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Really I'm just a nobody here, but my head is swirling with ideas, literally, it makes me dizzy sometimes. One of my ideas is for a story I hope to someday convey to the masses, but which is still in the development stages of my mind. But I need to start somewhere, so I'll start here I gues, I'll post little events I think of here and, if by chance someone takes notice, they can tell me what they think.

He couldn't take it anymore. Mark ran down the hallway and burst out the door into the cold, wet night. The rain pounded down hard on him as he tore down the street, but he ignored it.
He had to get away, get away from all of it. He simply could not live a life like this, shunned by those he had considered friends, accepted by only other outcasts. He just couldn't stand it.
The rain blurred everything as he streaked past. He was running without caring where his feet took him. He began to fall into a steady rythym as he began to calm down, and as he did, he became conscious of something else. Any other person wouldnt've taken the slightest notice, but Mark's acute hearing heard something else above the driving rainstorm. It was the soft whooshing of at least a dozen sets of wings.
Mark almost fell flat on his face as his eyes widened in shock. How could they have found him.
"Just keep running" he told himself, "just keep running, and you'll lose them eventually, you've done this before."
But it seemed the seekers weren't going to play nice this time. Five shapes materialized from above a building up ahead and landed with a clatter of metallic feet on the street. He skidded to a halt just 15 feet in front of them.
The seekers were one of the strangest and most terrifying sights he had ever seen. Large red eyes stared out at him from a polished steel head. Huge, leathery wings sprouted out of their backs. Their hands gripped deadly looking weapons that were raised at him.
One of them stepped forward, "Surrender now or we will be forced to harm you." Instead, Mark turned and ran the other way, only to find that more of them had landed behind him. He was trapped.
The seeker spoke again, "Surrender now, #1598."
Anger flared within him, his fists clenched as he glared at the seeker who had spoken.
"You just made a big mistake you tin-headed bastard."