Forces of Dominion

What am I?

Winston Gray immediately responded, running up the stairs and wondering what was happening to his son, but the minute he opened the door, the wings which were cleaved to the skin at Gabriels back, disappeared instantly, as if they were folded right into the skin of his dorsal. 

"What is it, Gabriel?" His dad asked as quickly as he could. 

"Can't you see?..." Gabriel asked his dad and immediately touched his left dorsum with his right hand, and wondering why he could not feel the wings at his back, he turned around immediately to look himself in the mirror to his greatest surprise, there were no wings anymore. 

"See what, Gab? I heard you yell." Mr. Winston Gray asked again, having this inquisitive facial expression... 

"It was right here, there was... I had wings dad... I saw them while looking at the mirror... I..." Gabriel stuttered as he turned his neck around again, staring right into his dad's wondering eyes which suddenly normalized the moment he took his first step to get closer to him. And placing his hands on his left shoulder, he said to him, 

"Gabriel, its fine. You probably must have hallucinated. Don't let it get in your head. You can't possibly have a wings alright. You are human and I believe you have seen a lot of comic movies to have had such pictures. Besides, your eyes still looks sleepy son. Get yourself some rest, Gab. I shall be leaving for work now. Ensure you take good care of yourself and let your uncle know I said hi." His dad sputtered some seconds after slowly comforting him. 

"Dad, we barely had time to talk about anything. I needed to tell you something and it's important..." Gabriel replied immediately as he followed his dad who was already on his way down to the sitting room... 

"Whatever it is, Gab. I am sure it can wait okay. I will be back on time today, and tomorrow is Saturday, so we've got plenty of time to talk. I need to be at the office now. It's important." Winston Gray protested, picking up his brown suit from one of the couch handle before proceeding to the door. 

"Dad!" Gabriel shrugged as he watched his dad shut the door on his way out. The entire place was quiet in that very moment and Gabriel could not think of anything yet until about three minutes after the door banged. He never blamed his dad for not always being there to listen to him because he knew that his dad has a lot of things to worry about, most especially trying to make money... He wanted taking his time to let his dad know about the money, although he was still having a second thought as to whether or not he was going to disclose that to his dad. But he knew that the moment his dad sets his eyes on Optimus, he was surely going to question him to know how he managed to get the money with which he used to design such outstanding robot, because he knew that anybody who sees Optimus will definitely know that millions of dollars was used to execute such project — that money was surely a miracle.

...How did it vanish all of a sudden. I knew I saw wings behind me. How can that be hallucination? Shit! I need to pay Mrs Finn a visit." He soliloquized and on hearing the alarming sound of a wall clock in the sitting room, he turned to head back the his room the sooner he recalled he had to see his bank manager.... But when he stood before his mirror again, he saw the wings pop out again, and this time he felt he was aware of it protruding out of his dorsum and because he saw it as it popped out in a second and a half, he knew he wasn't hallucinating. 

"Damn! I knew I wasn't hallucinating!" He proclaimed, but this time he kept his voice down knowing quite well that no one was there to listening to him even if he calls for help. He slowly lifted his right hand backwards and tried to touch the wings to be sure he was not just depending on what the mirror on the wall of his room was telling him. 

....what the hell... This is really happening!... He thought to himself as he felt the wings that appears to be covered with feathers, all white and purely glittering as he stared at it's reflection right in front of the mirror... He tried pulling one strand of feather but it was so strong and firm as though it was held by an indestructible glue. It soon became a thing of concern to him after some few minutes of thinking about how he could get it off his skin because he knew he would not be able to leave his house with that sticking around. 

<...what do I do?... What do I do?...> Gabriel mumbled and out of frustration, he ran downstairs to the kitchen to get a knife, for to see if he could be able to cut it off himself. Without thinking of the effects of what that was going to even do to him if he should use a knife on his skin; he gradually forced his wings through the door to the kitchen to make his way through as he did when he was proceeding out of his room, seeing that the wing was still standing upright and way up above his head he could not control it yet. 

As he picked up the knife and struggled to reach his right dorsum, the wings lowered a little bit, and the minute the wings felt a sharp object touch the right dorsum, it made the surfaces of his skin around his back so strong, Gabriel felt its hardness as he heard a chirping sound as he tried cutting the wings off. He could the knifes steel in contact with his skin but he could not feel any pain. At the moment, he came to his senses to know that if the blade of the knife should touch his skin, he was going to bleed, although that never happened at all, a more reason why he wondered why: he immediately withdrew his hand from attempting to cut. Gabriel dropped the knife he was holding and at the same time, he gasped, having his mind emptied out of thoughts. After two minutes of not being able to think of anything, he felt light and immediately noticed that the wings had vanished again. He slowly moved his right hand backwards as he turned his neck and rolled his pupil slightly downwards to see if there was a trace of wings, but none. He had to run back to his room to use the mirror again and when he turned his back on the mirror and critically observed himself, there was no sign at all that there was initially any such thing as wings grown out of his dorsal: he was as normal as any other human being.