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The West Indian man sits on top of a building in Charlotte, NC. He takes a sandwich out of his plain black backpack and starts to eat, ignoring the stares of shock and wonder from the people below. The man continues eating, his ponytail blowing in the wind. He felt the crisp air brush against his face and he took a deep breath. It was nice to not be running all the time, he thought. Just sitting back, relaxing, not worrying about the School or the Erasers or anything else. This is what I live for.

In the street, three men in black suits walk on the sidewalk, apparently searching for something. One of the men looks up and sees the dark-skinned man on the building. He points him out to the others and they all nod, making their way through the awestruck crowd.

Crowe had been walking for some time now, revealing his wings seemed to cause trouble in some form or another so he kept them covered in a long coat, when it got hot he simply cut the sleeves off...he didn't really care how he looked and it seemed nobody else did either as long as they couldn't see his wings.

The last interaction he had with someone who had seen his wings ended in the man screaming about demons and begging god for forgiveness...then again he was the one who decided to attack Crowe in the first place. He had grown hungry and wandered into the city to find food when he saw the man on top of the building sitting boldly...then he saw the other men and he gripped the sturdy branch he had carved into a staff of sorts tightly brushing his way through the crowd muttering apologies.

He stopped and looked up at the man shaking his head he simply stood...this wasn't his fight and whoever this man was he seemed to know what he was doing.

Jack was wearing short sleeve blue tee-shirt and jeans he also had a grey hoodie on to help hide his wings, his shirt and hoodie had holes in the back for his wings in case he needed to fly away from the erasers.

He wondering around when he saw a man sitting on top of a building and people in black suits, he wondered if they were looking for him or maybe the man on the building he decided to hide in a alley behind a dumpster hoping they wouldn't find him since he couldn't fight very well.

While he had become distracted from the spectacle in front of him Crowe felt a sharp pang of fear that was not his own and his eyes darted over just in time to see the snow white haired man slip into the alley.

Crowe looked around and stayed put for a few minutes as to not draw attention to himself of the alley before he shuffled from the crowd and slinked into the alley poking his head out to make sure nobody noticed before, with a nod of assurance he began to go deeper into the alley using his staff as a walking stick. He wondered why the man was afraid and quietly called out "whoever you are i'm not looking for a fight..." his voice gruff from disuse and his tone was calm yet slightly brash and he shifted his coat over his shoulders as he stops moving forward and listens for movement.

"y-you better not be one of them" Jack said his voice sounded scared and he cautiously poked his head out to see who was there, his wings were poking out of the holes in his hoodie in case he needed to fly away.

Crowe shook his head looking around he asked "what do you know about them?" his dark eyes seemed to glow slightly red like a cat in the night as the sun shone in them and he quickly covered them tensing up he lifts the staff and frowns swallowing hard he adds "not sure what I am...but not with them..." he says quickly his words clipped and he steps back "The one on the roof is gathering attention so we should be safe if only for a while...can you defend yourself?" it was obvious the white haired individual was hiding from them and he figured that was enough to go by for now.

"no not really I don't know how to fight but somehow I haven't been caught by erasers yet" he said as he got up and showed his wings to the man his wings were silver.

Jamarco sees the three men in suits and nearly drops his sandwich. Well, it was nice while it lasted. Back to being a fugitive. He stands up, dusts off his black and green hoodie, and looks down into the alley next to the building. He saw two guys chatting below and climbs down using the fire escape and various ledges and signs. His parkour skills definitely helped him out. He dropped behind Jack and rolled to his feet, dusting himself off. "'Scuse me, fellas," Jamarco said, his Jamaican accent think but his words clear and enunciated.

Crowe twirled his staff expertly with a calm expression as the white haired man explained that he knew what erasers were but nearly dropped it when the other revealed wings but catching it his expression turns to one of surprise before he takes a deep breath saying "I heard there were others...my name is Crowe..." he explained praying he could trust this one as he spread his wings the coat slid easily aside. The alley was too cramped for his own black wings to stretch out and so he pulled them back in and covered them in the coat again as he added "you should be more careful...stay with me for now, I can manage in a fight." looking around his dark eyes find no threat as of now and he rubbed his thumb across and odd design he carved into his staff as he tried to calm himself watching the other he sniffs the air saying one last thing "you can't trust anybody..." his eyes look to the one who decided to quit his lunch break as he tensed for a fight.

"okay, I'm jack" he said "uh who's this guy?" he said as the man from up on the roof jumped behind him.

Crowe glares at the one who dropped into the alley as he catches the scent of erasers and says "He's their target...and here they come" irritation clear in his voice as he mentally maps how he may be able to get in the air...being in this alley was not an option, there wasn't enough room and in one swift movement he spins using his staff to launch himself up his eyes alert he barely makes it to the roof and he holds his staff out so Jack can grab it and he could pull him to the roof he says "grab on so I can pull you up Jack"

Jack grabs onto the staff so he can be pulled up to the roof "oh yeah, I can read minds so i'll know what the erasers are going to do next it's really helpful in a battle" he said.

"Hey, where ya going?" Jamarco looks up as the two guys fly to the roof. He looks down at the alley entrance to see the three Erasers advancing towards him. "Oh. That." The West Indian jumps and climbs back up the building, once again using his parkour skills to work. His pursuers climb after him, not going nearly as fast as Jamarco. Once he reaches the roof, he looks at the other two. "I'm gonna go on a limb right now and say that you two are from the School also. The name is Jamarco."

"yeah, I don't want to go back there" Jack said, "oh might want to move to the left so this guy doesn't hit you" he says after reading the erasers mind.

"son of a..." Crowe winces as he holds his tongue an annoyed growl coming from him as he snaps "arrogant...!" and lunges forward slamming his staff into one eraser sending it back into the alley and dodging a set of claws but still taking a scratch on the face he whips around his coat tail flying out as a distraction before he slams his staff into the side of the one who attacked first knocking him down on the roof then slamming the staff into its skull with a sickening crack causing him to shudder

"Idiot..." he steps back twirling the staff before stopping it and readying another attack standing in front of Jack protectively he spreads his wings as he says "That lab was no school and if you have wings I say we fly..." his dark eyes glow red again and he uses his staff to help him get a boost like he did when he first took to the sky, his black wings flapped once, twice and then he was in the air he called out "I'm not against flying alone...been doing it for a good while!" suggesting they hurry up.

Jack flapped his wings then jumped and flew up to Crowe, "so where do we go now?" he asked and formed a orb a water in his hand and threw it at Jamarco to tell him to hurry up.

Jamarco dodged the orb of water and took off his backpack, unfurling his brightly colored wings. He runs after the other avian hybrids and takes off, following them closely. "What's your rush? We can slow down, they aren't gonna follow us...right?"

"uh yeah but who knows they might not just have wolf DNA in them they might have the same DNA as us so they might have wings" he said.

"Less talking more flying?" Crowe suggested impatiently, he hated fighting and avoided it as much as he could. He studied Jamarco's colorful wings and shook his head with a tired laugh "colorful..." he commented trying to to talk so much not wanting his naturally brash attitude to offend either of them he sniffs the air adding "I've seen a few of the fliers...these don't smell the same...I don't think they can fly" as he turned to them still flying his expression was severe as the cut on his face healed quickly.

"okay lead the way Crowe" Jack said and followed him.