Something cool (I think).

Parkin was a very mysterious kid, the others thought. Very little was known about him, and even the teachers seemed wary of him. There wasn't anything wrong with the boy. He wasn't deformed, or too short, or too tall. He wasn't buff, though he wasn't exactly scrawny. He didn't look as though he was going hungry, or was dirt poor, though something about him seemed to give off a 'lower class' impression. No one had ever seen his parents, and he didn't have any brothers or sisters at the school, but apparently there was someone for him to be able to go to the school. He wasn't a bully, nor was he really picked on, though that was more because of what was whispered about him.
He didn't take the bus, and no one ever came to pick him up, yet when people tried to follow him to see where he lived, they could never find him after school. He seemed to melt away into the background, especially when someone was trying to find him. He didn't have any friends; he rarely spoke at all to anyone at the school, in class or otherwise. But, he always had his homework, scored alright on tests, and was fairly impressive when it came to sports. He would smile a sincere and warm smile when someone said hello to him, but would never say hello back, and never went out of his way to say hello on his own.
As for what was said about him, it was never anything one would really want to believe. Some people said he was a murderer, a criminal, that he had killed his parents, but kept coming to school to throw the police off. That was one of the worst. But a lot of other people were a bit kinder. Some thought that maybe he was orphaned. Others thought that his parents couldn't work, or were sick, and he had to work for them, that was why no one could ever find him after school. Still others had suspicions, crazy ones some said, that he wasn't human. Whatever happened to be true about him, he was still one of the most talked-about kids in the school. Girls had crushes on him, and boys weren't sure whether to be frightened or envious of him. One thing was for sure, no one really wanted to cross his path or get him angry, as so little was known about his temperament or what he was capable of.

One afternoon, one of the underclassmen caught sight of him leaving the school. As rare as this was, and being rather interested in the stories surrounding the boy, he could hardly pass up the amazing chance to find out the truth. He excused himself from his friends without looking away, and hurried after Parkin. When he saw him slip around a corner, he would pick up a run. This was how people lost him. And sure enough, when he reached that street, the boy was no where to be seen. He furrowed his brow and started walking forward, keeping his eyes peeled. He glanced down an alley as he passed it, and caught sight of a manhole cover sliding back into place. His eyes widened when he saw that, starting to wonder if he was getting in over his head.
"The sewer?" He gulped, but decided quickly that he just couldn't give up this chance. He hurried into the alley and carefully pulled the manhole cover up and to the side. It took him a bit, as it was very heavy and he wasn't the strongest fifteen-year-old around. Once he got it out of the way, he carefully lowered himself down the ladder, stopping long enough to pull the cover back into place.
He slid the rest of the way down the ladder, cringing at the slosh his shoes made when he touched the bottom.
"This is so gross..." He took a few seconds to let his eyes adjust some, the tunnel lit up only by the few rays of light every twenty or thirty feet from the manholes. He took a deep breath and reached a hand out to the wall, picking a direction and walking. After a few minutes, he knew he'd picked the right way when he could hear Parkin's footsteps. Or, someone's footsteps. He suddenly realized he had no guarantee this was really Parkin, and not some sewer rat or homeless guy he was following. He shook his head, jaw tightening as he renewed his resolve. This had to be Parkin. It had to be.
Almost twenty minutes of chasing the ghosts of footsteps, he finally heard the unmistakable sound of sneakers on metal. Whoever it was was finally going up. He hurried forward and peeked around the corner, able to see a figure on the stairs, only obscured by the tiny beams of light that shined down. However, when the manhole cover was pushed away, he was overjoyed to see the form of Parkin climbing out onto the street. He waited a minute or two, then hurried over and climbed up the ladder. Slowly, just in case Parkin wasn't very far away, he lifted up the cover, just enough to peek out and try and see where he was and where Parkin was. It wasn't a road, he was glad to see. Turning his head, he caught sight of Parkin's shoes going through a door. He pushed the cover aside and hoisted himself out, grumbling something as he wasted a few precious seconds returning the cover to its place. He then jogged over to the door, slowing up and stopping so he wouldn't make a lot of noise. He tilted to the side to glance through one of the dirty windows into the old building. It was a warehouse, he knew, and a condemned one. What could Parkin be doing here? Was he really orphaned after all? He saw the boy set his backpack down beside a pile of crummy-looking blankets, his jacket laid on top of them. When Parkin passed through another ominous doorway, he would slip inside. He was breathing a bit quicker now, adrenaline pumping through his veins. What if this kid was a murderer? A criminal? What if he was from the Mafia, or some other criminal organization? They hung out in places like this right? No. He had to learn the truth, no matter what the risk. He had to.
He moved slowly, so his feet wouldn't make too much noise, trying to keep his breathing quiet as well, though that was a chore all its own. His heartbeat sounded to him like it was echoing through the old, decrepit building. But something else filled his ears that was a lot louder, and rather startled him. He wasn't used to hearing the boy's voice, let alone echoing through an empty warehouse.
"I'm home, mother."
So, the boy wasn't an orphan. Or maybe he kept the bodies of his parents in the building. He'd heard stories like that before. He shivered, creeping up to the doorway Parkin had passed through. He carefully looked into the next room, and at once had to lift his hands up over his mouth to keep from gasping, or screaming. He wasn't sure which he wanted to do.
There was a body, alright, but it wasn't anything he'd expected. At the far end of the warehouse, a wall of rock seemed to rise out of the floor. Or perhaps the warehouse had been built around it. Nearly fifteen feet off the ground, was a woman. A woman, though he had a sick feeling that this woman wasn't human. She was trapped in the rock, legs up to her shins, her lower back, and her forearms were all encased in the rock. The story the Sword in the Stone came to his mind when he saw her like that. Though, there was something else stuck in the rock. Something else attatched to her. Wings. They came clearly out of her shoulders, as she was leaned forward nearly ninety degrees, and about two feet of each of them could be seen before they disappeared into the wall. Some sort of contraption was hooked around her stomach. They looked metallic, like long fingers coiled around her, holding her in place. She was hardly dressed at all, though what was there was enough to be breathtaking. Her hair was long, some of it dangling in her face, while the rest was pulled back to the base of her neck and allowed to cascade down over her shoulders, the tips resting lightly on the rock below her. It was as though it had kept growing after she'd been imprisoned. For that's what he realized it must be. She was being held captive, or perhaps she was a prisoner, or was she the criminal, and not Parkin?
Speaking of, he dropped his gaze down a few feet and saw Parkin slowly climbing up the rocky slope that led up to her. Was she the "mother" he'd spoke to? But she looked, from there, that she couldn't be more than twenty. Were those kids right to think he wasn't human after all? He quieted his thoughts as he watched in awe. Parkin climbed up to just below the woman, and slowly reached his hand up towards her face.
Just before his fingers touched her cheek, the woman's eyes snapped open. A chill ran down the underclassman's spine, as he realized instantly the woman was looking at him.
"You were followed."