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Sun waved over the city, into every nook,
casting darkness aside. Sidewalks were
filled with many people of all shapes and
sizes. Trees along these roads and shops
brightened the atmosphere, giving the
place an old 3050's Californian look. You
would think that it was, since Japan had
been the size of the state for more than
three millenia, but technology advanced,
and the earth expanded. It is now roughly
the size of Australia. You would think of
the cities now as of the ones displayed on
ancient monotone Television sets, until
you glanced at an out of place hovering
vehichle, stop-lights, and holographic
display screens floating above the ground,
not paying attention to gravity. These are
the works of the year 6659 A.C., 65th
centry Earth.
A
young boy about the age of fifteen, strode
down the sidewalk in a strange fashion;
kicking up his legs every couple of
seconds, twirling and sliding out of other
people's way. Long headphone chords
connected themselves to a compact disk
player he held in his hands. Standing
up-right he clocked in at about six and a
half feet tall, standing taller than most
human men and women. Then of course, he
was not. The boy belonged to a race called
the Aerials; humanoid like creatures that
have the ability to extrude wings fromt
their shoulders. Aerial races were
categorized by the tatoos above and below
their eyes; This boy, for example, had two
runded triangles under his eyes; the right
eye adorning a second triangle under the
first, and the left a small circle under
the triangle lobb. All the radiant color
purple clashing with his sepia colored
hair; such were the markings of an Aerial
child. He continued dancing his way
through the sidewalk of people, humming
the beat and snapping his free fingers;
what he didn't notice were the pair of
hands overing behind his neck. The next
moment the pair of hand clamped him down
in a head-lock. He backtracked a few steps
as the larger form leaned on him, rubbing
their knuckles across his head
rapidly.
"Well
if it isn't a Backstreet Boy himself!" The
larger Kid sneered srcastically as the
other tried to regain control of his
neck.
"Ack! Shut-up Bane! Leggo'! Leggo!" he
said spastically, finally pulling himself
out of Bane's arm noose. Bane had bright
orange hair and eyes, and a maroon shade
on his eye markings. He wore a black
tank-top and baggy ripped pants with
dangling red suspenders.
"You don't seem on the ball today, Zion.
Y'know that school starts in five
minutes."
Zion's
eyes narowed, "Crap! What are we standing
here for! lets go!" Zion grabbed Bane's
hand and dragged him down the
sidewalk.
"Since
when did you care about getting to school
on time?!"
"Since
now! I'm going to get afterchool detention
if I'm late!"
Both
boys ran down the block into an open plaza
that spread into a grass field and a
school building. Many Aerial children were
walking into the doors, laughing and
conversing. Zion and Bane ran in after all
of them, hopeing that the bell wouldn't
ring before they got to class.
A
high pitched ring sounded then ceased
almost as fast as it came. All the Aerial
students jumped out of their seats, closed
holographic windows they had open, and
scurried to the class door. Bane and Zion
sneaked to the edge of the door, but were
caught by the ears by a stoic elderly
lady.
"Oh
no; you two get to stay here and clean up
after your classmates!" She said sternly,
and pointed to a broom and a pale. Both
boys groaned and proceeded to carry out
their tardy detention. Fifteen mintues
later, their teacher let them leave. Both
walked down the hall to an outside hallway
that forked into a full 360º around
the circular campus. In the middle was a
clear field, half with grass, and the
other half cemented with benches, keypads
for note-taking, and hundreds of Aerial
children; ranging from 4-16. Heightwise,
all were almost the same, depending on
your family's heritage, but it was only a
slight difference in how tall each kid
was.
"Y'know
what class Ossy just had?" Zion asked
Bane, who was sneering at some preppie
girls that were looking at
them.
"No,"
He replied," but I think that's him over
there" Bane extended his index finger to
the right of him. Several yeards ahead, a
boy with bright blue hair was centered
inside a group of boys clad in steet punk
style clothes. All of them laughed and
walked off the other direction, leaving
the blue haired boy, flustered and beet
red.
"Ossy!"
Zion yelled at the boy and waved. The boy
flinched and turned around to see Zion and
Bane walking his way.
"Would
you quit calling me that?" he replied,
turning his face the other way. he didnt
want them to see his red face, "My name is
Os-Ex, Zion."
"Sure
thing Ossy," Zion flicked a finger,
completley ignoring what he just said,
"What were those boys doing over
here?"
Os-Ex
frowned, the chords dangling from his left
ear to his neck retracted when he lowered
his long elf-like ears. He turned around
to face his friends, closing his
eyes.
"What's
th' matter?" Bane asked curiously,
crossing his arms and bending over
slightly to see his face. Os-Ex beathed in
a ragged breath and slowly opened his eyes
wide at them. Bane twitched and Zion's
brow raised. Os-Ex's eye color had gone
completley white; The pupil stretched
itself like a large slit, and several
extra rins potruded around
them.
"Ossy...Y-you're
a Dream Eater?" Zion stammered in shock.
Os-Ex snorted in responce,
"No.
I'll never be a Dream Eater. Not even if I
wanted to be," He pointed to his eye
markings, which consisted of two rounded
purple triangles and nothing more, " I'm
only half Aerial, Zion, so I cant even
wake up from the 16th Dream, nor suffer
from Insomnia the same way other Aerials
do."
All
three of them sat down on the grass mound
together, Os-Ex flicked his ears and
snuffed his nose with his sleeve,"Since I
can't Awaken the proper way, I'm going to
try out the Wing Program I have been
working on" For several months now, Os-Ex
had been working on a program that he
could embed into his body to extract wings
from his shoulder blades.
"Oh!
Those things again?!" Bane rolled his
eyes, "You're going to kill yourself
sticking all that crap into your
body"
"It's
medically transferable, if it gets that
bad" Os-Ex insured him, but Bane only
stuck out his tongue in reply. Zion yawned
and tilted his head back onto the grassy
floor, Small sheaths of green tickled the
back of his neck. He watched the clouds
come in and out of view as the red sky
waved a departure to the setting
sun.
"I
hope we all make it to where we wanna'
go.." Zion sighed, looking straight
up.
"Yeah.."
Bane replied, looking up as well, "Life
would be horrible if we didn't"
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