Helen stepped over to the window on the far wall. She opened it, sliding it carefully so as not to wake anyone. The very beginnings of sunlight had begun streaming over the horizon as Helen strapped the wings to her back with care. She boosted herself onto the sill and took a deep breath. This was what she had worked so hard for. Dreamed for. And the moment she had anticipated for almost a year was finally here. Helen let a smile creep onto her face. Then she closed her eyes, felt for the latch that would activate the flight socket on her wings, and leapt. 

I hope this was ok! 

This sounds cool! And fun! 

... She was free-falling, plummeting down. For a moment, she felt blind panic, then she was lifted up by the wind, the wings supporting her. She smiled, giving the wings a little experimental flap. She went higher, faster, floating on the wind's current. Helen closed her eyes, triumph and happiness exploding within her. The wind blew her honey-colored braids back behind her. 

"I did it," She whispered quietly to herself, "I'm flying."

A whirling sound came from behind her, unnatural, not blending in with the sweet sound of the wind. Her heart lurched, and she quickly glanced behind her shoulder. Her eyes widened and she flapped the wings harder, silently willing the wind to blow her faster. 

I hope this was good!  

It couldn't possibly be, Helen thought. She'd spent more time in the virtual world than out, and knew every inch of it. She knew every person who went in, had memorized every appearance. She'd never seen this person before.

His wings were like a dragonfly's. He flew, not with the elegant grace and exhileration that Helen was feeling, but fast and direct, gaining on her quickly. She felt her heart straining against her ribs, trying to break free. 

Who was this boy?

Helen stared at the boy and nearly lost her balance. She hadn't noticed any code for wings other than hers in the code. Is he one of the VDP Hackers?(BTW VDP stands for "very dangerous person") her mind asked, but that thought was quickly crushed with another. Nah, he's too young looking. But her heart was racing anyways. Helen dived, then sharply flew upward to try and loose him, but he stayed on Helen's trail. Then the boy was close enough to grab Helen by the leg, and he reached out before being tackled by somebody down to the ground. Helen felt that she could faint right there and then. 

Helooo, my name is Wind.

And i'm Min.

Weee have a sssingle write called-

Ski-lodgeish single write.

Min! IIII was going to sssay that!

Well I said it. So there.

Hmph. 

Helen watched helplessly as the boy fell with his assailant, a messy blur of green and black. In doing so, she was forced to look at the ground, and  that was when she snapped out of her dreamy trance. Reality seeped back into her mind and the exhilaration of flying washed away, and now she was looking at the depressing earth beneath her that was alive with people and activity, yet so utterly, terribly, woefully dead. The black grime covering the smokestacks, crumbling buildings, and dark alleyways. In the distance Helen could see the glow of downtown, with its new, shining skyscrapers and its blissful ignorance. It was only a guise of paradise of course, but it was the closest to paradise one could get, at least better than these glitched slums.

A shriek caught her attention, and Helen cursed herself for spacing out again. Awkwardly, she flew downwards, struggling to stay in the sky. As she landed and the mud seeped bewteen her bare toes, she realized her shoes must have fallen off during the flight. Gross, she thought as she cautiously stepped towards the two people.

The mystery boy was on the floor, his dragonfly wings bent, his large eyes closed. But his chest was rising and falling, so he would be okay for now. Helen shuddered, thinking of how close he had been to grabbing her. She was glad he was out cold.

Whoever had tackled him had their leather jacket-draped back to her. The person turned around, and she gasped when she saw who it was.