The yellow lines on the highway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren’t, and we knew it. We were running away from something, and running away was never the path to freedom.
I thought about telling John to turn back. I thought about suggesting that it wasn’t worth it. Even if we did make it out in time it’s not like it was going to be easy.
If the hounds didn’t get us, the weather would. It’s not like we knew how to live like this. I laughed at the thought. We’d only experienced this for an hour at most, let alone our whole lives like some.
But we kept flying through the night.
No matter my doubts, the Master wouldn’t help us any longer. He was the reason we were here in the first place. If we could just find another one with his same abilities we could fix this.
We could never go back, but we could fix what we were now.
John looked back at me with wild and screeched for me to watch out. I looked back and saw the sirens running wild atop a line of police cars. I held my breath but kept moving forward. The first of the cars raced beneath us, and the rest of the pack followed.
Only until after they left, did we veer off the road and fly into the trees, looking for a place to rest our wings.
All I could think of is if we would ever feel our human legs beneath us again.