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The warm autumn air blew into my face as my wings took me closer to the hideout. A few gusts of winds had blown me and I had almost lost my balance in the air those few times. I was coming from a Target in Alabama, though the hideout is in Kentucky; it was a diversion to make sure I wasn't being followed by anyone.

My duffel bag was full of canned food and extra clothes from the problem of having wings, tails, and the ability to shapeshift. Shapeshifting it's that fun, it's painful to change your normal shape into something way tiny like a fly or something way big like a blue whale.

Clouds helped hide me from plain view from anyone that doesn't need to see a monster. The only problem is with the wind pushing the clouds around and making holes in the sky. This allows people to get a glimpse at me if they paid any attention to the sky.

Gladly my lungs are used to the change of high altitude and low oxygen from flying or fleeing. My wings could carry me for hundreds of miles if I carefully use my energy right.

Another gust of wind blew harder than the others and caught under my left wing, causing me to flip into spinning out of control towards the ground. My duffel was ripped out my hand and also was falling down with me.

Unable to fix my position as the wind continue to blow, I allowed myself to fall towards the ground. It's like fighting the current of a fast moving river; you'll lose your energy faster if you fight it. Just allow yourself to fall until you find a spot where it slows down or stops.

It wasn't long for the gust of wind to stop and at the same exact second, I unfurl my wings to fix my position and to slow my fall.

The duffel bag whooshes passed me which caught my attention; I furl my wings and tipped my upper body down to the ground. I fell into a nosedive and rapidly gained speed until it was back in my grasp.

With that hopefully over for the day, I speedily flew back above the clouds before anyone could see. The wind still gently blowing against me on the way back above the clouds didn't help my case.

The abandoned house that I call my hideout appeared in my vision far off in the distance. Its grayish color with hints of green from the moss and mold was on the walls on the outside. It was on stilts, giving the front and back door three steps to gain entrance to the house. Those steps at each door and the small porch at the front of the house creaked at any weight from anything, including the wind. Said places also have holes from not liking the weight from me and I have fallen through, giving me small scratches from the incidents.

From how high I am in the air, you could see the other abandon houses around the area. It didn't make sense on why anyone would leave such a beautiful place. No one could bother you except your neighbors and there wasn't anybody for miles upon miles. Peace and quiet.

All the other houses were different shapes and styles but all had the small run down look to them. It was sad to see something in this state like this and made no sense.

This was the perfect spot to hide from someone hunting you down; the land is flat and gave you the opportunity to be able to see if there was someone coming. This spot was great for me as I'm that creature being hunted down.

Now paranoid if there was anyone following me from the air or ground, I push down my wings harder to gain speed. It didn't help with duffel bag blocking the wind from gliding smoothly over my scales; it's not aerodynamic at all.

The talons on my scaly feet touched down on the knee-high grass that surrounds the area around the hideout. Furling my wings and keeping them close to my body, I padded my way up to the steps and gently climbed my way into the house.

A smell rotten wood, rats/mice, and dead rodents were strong in the air. It was the normal odor for the house and nothing else that was alarming could be smelt. I waited many moments to listen and smell anything else to find if there was anything dangerous.

With nothing showing any danger, I enter the house and strolled over to the kitchen to set down the bag. I won't unpack it just in case I have to leave faster than a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun.

Taking a can of beans from my duffel bag, I sink my claw into the top of the can and cut all the way around it. Removing the metal disk from the inside of the can, I tip it into the somewhat clean sink to drain as much of the green bean juice from the can.

After draining the juice from the can, my feet carry me back over to where the duffel bag. I use my prehensile tail to pick up the bag and carry it up to the master bedroom, that's where I sleep and hide for the remainder of the time until I'm forced to leave.

Stepping up the flight of old, creaky stairs to reach the highest point of the run-down house, I trek down the hall to the master bedroom. There was a questionable mattress in the corner, farthest from the door, with three blankets and a pillow to adorn the mattress. A broken sliding glass door, it was broken by me since it didn't want to open, sat to the right of the door. Nothing else was inside of the room, no furniture or anything like that except a pile of dirty clothes that are in need of being cleaned.

Gently placing down the duffel bag next to the mattress, (there was a hole by the door from when I not-so-gently set down the bag which gave me a few scratches in return), I amble my way over to the open sliding door and on to the deck. It creaks under my weight and wobbles a little bit but I didn't stay too long on the unstable piece of wood. I use my prehensile tail to hold the can as I climb up onto the roof.

By the time I had finished my okay green beans, the sun was finally below the horizon and shining on the clouds. It was creating an amazing and beautiful sight to see, the only I wish I hoped at that moment for was a camera to capture this scene. It's going to be a while before there was another chance for me to see something like this again.

From my spot on the roof, you could see the beautiful sunset and watch the stars appear to take the suns place. The air's temperature dropped about fifteen degrees by the time the stars fully took over the sky.

It was that time to get some needed sleep before doing the chores around the house. I treat the house as the best I could because it has kept me safe, hidden, and a roof over my head to protect from the rain of autumn.

Carefully getting off the roof and onto the deck, I enter the house once more and make my way over to the mattress. I plop down on the mattress and laid there for some time before sleep became a thing to me.

The sound multiple vehicles and a helicopter closing in on the house from the southeast woke me up from my sleep. Jumping from my comfortable position, I rush out on to the deck, not caring if I was careful or not.

With me being unable to see the oncoming danger, I jump on the railing of the deck and then off into the air. My wings unfurl and catch the cold night air as I pump them to take me around the house to see what is coming towards me.

Seven heavily armored SUV's and a helicopter with a machine gun hanging from the bottom it, are speeding over the terrain. They make their own road as the old path from before to lead over here has way too many potholes and is partly washed out.

Their symbol is printed on the side of the vehicles and that's what made a shiver go down my back. I knew who these goons are.

My best bet was to fight them, to show them who is the boss. They have yet learned that after me defeating them many times. Also, they have the helicopter to easily track me down if it came down to me running; I do have speed but not enough energy to outrun them. Hopefully, there's enough energy in me for me fight them.

By the looks of it, they haven't seen me yet, giving me the upper hand of a surprise attack. Quickly turning to go back into the house, I land back on the deck and rush into the house.

Grabbing the bottle of water and the two pieces of flint from my bag, I strike said pieces of flint together. In return, I was able to get a few sparks and feed my energy into those sparks to help them grow without any fuel.

With the water bottle in hand, I unscrew the top and control a tiny bit of the water to come out of the bottle before putting the cap back on. Once again, I use my energy to make the water bubble grow until it was a gallon of water floating in the air.

The sound of the vehicles grew closer and closer until they stopped at the front and the back entrance of the house. Four at the front and three at the back as the helicopter hovered overhead. The sound of the blades cutting into the air hurt my sensitive ears and barely distracts me from the situation at hand.

My ears could catch the sound of them exiting their vehicles, except the helicopter of course. They made their way up the steps, not being at all quiet. But now an idea appeared in my brain; once they all enter the house, I'll set the thing on fire and make my way through the sliding glass door. Then use the water to go into the rotor of the helicopter and turn it into ice to freeze it.

Since the helicopter is above the house, they'll spiral down into the house. That will cause the fuel from it to explode, most definitely killing everyone within the team. No remorse for any of them, I didn't give a shit if anyone had a family they needed to get back. They choose to come after the most dangerous monster/creature not known to humankind.

Letting two small embers to fly out of my hand, both go out of the room and down the stairs. Making one of them go to the front door and the other to the back door, I feed them enough energy that they could live on their own.

With both entrances covered in fire, not allowing any of the soldiers to leave from the exits, I sneak back out on to the deck. Out of sight of the helicopter, I set the sliding glass door entrance on fire also so they are trapped inside the house.

Controlling the water to quickly float next to the rotor and below the blades, I make it fly into the rotor and rapidly freeze. It takes a few moments for the ice to fully freeze and stop the blades from spinning.

Now knowing they have nothing to go after me, I zoom away from the sight or at least from the explosion zone.

It took a few moments for the fuel to catch fire and for it explode the entire house into small pieces. A tiny smile ghosted my lips as happiness and adrenaline rushed through my veins. This was another successful mission, not-so-much for them though.

Shit! My bag is still in the house. But now it was probably blown to smithereens and no reason to dig through the left over's for something I could get again.

Glancing down at the vehicles that use to hold the soldiers sent to kill me, I use some fire to enter their fuel tanks. All seven of them blew apart and a sadistic smile appeared on my lips at the sight of the blown up vehicles and house.

With the threat destroyed, literally, I take flight once more and head this time to the northwest. Maybe the forest will hold more cover and give me more time to sleep.