Gavin's wings

 I woke up with a start, Cold sweat pouring down my face. I shivered slightly, my thoughts of my dream and reality were twisted and jumbled. I had died again. In the ocean surrounded by all of the people who had hurt me. They were laughing as I screamed for help. I could hear the breath rush out of me as something pulled me under. I couldn’t see that it was, the water had turned black. I saw spots and my lungs screamed for air. As the pressure in my chest became unbearable I took a deep breath and allowed myself to breathe in the salty water. Instantly I started to cough only to suck even more water. The water was cooling my throat but burning my lungs. I screamed for help. I kicked and thrashed against the invisible force holding me down.  I feel myself becoming weak. I use the last of my strength to look up. All I see are faces laughing and smiling sweetly. I grew angry, but I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. Suddenly I felt cold, and slowly my limbs grew numb. The last thing I remember is the invisible force releasing its grip, but it was too late. I was already gone.  How many people can say that they dreamt of their deaths? not like dreaming that you've jumped off of a cliff and the false sensation of falling wakes you. Have you had a dream like mine? Did you see the full death? Did you feel the fear I did? Did you feel the coldness spread through you? I did, and it sucks! there is nothing waiting for you. no rainbow, or golden gates. Just black, empty, quiet, a nothingness that consumes you as a whole.  I don't want that to happen. I know death is inevitable, but I don't want to live a life of terror and misery just to die and experience nothingness. you might say that it is the Circle of life, but I am a straight male! I don't follow crowds and I don't do something for the hell of it. I have to think things through. I have to care! I need to care! If I didn't care I would be lost! I wouldn't be me if I didn't worry all the time! If nothingness is what I have to look forward to then I am going to make the best of life. If I am going to do that I need to get out of this town, and away from these people. I am going to act normal for today, but once it gets dark I am outta here! I quietly got dressed in a school uniform. I got one of the last ones so it has stains and tears on the front with a big what I hope is an ink stain on the back.   I opened my door and peeked around the corner, but as usual, nobody was home. I skimmed down the steps and rounded the corner to the kitchen. I'm sixteen and always hungry, but there is never more than a gallon of milk and two eggs in the fridge. I closed the door deciding to grab something on the way to school. grabbing my leather jacket and backpack I run out the door. I make my way to Polly's Diner. She always gives me free food. I order my usual, a cup of coffee eggs, toast, and sausage.  As I take the last sip of coffee I notice a dark figure in the corner of the room. I hadn't seen anyone come in after me, so it surprised me. As I try to sneak a peek at it, it turns and vanishes. I am starting to think that I am still dreaming. I pinch myself and winch as I draw blood. Maybe I am just going crazy. It runs in the family, doesn't it?  "Gavin! Gavin! Wait! Hey! Wait!" Sydney Screams.      Sydney is the person who showed me around the school on my first day. She guided me to my classes and sat with me at lunch. I thought she would be like the others and leave me on the second day, but it turns out she is as lonely as me. Every day for the past month she has been here waiting for me. She has a new friend today it seems. She runs up to me and sighs. "Bad day?" She asked. "no?" I say confused. "I was kidding!" She said smiling. "oh," I say looking at the guy standing next to her. "Who is this?" "This is Brandon. He is new, too!" She says looking at him and smiling. "Hi. I am Brandon. You must be Gavin. I have heard a lot about you." He says offering me his hand. "Nice to meet you," I say taking his hand, and nodding. His green eyes are about even to mine, meaning he is tall.  "I didn't realize how much you guys look alike! I am going to have to give you name tags!" Sydney says grinning brightly. She has a point I realize. Being tall isn't the only thing we have in common. He has green eyes like mine and the same black hair.  "What is your last name? " I ask curiously. "Throndsen," he replies quietly. Sydney gasps and I just stare. "Are you in foster care too?" I ask. He nods meeting my gaze cautiously.  "b****y hell!" I curse. "you guys are-" Sydney starts, but stops short when she sees my face. "oh, dear." She finishes. I turn my head and when I do I see a shadowy figure standing close to sh shrub failing miserably to stay hidden.  It is the same figure from Polly's. "I gotta go," I say heading for the front exit.   "wait! I want to come too!" Sydney calls. " No! You stay here. I will go with him." Brandon says. I didn't care. all I wanted to do was get out of there. As soon as Brandon caught up with me  I slowed a little. we walked quietly for a long while every once in a while he would turn and open his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind every time. I walked to my house opening the door and gesturing him inside. I move up the stairs and into my room.  I collected a few sets of clothes. warmer clothes and lighter clothes. I grabbed my knife a blanket and matches. I flew down the stairs to the kitchen grabbing a flashlight and a pack of batteries. I turn to see the dark figure standing directly behind me. I let out a yelp and jump back. The figure lifts its hand and Pulls down its hood. I let out a gasp as I take in the figure's beautiful features. She has bright blue eyes with long reg hair. her skill was unflawed. she has bands of freckles bridging her nose.  "Hello," She says cooly. She looks me up and down and offers a small perfect smile. "Hi?" I say. I look around for Brandon and find him sitting in a chair playing with a knife. "I see you have met your brother already. Good, That saves time.  We must leave. Now. " she says turning to move out the door. "Wait. Why? Who are you?" I asked quickly. "You are needed. If you do not come with me now you will be in immediate danger. Oh, and my name is Morgan. " she said cooly. She looks to Brandon and motions for him to move out the door. He smiles stood and walked out the door.  "We have everything you need there," she says again moving toward the door. I nod and drop my bag and pick up my knife and slide it into my pocket. I look down to the floor as I walk out the door.  Morgan takes the lead and we walk the short distance to the woods.  they should be around here somewhere." she says after we stepped across a small creek. What is she talking about? As soon as we round the corner I see what she was talking about. Three horses stood tied to a tree. one was black one was white and one was grey. I stared at the grey one as it was huge and very pretty.  "The Grey hasn't picked his rider yet. he doesn't have a name for that reason.   It seems you have been chosen Gaven." she says looking between me and the grey. I looked at the grey horse and noticed that he had blue eyes.  "Wow! you are beautiful!" I say reaching out my hand to pet him. I feel his soft muzzle and notice the warm breath he blew onto my hand. I feel a tingle in my back and jump back when the ting turns into pain.  " Ow!" I shout. " oh, dear! we need to get going now!" Morgan says quickly.  "what was that?" I ask with a shaky voice. "My God! You really don't know?" Brandon askes rolling his eyes. He takes off his shirt and flexes. I let out a screech as a pair of white wings pop out of his back. He stares at me with a smirk on his face when he leans his head back and stretched his wings to their full length. "Stop showing off!" Morgan shouts rolling her eyes. Brandon folded his wings then they disappeared. He put his shirt into the saddlebag of the black horse and pulled out a t-shirt instead.  "What the hell! I have- I am going to have- wings?" I Ask. My whole body is shaking. Morgan just nods and glares at Brandon. "We need to get going now."  We each untie our horses and Morgan helps me up onto the grey horse. she suggested that I start thinking of names for him. I just smiled. It feels so good to be on top of this giant animal. once we started to move Morgan gave me tips on how to sit, and move so, it was more comfortable.  "Zayn, his name is Zayn," I say. "I like that. This is Abella and his horse's name is Tegan. their bond is special because horses usually only bond with the same s*x," she explained.  "oh," was all I could say. "You don't talk very much, huh? That's okay," she says sensing my anxiety. "I have never needed to talk very much. Simple yes and no questions were asked, and not much else after." I say. "Wow! you can talk! Love the accent by the way!" She says cheerfully. I just blush. "This is my first mission on the outside, so I am happy it is going so well! "  She says. "Do you have wings too?" I ask. "Nope. I am a wIzard. My mom is a wizard and my dad was a human. she killed him after he cheated on her with one of your angels. " she explained. "Angel? I am an Angel?" I ask stunned.  "Wow! Way to play innocent!" Brandon says. suddenly he isn't able to speak anymore and Morgan just laughs.  " yes, you're an angel. Don't let it go to your head." She says.  "How old are you?" I ask curiously. "Sixteen," She says with a shrug.  The forest was quiet and peaceful I can feel the blood coursing through my veins. the pointing in my chest matched the one in my head. I sway my head and breathe in all the scents. All mixed together they smell like heaven. I am getting excited to see where it is that we are going.  Everything feels like a dream.