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some government dissection table.  I needed to go somewhere, to hide, to think.
    Then my eyes snapped wide, and I started flapping with urgency.  Stacy, Billie!  Those men had killed my friends.  I had to get to them somehow.  They didn't deserve what had happened to them.  I felt tears streaking my cheeks and my vision blurred.
    I screamed in anger and frustration.  Those bastards had killed my friends!  I glanced at one of my impossible wings, realizing that the feathers were a sort of mottled white and tan on top and white as the driven snow on the leading edges and underside.
    I flapped my wings again and then wondered just how I was able to fly with them.  I mean, I had just gotten them a minute ago, and it just seemed natural to me as I flew and evaded the attack.  I flapped again.  How did I know how to use them?
    At that thought, I lost all control of them, thinking too much.  Like looking down at your feet as you are running to make sure you put them one foot in front of another and winding up stumbling.  The wings sort of hung limply, partially folded to my back as I plummeted.
    On instinct I wrapped the wings around myself in a protective gesture as I hit the ground, skipping and rolling across the alley and slamming into a dumpster in the darkness.  I was first aware of the crashing, thudding sound that seemed too loud to me before the pain of the impact caught up with my nerves and I whimpered in pain.
    It felt like I had almost broken my back and I felt a searing pain from... I had hurt a wing.  My wing.  I blinked back tears of my physical pain and from the emotional anguish of my roommate's fate.  I was dazed, and everything was fuzzy.  I was hurt... bad.
    I opened my eyes as I felt movement.  I didn't even remember passing out.  I would have rolled my eyes at myself if I didn't have a head-splitting migraine.  Of course, I didn't remember, I was busy losing consciousness at the time.
    I felt the movement again and realized that someone was dragging me across the ground in the alley.  I squinted in the dark as the person heaved again, dragging me a foot at a time.  It was a girl.  She looked to be maybe nineteen-ish.  Her eyes looked to be wide in fear as she looked toward the end of the alley as she pulled me back further.
    She was wearing tattered clothing, and her long dark hair was tangled and matted, plastered against her scalp.  She looked like any of the other homeless people in the San Francisco area.  Her eyes were dark pools, wide and almost manic looking.  There was something not quite right about the woman.  Those eyes were most likely a mirror of the near insanity in mine when I discovered I had...  Oh holy shit, I had wings!  This woman was dragging me on my back by my wings.
    I tried to protest, but my voice was a groaning croak.  The girl turned her eyes from the alley entrance to me, and the wild look softened as she smiled a brilliant smile at me and she whispered, “You're awake.  Hang on Angel, we need to hide, they are almost here.”
    I blinked at her.  She knew me?  I tried to place her but was coming up blank.  If it weren't for that manic look in her eyes, I'd say she was almost pretty.  If she got cleaned up, I was sure she would be.
    I heard the screeching of tires on the pavement nearby, the sound of cars taking high speed turns on the asphalt.  Then car horns sounding their protest of the recklessness.
    She cussed under her breath and looked around, her eyes locked onto something and she said, “Sorry Angel.”  Then with a great heave, she pulled us over the edge of a small stairwell down to some old basement in the degraded brick building.
    I landed hard with an “Oof.”  I winced in pain as I landed on a wing.  I rolled slightly, and it wrapped around in front of me, and I weakly cradled it in my arms.  A moment later the woman fell unceremoniously on top of me as I heard the screeching of tires as some vehicles made a high-speed turn