I woke up before I could actually enter the office. The alarm went off. 5:30 am? Who gets up that early? I need to start waking up anyway. I got less than five hours to fight that.....what did he call himself? Whatever. Doesn't matter. I got up and grabbed something to eat, despite my thinking that I should be sick to my stomach over the situation.
I put the wing harness back on. The....uh....I need to think of a name for this thing. Just something to call it. A Handicap? Fine. I strapped on the handicap and did a quick test with it. All good for right now. Which means I'll be able to fly in my battle with that sick maniac. I put on my clothes over it. I looked at the clock: 9:00. I better leave for that address.
I took off on the roof, feeling like my heavy heart will bring my hurtling towards the ground, but it didn't. I stayed up in the air. I flapped hard to gain some altitude. It was nice feeling the warm sun on my wings.......I mean, wing; rather than the cool night air for once.
I found the address down below. I came in for a soft landing, nobody was really out this morning. Did they sense something bad was going to happen? Or, is it something simpler like nobody really feels like going out today? I sighed. I wondered what my old friends are thinking of me right now. Are they worried? Are they thinking that I'm just some bratty kid that ran away from home for no reason? I certainly hope not. I knew my friends for three years now, whenever I was getting pushed around by another student, or even a teacher, they stood by me.
I shook my head. Those days are over. I looked around. There's the store across the street. The separation between it and the building to its right made a small alleyway. In the alley, I saw a shadow leaning against shadows. The bounty hunter, no doubt. I walked across the street, clicking the setting on my handicap to the folded-in setting. I could feel it close closer to my body. I pulled my other wing in tight.
I entered the alley way like the idiot I probably was. I said, "You the knuckle head that took my friend?" I could see him grin. I could tell that he sharpened his canine teeth to look like fangs. Then again, maybe he didn't.
Hey, I'm a kid with wings who (so far) fought a mechanical porcupine man, a high-tech hill-Billy, and a Russian mercenary who gave herself a freaking comic book-worthy-name.
Right now, anything is possible.
The man revealed himself from the shadows. He was wearing a black, sleeveless jumpsuit. He had a mechanical bulb on the left side of his chest, with wires reaching over both sides of his neck, and under his left arm. He had extremely long, blond hair; tide in a ponytail. It reached his waist. The guy easily reached seven feet. I felt like a small child going against an adult.....an adult with very big muscles.
Here's the kicker: his forearms had bronze mechanical gauntlets on them. They looked like they covered his arms from the elbow, all the way down to his finger tips. I could not imagine what he would need those for. For gutting whoever pissed him off enough?
Oh, wait, yes I can. He said, "You don't appear to be all that threatening. How is it, I wonder, that you were able to avoid three of those mediocre Bounty Hunters?" He stood there, examining me for a moment. "However, like I said, they were the mediocre hunters. I, however, realize how valuable the hunt is, how pleasurable the prey is when they struggle underneath your grasp." He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and licked his lips. When he opened them again he smiled. "It's delicious."
I simply glared at him, then felt a flicker of a smirk appear as I thought of a joke. "Your mother never hugged you, has she?" He only smirked. He replied, "Such jokes will not help you this time young Gabriel. If you wish to see your friend, follow me." He ducked back into the shadows. I followed him until I saw him jump down an already opened man-hole.
A fight, in the sewers. This is just asking for trouble.
Reguardless, I dropped into the sewer.
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