Fang: I feel so kidnapped.

Iggy: Where are we?

Me: My imagi-nation. I tent to steal fictional characters and put them in here.

Fang: What do your friends have to say about this?

Me: Nothin' they do it too ;) The Master from Doctor Who's constantly encaged in Violets brain.

Iggy: How... disturbing.

Me: Ikr.

IMPORTANT! I'm English so if you don't understand some of the words I write, just tell me. Like, when I write football, I mean soccer. You get me? No? Okay, let's roll ;) x [Ugh, I wish I was American :(]


Chapter 1.

(Fang)

I began pacing around the sitting room in front of my new flock, the flock that had taken me in when I had no one, when I had left Max, when I was heart broken. The eight of them stared at me, probably presuming I'd lost my mind.

Lily swung her tiny, lily white legs over the side of the couch smiling brightly at me, eager to hear what I had to say, and even more eager to rat me out if I was lieing. You see, Lily could tell if a person was lieing, or telling the truth, the second they spoke. It was a rather annoying personality traight (sp?) the evil five year old had. But she was adorable. I had to give her that. She reminded me a little of Angel. Lily had bright, white-blonde hair that fell to the small of her back. It was silky, naturally straight and glimmered in the bright light of the room. Her eyes were a beautiful sea blue that matched her wings identically. Sure she was utterly loveable, but she was viscous, and I had to remember that.

Beside her, sat her twelve year old brother Scooter. Of course, his name wasn't really Scooter, it was Stephan, but he got Scooter because of his power. He was unbelievably fast. He could move around faster than you could blink, and what's worse, he was a trouble maker, and he always used his powers against us. Scooter's hair was the exact same colour as Lily's and he wore it messily spiked, slightly slanting to the right. His eyes were clones of Lily's and his wings also matched his sisters. They could have been twins if Scooter was six years younger and wasn't freakishly tall for his age.

Next was Ritchy, who I just so happened to despise, probably because he was openly vile to the three oldest girls in our Flock, Sammy, Violet and Jess. He hadn't told me his power yet, or the rest of the group for that matter, but he frequently told me, every time I stood up for the girls, that he would one day kill me with it. He's an complete freak. No lies. He wore his sandy blond hair smooth and perfect - god forbid he got a single strand out of place. Perhaps he would faint. Perhaps he would die. Lol. His eyes were a really bright green colour and he was rather short. His wings were a yellowy colour with specks of brown.

Sammy sat beside him, leaning with her elbow on her knee and her face smushed into her hand. I'd always liked Sammy, she was like a guy friend, in the sense that she love to wrestle with me and could always be seen punching someone, or sometimes even picking Violet up around the waist and running off with her. It was quite amusing to watch. She's sixteen years old and had light hazel hair, which was dyed, she was a natural blonde and her eyes were a light grey/blue. He hair fell with short layers to her bra line. Not that I look there, because I'm scared of her. But don't tell anyone. She'd never let me live it down. It probably doesn't help the fear factor that Sammy is really tall, OK, not really tall, but she's the tallest girl I know. Her power's funny in a way, because, and the guys will never admit this, but truthfully, in our flock, Samantha is probably the muscle. So, when the erasers come a running, Sammy's a killing machine, but her power is the ability to heal others of our kind at a single touch painlessly. Notice I say our kind. The Avian-Americans, even though, in this flock, me and Nick are the only Americans. Sam's wings are red with flecks of brown.

Nick's next, and he's quite honestly awesome. He's African-American and is about the same height as Sammy. He wears hair in a wild afro which we likes to stick things in, like pencils, Violets hair brush, a twig once, you get the idea. His eyes are a light brown and his wings are grey and white striped. To be honest, I think he dyes his feathers. Anyway, his power's pretty cool, he can read emotions and make other people feel the emotions he wants them too. Like, for instance, the other night, we'd been up for hours. When I lay down to go to sleep, he kept making me feel nervous, but still sleepy, so I couldn't get to sleep. I was fidgeting all night and it had kept Jess awake so she picked up a crowbar that she kept in a plant pot in the garden (Why she keeps her crowbar there I shall never know... also, don't ask why the nine of us were camping in our back garden, it's irrelevent) and she hit him repetedly in the knee until he let me go to sleep. Then I think Sammy put her sock in my mouth, it tasted of Sammy's sock. (I only sucked her sock because I lost a bet with her. Please don't be disgusted.) Anyway, we've clarified Nick's cool and we have a bromance going on, lol. Nicks seventeen and should probably have been the leader of the flock, or at least second in command, but he's not, because there is a much more powerful, and terrifying duo on the block.

Next is Lucas, or Lukey boy as I like to call him. He's my best friend and an utter legend. My partner in crime, if you will. Like Violet is Jess' partner in crime. Damn those girls are evil... Anyway, Luke's sixteen and can read minds. It's awkward sometimes because once I was thinking a dirty thought, and I probably shouldn't have been because we were at a funeral and he turned to me, amongst all of the sorrow and heart break to grin and mutter this immortal world, "Duuuuuuude", then he nodded in approval. If I weren't a guy, I would have died inside. Luke has spiky bronze hair and large blue eyes, he's slightly taller than the average guy hight, yet still thinks he's epically tall... until Sammy dwarfs him of course. Lucas' wings are light brown with white speckles.

Next in line, the sole crushing miss Violet. Violet the violent as I call her. She's fifteen and one half of the mighty Vieica (Violet and Jessica) army who also happens to be second in command. Her only known fear - Samantha Oakly (I don't blame her). She has, you guessed it, violet hair... well more indigo, but I'm going to call it violet and there's nothing you can do to stop me! Anyway, her hair hangs just bellow her shoulders and she has a full fringe. She's short for her age and has quite small features. She reminds me a great deal of Lily, for, like Lily, Violet looks rather adorable, but she's probably the most evil girl on the planet. Of course, she's just playing, but she did break Jess' fingers once over a Crunchie bar incident and I believe she was called 'Vertically Challenged' ... . Which brings me onto this little fact. You know how I said before about Sammy being able to heal those of our kind painlessly. It doesn't exactly work that way for Violet and Jess. When Violet broke Jess' finger's, Jess was so scared of the pain that would come from Sammy's power, that she refused the treatment and let her fingers heal on there own. I've never seen her power used on our commanders, but Sam says it's heart breaking to watch and even worse to cause the agony. Moving along, Violet normally wears satin bows in her hair or her hair in pigtails down her front. Adding to the cute appearance. Here eyes are hazel. Now for her wings, this is what makes her visibly different from us. Her wings are like silk and hang down like how you would expect an evil fairy's wings to fall. Her wings begin at the top, as a warm brown colour, then descent to turn into a sparkling silver. Seriously, she looks like a fairy. Her power's cool as well, probably the coolest out of us. She can control and manipulate the elements. Awesome much? She's sixteen too.

Now to our leader, and my personal favourite, sixteen year old, Jessica. She was the one who was paying the most attention to me, standing next to the fire place, twirling her dark cherry red hair around on her finger as it lay in perfect tight curls around her pale white face. Her eyes were a hypnotic greeny hazel and her smile was dazzling. But I would say that, being her boyfriend. Her wings were the most amazing. They were the same shape and design as Violet's, but the colours were gloriously different. They began with a shimmering, sparkling gold, then descended to a dark, glittering, coral pink, that lead onto a deep shimmering black. She was thin and average hight, although, nothing about her was average. I would say her powers were the coolest, but if I'm truthful, they're the more bone-chilling. All Jess has to do, to have you keeled over, begging for death, is to look at you, and wish for you to suffer. The perfect torture technique. Creepy ey? I like to keep on her good side. She can also form a forcefield around herself and anyone near by. Handy. Oh how I love my slightly insane, loopy, freaky girlfriend.

Jess slammed her arm down on the mantle piece and sighed. "Spit it out already Fang, or I'll just ask Lucas. Celebrity Juice is on." [You guys really need to watch 'Keith Lemon's Celebrity Juice', it's the funniest program going. Tell me if you've seen it. Bang Tidy ;)]

I shook my head, chuckling under my breath. She was so funny when she was serious. But soon I would bring on a typhoon of emotions, and she's kick my ass. "There's something I've got to do." I began, only looking at Jess, because if I was being honest, I only wanted to know her feelings on the matter. "I want to go back to my old Flock."


So that's chapter 1, 7,119 words :O Oh I do spoil you ;)

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