Random Story that's NOT in California

I ran along the rocks by the shore. I thought that they had gotten rid of them. I thought they didn't exist anymore. I thought Obama and his armies wiped them out. I fell from a rock and unwrapped my wings. I badly cut one of them, but kept flying. I flew to a nearby cave and ducked down low. They passed without noticing. Bunnies. Pink. Bad. They were in a pack of about six, but I saw at least twenty-four back in the UFO. "Where's he gone?" one said. They started searching the area. "Hey, look at this." one said. They all surrounded him. "Blood." he said pointing. I looked at myself.
"Darn." I whispered. The cuts on my wing, arm, and the gash of scarlet in my chest. "Hey, it leads over there." said one, pointing about two feet away from where I was hidden. This was the time to act. I silently flew out of the cave. "HEY!" one said, pointing his shotgun at me. I yell and dive down. I land on one, kicking him into the dirt. I engulfed two in darkness, and they exploded. I locked my two hands together and chopped at one in the side. The other two went running. I let them go. I needed to treat these injuries. I flew up into the air and found a hidden cave in the rocks leading out over the ocean. I flew in. I looked back at the battlefield in the distance. The ground was sodden with my own blood. If I didn't treat these wounds, I would die. On that happy note, this is my 100th post! Superman doesn't even have that many posts.