A Collection Of Feathers

"you know, people say that life can chagne in the blink of an eye...i learned that the hard way.."
seth redder is an ordinary boy, he has friends, a girlfriend, and a monster kitten called spike. at least until he started having the nightmares about his dad..

Mark redder, sent to iraq on a strictly need to know mission, little did he know it would cost him everything he held dear to his heart

with a bond formed and an unusual experiment, seth and his father are now connected through more than just flesh and blood.
can seth uncover the truth under all the lies, or will he fall in the face of advisery...hurry seth..your time is almost up.


13. Fight Or Flight...Flight

She waited for me in the garden. I'd packed my bag and was sat in the kitchen with a pen and a bit of paper trying to sum up in a few sentences where i'd be when mom got home. What to say? 'Oh hey mom, i'll be in paris if you want to contact me, love seth' Really? I just sat there thinking about what would go through her head. I sighed, heavily, and stood, simply putting on the paper 'Love you mom, I'll be okay, I'm so sorry.' I put the pen down and walked out the back door with a heavy heart.


I'd slashed some wholes in my leather jacket so my wings so the could fit through. Scarlet smiled at me. I tried to smiled back, but couldnt. She took my hand, the sun was peaking, dew was still on the grass, glistening like frost. "We need to get to paris, I have about a hundred dollars, should be enough for two tickets, if not, i'll fly." She frowned

"How do you know if you'll make it?" She asked,i didn't reply, as i scooped her up. Preparing my wings for flight. It was twenty miles to the nearest airport. Good thing i ate breakfast. I beat my wings and kicked off. Within seconds i was in the air, looking down on my house, and my estate. I had a feeling in my gut that this would be the last time i saw my house.

I flew toward the airport, I was starting to get used to my wings. They were still heavy but they felt better. I felt Scarlet slowly ease her tension as i flew, but she kept her arms securely locked around my neck. The sun bathed my face in light, the warmth felt good against my skin. I was surprised at how fast i was flying, the small town that was about halfway to the airport sped past, five thousand feet below me.

About ten minutes later the airport came into view. I landed about a quatre mile away from the terminal. My ears started ringing, and all at once, a thousand noises started creeping into my skull, like the volume being turned up on an amplifier. I heard voices, cuttlery, coffe being poured, planes being refueled, all these sounds...but we were about a quartre mile out from the airport. That could help. i reached in my bag and pulled out a heavy leather jacket and shoved in on, tucking in my wings as tight as possible.

"Lets just try to get past security"  I grumbled.

We walked into the airport through the revolving doors. Hairs stood up on the back of my neck. If they caught us on the plane we were screwed. I walked calmly to the front desk, and asked about the next few planes to Paris.

"Well," said the girl behind the ticket desk, wearing way to much lip gloss,"you're in luck, we have five tickets left for a plane that will be leaving in a half hour, two i'm guessing?" I nodded. "Okay that'll be one hundred and five dollars," I handed her the money, and she handed us the tickets. "Have a nice day," I smiled,'Yeah, I wish' i thought. maraculously we managed to get past security, weirdly they didint ask me to remove my jacket. We had about another fifteen minutes to wait for the plane, so we wandered the terminal, i was still tense. With very good reason.

I knew two of the men in the black tailored suits were following me. "We're being followed, dont turn around, be ready to move," I said under my breathe to Scarlet, she gave a brief nod in response. They were close now, in arms reach. "NOW!"

We bolted to our teminal, knocking past families, darting between people, walking this way and that. The door to our flight was closing, the hostess was just closing the door when she let us past. I turned my head to the three men in tailored black suits all stood smartly glaring at us through expensive sunglasses. I grinned, and flipped them off.

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