot harder to fly carrying her, but he could manage. Besides, there wasn't much blood and the bullet had fallen out already. He sighed in relief. She would be alright. At least that's what he told hmself. He didn't know what he'd do if she didn't make it. He prayed to whoever was listening that she would be back to normal before he could miss her.

Fawn

"Cree!" I shouted. I flew down beside Milo, helping him take some of the weight.
"Fly through the clouds!" I shouted at Kat. "They won't see us there!" Kat nodded and began to lift altitude. I flew under Cree, lifting her by the stomach. Blood was dripping into my hands, and I tore off part of my shirt. Still holding Cree, I tied it around her waist to cover the wound.
"We have to get her to land," I told Milo. He, too, nodded and I helped him get a better grip on her. "Think you can get it by yorself now?" I asked. He grunted a yes and I flew close by, just in case.
Then there was a stabbing pain in my stomach. Surprised, I tried to keep flying, and another hit me square in the wing. Clutching my stomach in pain, I fell to the ground.
"Andy!" I cried out, but he was alreay in the clouds. I hit the ground hard, bouncing a few yards and skidding to a stop. I looked at my hands covered in fresh blood. The pain wouldn't go away, and I was losing too much blood.
"I'm gonna get through this." I said over and over. "I'm gonna get through this...I'm gonna...get through this...I'm..gonna..." And with that, I curled my wings around me, closed my eyes, and faded into darkness.

guys i am out of this SB....