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"Everybody out! Follow me!"

Luke sat on the side of his overturned desk staring at the window as two students jumped out. He quickly rose to stand up and screamed, collapsing forwards. The muscle around the glass shard in his leg ripped a little. Luke felt a vague tingling flow through his body and a soft heat. He began to glow softly like a nightlight, although he was not aware of that fact. His wolf-teacher turned in the doorway and surveyed Luke. He furrowed his brows, as much as his hairy face could. He muttered some anger filled nothings, and tromped to Luke, quickly gathering Luke's body in fur coated arms.

Luke was cradled, limp in his teacher's arms like a wet towel. His face was scrunched into a series of valleys that vaguely looked like somebody had taken a knife and aimlessly dug holes in his face. The werewolf left the room and quickly looked both ways, before heading towards the stairway. "Follow," He barked to the rest of the class. As they reached the stairwell, some screeching noises echoed up the hall from the first floor. Luke turned his head towards the stairs, only to see a group of five or so birds flying towards them rather quickly.

The birds were significantly smaller than the one that had crashed the classroom before, only about the size of a pigeon. Their feathers glinted steely as they passed each different light fixture. Their beaks were bronze and looked incredibly sharp, almost unfair to any prey they might hunt, especially since that prey was the class right now. Their eyes were tiny beads that sat atop their beak. They were simultaneously empty and full of hatred.

The teacher realized the issue quickly and kicked the doors in front of them shut quickly. Directly in front of Luke's face was the window looking down at the stairs, and momentarily after the doors were shut, a metallic feather embedded itself into the glass in front of his eyes. The feather was thrown with incredible precision; it wedged itself halfway through the window. The glass cracked outwards in a crater formation, three vaguely concentric circles with spindles connecting them. Luke flinched and his teacher quickly turned around. He rushed down the hallway to the other stairwell hollering, "Hurry up kids!"

The werewolf raced down the stairs, two at a time. Sounds of students following echoed behind them. At the bottom of the stairwell, Luke's teacher looked both ways, before muttering under his breath, "Shit." A large flock of the demon birds was perched by the entrance to the school inside. A hapless teacher was trying to shoo them away. The birds were attempting to peck at the teacher, but their beaks just passed through her body. Luke's wolf-man savior surveyed the situation, before focusing on a classroom across the hallway. He turned his head around and looked very sternly at the students, "Get ready to run as fast as you possibly can. Don't make a noise."

With no warning he raced towards the door and slammed into it, taking the brunt of the force with his elbow. Luke was shielded from the blow, but as the teacher rushed into the classroom, his leg was caught against the door frame. The glass shard was pressed against sideways, forcing it to wrench through the length of his leg and pop out in a gruesome show of blood and pain. Luke let out a guttural scream of pure agony. The tingling and hot feeling intensified greatly and Luke began to shine like a star.

Needless to say, the birds noticed them.

Rushing through the crowded classroom, the hairy teacher spewed out curses left and right, scrunching his eyes together to avoid being blinded by Luke's rays. The kids in the classroom screamed a bit as the werewolf launched himself through the window in a cannonball, cradling Luke against the glass.

The two were met with a horrific sight. A swarm of birds circled through the air like vultures awaiting their next dead carcass. Some were the same size as the ones inside the school, but some were huge, the size of a minivan. Luke was shining brightly enough that it was very easy to see against the harsh light of day. The sun beat down and it was at least 85 degrees outside. Birds immediately noticed them, and three dive-bombed simultaneously. An empty bus sat about 200 feet away from them, across a parking lot. The werewolf put Luke down gingerly, before springing upwards into the air and knocking a bird to the side. It squawked and faded in a puff of dust. The teacher hollered back to Luke, "STAY PUT KID!" His head was swimming. Students began to file out of the window, making breaks for the bus.

Luke's open wound was exposed to the direct harsh sunlight. The heat did not seem to bother him. Luke's glowing intensified; people would not be able to look directly at him without their eyes hurting. In the sunlight, Luke felt a little better. This was the worst injury Luke had ever endured. Almost as if by magic, the pain began to numb and Luke felt something very strange and frightening. The gash made an almost ripping sound. It felt as if someone was sowing his leg together, but not painfully. His muscle began to reconnect itself and Luke laid there in disbelief, not sure if he was hallucinating. The fight around him began to fade away as he looked down at his leg, and realized his entire body was shining.

Luke was very confused.