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by the way, i added Delilah just because, it will get to the flock's p.o.v. more in the next chapter and it will just keep switching between Delilah and some random member of the flock's till the end of the story.
~Delilah p.o.v.~
I was crouched on the building right above them. They don't see me. They don't know who I am. They don't know they took my life away from me. They know nothing but the fact that they are on the run, that a lot of people love them and admire them, and even want to be them. They don't know nothing. And I hate them. They look innocent, saying they been through hell. But really, compared to my life, they been through nothing. They glance around the abandoned alley before they took to the sky. I ducked behind the door on the ceiling so I won't be seen. God, they have no idea how much I hate them. I spread out my own beige and brown smudged wings and took off in the opposite direction. I shook my really dark brown hair out of it's pony tail. I glanced at my even light brown, caramel looking, skin, which looked no different from that girl, Nudge's skin tone. My dark chocolate brown eyes, so dark, they almost looked black was identical to that boy's, Fang's. The one who went away,but I know where he went. In fact, I know where he's at now. I half smiled to myself to know something the horrible (in my opinion) didn't. Anyway, my hair, being the same color to my eyes, has big, dramatic curls with side bangs that reached my waist, it was streaked with a little blond, like the leader's,Max's, but also had dark red in there too. I'm near sighted, a side effect from another eye experiment gone bad. Like the blind one, Iggy. I shook my head with disgust and sneered. They took every thing from me. My family, my house, my friends. My life. And the worst part was I had to go through this whole thing by myself. Battle erasers by myself. Defeat fly-boys, by myself. Just about die, by myself. The only thing I really have to look forward to, is seeing my step mom and step baby sister. Not even my own dad. Seeing as he's just as obsessed with the flock as other people. And I don't even get to see them so often. So no, I'm not the biggest fan of the flock. I speed up, trying to let the horrible memories flow from my head, but they wouldn't budge. I closed my eyes tight and sped up even more. Yeah, like Max, I have super speed. Like Angel, I can read, and control minds. Like Gazzy, I can use voices at my will. Like-but I didn't get a chance to finish that analogy when I hit something hard head first.
~Max p.o.v.~
"Dylan, we're going in circles." I said, irritated. He looked at me confused.
"I could've sworn it was this way." he muttered. He looked around a few times, trying to decipher where he thought he saw the mall was. I don't personally like it, but it has beds, food, and clothes. What more could a bird kid on the run ask for. He continued to look around before squinting at something in the distance. We looked his way and saw something like a beam shooting toward us. Before any of us could think to move out of it's way, it slammed straight into Nudge. We watched as they fell, Nudge falling a lot slower than the other thing though. When they crashed to the ground we suddenly regained our minds and rushed down to see if Nudge was okay.
"Ohhhhhh... my head hurts." she moaned and rubbed at her millions of black little ringlets. I turned and glared at whatever slammed into her, ready for a fight, but what I saw was a girl with huge spiral curls laying face down on the ground, starting to look like she was unconscious. Gazzy had picked up a stick and was about to prod her with it when she stirred.
"Owwww..."she moaned. Her back turned from us. She reached up and touched her forehead and when she looked at the blood on her hand she swore under her breath. She look up at the sky as to look for what had hit her when, oblivious to her surrounding and what was going on, Nudge groaned softly again. The girl's back wen rigged and stiff.
~Delilah p.o.v.~
Okay so they must not be erasers, they would have attacked me by now. For what seemed like and hour, nobody move, or even dared to breath. I slowly turned around, completely forgetting the deep gash in my forehead. Really, for all I know they could have been erasers. They were cruel, heart-less creatures that were suppose to be extinct. But of course, for me, they weren't. But when I turned, I saw turned to see the startled faces of the flock.
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