You got away safely.
After Connor had told you to run off and pretend like you got away, you instantly ran home. However, it wasn't for long. All you did was warn your parents, say good-bye, and run off again.
So far, your hunt for a hiding spot resulted in you transforming into an actual RainWing and camouflaging yourself in the sky, hovering many feet above any roof.
    Of course, the only way anyone would be able to find you is if they saw the slight ripple of the dark greys and grey-blues of your wings and talons as you hovered and shifted around. But it was getting fairly stormy, so you flapped your now waterlogged wings as little as possible so you wouldn't be extremely tired. At least the rain made it hard to see you.
    Alas, they just had to send out helicopters.
    You'd thought that they would as soon as you decided to use the sky as cover, but you didn't expect anyone to be so desperate to get to you. If they wanted to get you, why not do it when you were too young to remember?
    Anyway, considering your situation, you decided to fly back down to a rooftop. You camouflaged to the rooftop and lay down, curling up. Ignoring your shivers and worry lf being caught, you shut your eyes and huffed in exhaustion then fell into a deep sleep.

• • •

    You jolted awake at the sound of someone loudly whispering to you.
    Slowly opening your tired eyes, you quietly groaned. Too tired to be startled, you saw Connor.
    "Get out of here. They think you're up here, and if they get you, they will not let you go," he whispered worriedly. Was he really going to show deviancy for a woman he had no idea the name of?
    Yes. Yes he was.
"Alright," you replied tiredly, getting up.
Stretching, you noticed you looked like some kind of beacon in the raging storm, your bright, shiny pink-and-yellow scales having no form of haze to them. You must have been dreaming about something awesome. However, your scales didn't look so bright for long as you shifted to your LeafWing form. Soft, dark greens and browns splotched over your dragon body and your wing membranes fogged over the sides of your graceful body, providing a pine green haze, and your wings looked like massive leaves.
Connor smiled. "Now please, go," he said. "Actually—before you go, what's your name?"
"(Your name)," you answered simply. You turned to leave, being careful to not sweep Connor off the roof with your slight tail flick.
"Then good-bye for now, (your name)," Connor said, backing off a couple steps. He turned then started to disappear down the metal steps to the ground.
For now. Those words stuck in your head for some odd reason, causing your heart to skip far too many beats. I'm going to see him again, you thought. The one—the one I for some reason think of as my friend. I don't know why.
You quickly spread your wings and launched off onto the air, heading for the park so you could go back to your human form, or hide in the small trees (well, they were small considering you were a huge dragon).

• • •

Soon, you reached the park and launched in a sea of trees.
Maybe I should turn into a SeaWing. Hide in the water, you thought. No, no, that's an awful idea. My wings would be too waterlogged like up in that storm to fly away, and SeaWings rely mostly on water currents.
So instead of relying on the water, you looked around for any small saplings. Finding one, you walked over. An idea had popped into your head, but as you were about to do it, you decided against it, stepping back.
No, I— Your thought were cut off as you flicked your tail, hitting a tree down.
    "No, no!" you cried out, backing away again in another direction, hitting another tree. "Oh, three moons—no!"
    As you kept backing in other directions, you stepped on the sapling, knocked down more trees, and managed to step on some half-grown trees, yelping in pain as you did. At least it was fairly late so you wouldn't be crushing anyone.
And then you heard a muffled screech.
You looked down in horror only to find it was not a human. It was just some kind of unrecognizable bird that you stomped into mud, causing it to look mangled and blood red and like chocolate all at the same time. Whoops.
Quickly, you scraped off the remains of the dead bird onto the ground and a rough tree.
"There you are!"
You looked down to see a bunch of police, including Connor. Lucky for you, he didn't look like he wanted this to happen.
But there was also the SWAT members there. . .
Only one kind of dragon has a chance against this many people, you thought. Well, two, but I think this time I require some HiveWing mind control and possibly nerve toxin.
"Don't move a muscle," one of the police shouted.
But it didn't matter. You'd only listen if Connor or your close friends or family told you to. They were the only ones you trusted.
Snarling at the police, you shifted from your gentle LeafWing form to your now menacing HiveWing form. The soft and dark browns of your scales went to hazardously bright (orange/red/yellow) that did not fog over in the rain at all. Black splotches hid your scales randomly, and in the shadows the clouds caused, you looked like you had splotches of yourself missing. Your wings turned to bee-like wings with no trace of color in the membrane. Your wings flicked as if they wanted you to fly, making you look even more like a spiky bee ready to fight.
"Go ahead," you growled. "Shoot me. I'll mind control you so you jump off the tallest building here."
Some of them looked frightened, and others looks completely unfazed.
"So that settles it," you said. It was time to control them.
A soft buzz sounded in your mind for a split second as you controlled them. It took all of your will to keep your scales from feeling like they'd shift off your body.
    "Stop trying to hunt me," you snarled, causing the police you mind controlled to say it, too. "Let me be. Go back to looking for people who actually broke the law, instead of someone like me."
    After you set the idea that you weren't a threat unless threatened first into their minds, you stop controlling them. Once their eyes went from pearl white to their normal colors again, you turned, careful to not thump anyone with your tail, and launched back into the sky.
    But a shot was fired at you, then another, until you had to speed up to not get shot. It wouldn't hurt you, but it made you realize something.
    The chase might never stop.