Sorry for my long absence!
college is busy for me, but I now have more time to submit things.
please read my fanfiction, which I have submitted the first chapter of~
Until You Fly Again: Chapter 3Until You Fly Again: Chapter 3 by ~onelittlebluejay
Chapter 3: Food for Thought
Once Bard had reassured Finny (oh, he quite liked this nickname now) that his flamethrower was in his hands for the sole purpose of cooking, Finny followed the cook back to the mansion. He regretted leaving behind the glorious beauty of the garden, but his stomach was growling, and he couldn't blame it—he hadn't eaten in days.
Bard opened the doors and Finny had to freeze for a moment to take in what he was seeing. He had been too focused on getting outside to really pay attention to all the rooms he was running through, but this main hall was gorgeous. Glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glittering, a
Until You Fly Again: Chapter 2Until You Fly Again: Chapter 2 by ~onelittlebluejay
Chapter 2: First Encounters
He had been given no instructions, so S-1—Finnian, had no idea what he was supposed to do. Standing up, he glanced anxiously around the room, an innate fear of realizing this all was a dream rising inside of him. Any second now, and a doctor would flip a switch and engulf him in darkness, and inject him with something else.
He shrieked as both the image of his house and mother disappeared before his eyes, only to be replaced with a man wearing white clothes and a pair of glasses on his face.
"You see, S-102, you could have this all back…we can let you go back to your home, but only if you are willin
Until You Fly Again: Chapter 1Until You Fly Again: Chapter 1 by ~onelittlebluejay
Chapter 1: Identity
It hurts...all I feel is pain.
Make it stop..make it STOP!
He screamed as he jolted awake, remembering the moment the doctors had injected him that final time. He would never forget the feeling that surged through him the moment the toxin had taken effect. The blinding hot pain that had coursed through his veins, causing him to lose control of everything: his mind, his body, who he was...everything.
S-012 took a deep ratting breath, trying to calm his nerves. He closed his eyes, almost afraid to look at what was beyond the curtains of the carriage seat. His arms were still stinging from the injections,