Helixi
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Part 5.
On the North plain, where cities were sent for repairs, there were small land villages. Despised by the "movers", as city dwellers were called, they were nonetheless needed to perform vital maintenance on the cities. The engines, coal, diesel and petrol, were updated occasionally, supplies were replenished, hover disks were replaced. The land dwellers swarmed over the huge metal behemoths like ants, heedless of the jeers of the city people as they performed their vital work.
A day later, Thomas was soaring over the plains, his huge crimson eighteen foot wings effortlessly carrying him and his precious cargo. In his arms, Eve was asleep, weighing no more than a child would. In her arms, the cat was asleep as well. He smiled down at Eve, marvelling at her vulnerability. Below him, a city lumbered through the pass into the North plains, its flanks ripped and twisted like an old tin can. There was a fire roaring in its engine room, Thomas could smell it; he watched in detachment as the half the city burned. In his arms, Eve stirred and blinked drowsily. As he watched the city limp to the land villages, its sides still consumed by fire and smoke, Eve fought her way free of his vice-like grip. She plummeted towards the ground, struggling to open her wings. Thomas swore and dived after them, his own wings making him perfectly streamlined. The clips he had put on Eve's wings would be difficult and painful for her to get off when she was on the ground, let alone tumbling towards a burning city hundreds of miles an hour. He came along side her, fighting to grab hold of her again before she hit the ground. He succeeded, pulling her safely back into his arms.
She howled with frustration and punched him, cleanly breaking his nose. He reeled back in pain, his rage clear. Thomas suddenly dropped her and wrenched the clips from her wings, shouting, "Go ahead, Evie, fly!" Again, she plummeted towards the ground, feathers trailing in her wake. It was agony to open her wings at all; where Thomas had ripped the clips from her wings, taking with it feathers, bone and blood. Finally, after long torturous seconds of struggling, Eve opened them, a huge fifteen foot white span. She turned and corkscrewed through the air, flying parallel to the ground only a few feet below, then turned and swooped up to join Thomas.
<<WILL EDIT MORE LATER>>
< Message edited by Helixi -- 1/14/2011 13:15:54 >
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