He opens his eyes, finds himself on a cold concrete floor. A halogen lamp flickers atop a mahogany table. The room is small, sunlight shines in through the only window. Nothing hangs on the creme colored walls, sheet rock is visible through some large cracks. He lifts himself, swaying back and fouth, manages to sit upright. His vision is blurry he cant distinguish the door from the wall. His gaze shifts to the table, where a tattered wooden chair lays on its back. He flips it upright, pulls himslef up on to it, leening over he knotices a mirror turned face down, he reaches for it. In the corner of his eye he knotices someone standing behind him, a shadowy figure, he feels thier grip on his back. Silky, Sattin like hands that are firmly grasping his shoulders. He gets up raising his arm to knock them away , but finds that he is alone in the room, yet he still feels the grip of the silky hands. Slowly reaches to his shoulder; something thick and soft is protruding from his back, he pulls at it. Tearing something off, he opens his hand and a handfull of feathers fall to the ground. One remained in his hand the black feather looked as if it had been dipped in red paint, white highlights streaked across it felt sliky to the touch, much like the hand that was gripping his back. He quickly grabbed the mirror...
"Wings?"... Large Black/Red wings glisened in the glowing light of the halogen bulb. "what?" he gasped. He gazed in the mirror, examining his black hair, red eyes that would glow different random hues, slowly touched his face, running his fingers down from his forehead, down to his nose, accross his lips and aroud to his cheekbone. He knoticed the symbols that covered his arm and seemed to go around to his back. "Who...who am i? What am i?" he said aloud.
"Your name is Wings" a voice replied
"What who said that" he said looking around frantically, but he was still alone. A great swelling of pain came overhim, a burning sensation that brough him down to his knees, he hunched over, breathing heavily. His vision became blurry the mirror began to warp, crack and bend...the temperature became extremely hot. He fell back to the concrete floor blacking out.....
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