A boy runs away from his family because he fears his change will only bring trouble.
From a great height he watched. Cars, buses, boats, people. Slowly he drew his plans, he needed to mark out where everything was. Paris was an unknown place to him. He had left everything behind for his family's sake. He smelled a gust of garlic filled air, it brought him back home.
Every Sunday he would waken by the sweet stench of garlic bread. It was a Sunday he left come to think of it. He packed his essentials in his rucksack on the Saturday night; he then left through the window early in the morning.
He felt a drop of rain water fall onto his cheek. He needed to get out of the sky before it started to rain, he decided. Ironic how his mother used to call him her little angel because now he was as good as. Looking to the left he could see his wing coming closer to his back; putting him in an optimum position to accelerate down to the ground.
Looking at his wings only made him think to the day it all happened. Saturday. That's when it happened. The Saturday he packed. His sleep was restless but he didn't think of it.
When he awoke something was digging into his back, he thought maybe a spring had come loose on his mattress, but no. Wings were on his back when he looked in the mirror. Five times he slapped himself in the face. Six times he looked away from the mirror then looked again;They didn't go away.
Landing on his hands and feet in a side street he stared at his hands. Nails use to be at the tips of his fingers but now they were tallons;Another 'great thing' that came to me that night.
Ruffling his wings he started the difficult task of removing his rucksack from his back. Eventually after a series of painful manoeuvres he succeeded. Unzipping his bag he took out his long overcoat. He put his coat on then he appeared to be normal.
'La petite théière'. 60 meters away he saw the sign which in English means The Little Teapot. Shocking as he thought his high school french would never be useful. 10 minutes of walking later he was at the entrance.
After putting on long black leather gloves to hide what are turning into claws he opened the door. Standing at the entrance he took everything in the room in; He herd everything in the room and could almost pick which conversation he would want to listen to then just mute the rest.
It seemed like every second he was growing more and more like a- ,well he didn't even know what he was turning into he was just petreified to what the outcome would be.
Few seconds after his train of thought had pulled in he joined the que.
He looked at the menu. He could barley concentrate on the words because all he could notice was the chips on the board and the discoloration of certian parts. Eventually he seen that a Cappicino would cost one euro fifty.
Paying for his drink he sat in the corner,away from view, wondering what he will do next. Would he just stay in paris or move about to avoid be seen , what would even happen if he was seen. He had not herd of anything like this happening before. Had something like this happened before. It would be easy enough for the goverment to cover it up. Is this even real, many a time he had thought he would wake up any mintue. Is it even possible to dream sleeping. He had slept atleast two times since his departure.
He lifted up his cup and wrapped his lips around the cup. Taking a sip to test the temprature he tasted the sweet taste of coco beans.
“Do you mind if I sit here?”A young blonde beautiful woman said gesturing toward the empty seat opposite him.
“Sure, I can't think of a reason why not,”He said casually while thinking that was ecstatically the problem , he could not think of a way to get rid of her without arousing suspicion.
“I'm Betty,”She said putting out her hand. “Sorry I didnt catch yours?” Betty finished with her hand still hanging in the air.
“Im Alvis,”He said shaking her hand.”Ouch!”He screamed felling a painful nip on his skin.
“Oh I'm sorry,”Betty said realising his hand and showing alvis her nails. “Should really get them cut,”She giggled.
Alvis took a sip of his Coffee and looked around the room to fill the silence. Outside he seen paris a beautiful french country. Then he looked at the menu and seen the french writing across the outdated black board. He over herd people speaking french at the surrounding tables.
It finally hit him. This seemingly french girl did not speak to him in french. He had not noticed at first ,no one had talked to him before. Betty caught him of guard, if that was even her name. He knew he was in trouble.
“You should take your jacket and gloves off. It is much to warm,”Betty said in a sinister way.
“Oh its fine I was just leaving,”Alvis said getting up.
“Oh don't leave so soon, you have not even finished your coffee.”She contiued in the same tone.
“Its fine I really have to go,”He said steping backwards. “Good day Betty!”He said waving.
“Good day alvis,”Betty said sipping her drink. “Good – Day.”
Alvis started running as soon as he was out of the womans sight. Something was not right , she was to calm. He just let him get away. He needed to get away quicker than this, Alvis only had one option.
As he ran he started taking off his over coat and rucksack. He stuffed his over coat into the bag. He started to flap his wings to gain more speed. Taking off his gloves he seen blood dripping down his wrist on his right hand. The one Betty had shaken. He took the glove off reveling a blood soaked hand. Looking closer he seen a peice of blinking metal.
“A tracking device!”Alvis screamed aloud. Anger came to him stronger than usual. Another scream came but this was of pain. His hands started to sake; His pale skin started to turn red with vibration. This blood red soon became a charcoal grey - his skin was no longer soft but it was hard. His two middle fingers began to bind into eachother; Froming on the edge was a black 6 inch rasor sharp claw .This procces repeted for his reamining fingers.
What was once his hand was now his tallon. His feet and remaining hand started to do the same. His tallons ripped threw his glove and shoes. Alvis continued to scream , this scream was turning into a screach, as his wings streatched out smashing the windows of the two biluding which inclosed him, the wings florished and flikered like a white flame.
His breathing began to slow down and with it he too calmed down. He regained him composure and realised he had to stay on the move. He attempted to fly out of the small side street but his wings were to big. He looked at his tallons and thought of an idea.
Digging his talons into the brick work he began to scale the wall. In a matter of seconds he had climbed a 7 story Building. Alvis Jamp onto the roof leaving what used to be a wall behind.
His wings started to flap frantically and he took of into the night sky.
He had been flying for 5 mintues before he was slamed to the ground by a man in black armour. On the ground he was tackled by 5 more men dressed in the same fashion. Alvis screamed in frustration again his anger began to be uncotrolable.
He slamed 3 of the men to the ground with a whip of his wing. Lanching himself of a wall Alvis impaled a man through the stomach with his claws on all of his four tallens. Bouncing off the dead man onto another which he then threw into the three men atempting to get up.
He flew into the air again. The fresh sent of garlic snapped him out of his anger but his victory didn't last long the next think he seen was a metal cage crushing his wings into him forcing him to curl up into a ball.
Alvis seen the ground just before it smaked him in the face. He tryed to stand but only manged to get to his knees. He started clawing at the cage that penatrated the concrete under him with little luck.
He continued at a quicker pace and the bar started to move a little he smiled and grabed the bar only to be ment by a voltage of electricity. He was blown back to the bars behind him ;he was then meet with more pain and Alvis fell to the ground. His eyes began to close but before they closed he seen a flash of blonde hair. They had got him.