Chapter 1
Caia's P.O.V.
I drag my hands along the bars of my cage, waiting for the next white-coat to come in, which should be any moment. I press my wings tightly against my back, and curl my knees to my chest. I've got to get out of here, I think. I stare at the lock on my cage, wondering if I should take the chance or not. I've broken out before, but I was about 7. They caught me, and put me in Iscolation for almost a year. It sucked.
Before I can change my mind, I reel my leg back, and kick the lock as hard as I can. I wait a moment to see if any white-coats or erasers would come, which they don't. I quickly open the cage door, and peer around the room. I'm all alone in this room, and it's been that way since they killed Danny. Pushing the thought of my dead best friend from my mind, I open the door silently, rushing down the stairs, which are conventiently placed close to the room where I have been held.
I rush out of the stair case, and discreetly head toward the door which is the Emergency Exit. Right then, I turn my head, seeing a little girl in a room, seeming to be speaking to someone. I make my way over there, peering through the window.
"We have to think of a plan." I hear a boy state. I knock on the door slowly, everything inside goes silent. I open the door and close it quickly behind me, pushing my back up against it. Six kids look at me with wide eyes. Three of them look to be a bit younger than me, and three seem to be between 7 and 12.
The oldest girl pulls the younger kids behind her protectively. I roll my eyes. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" She snaps.
I sigh, "Caia." I say quietly.
"What do you want?" She asks again.
"I'm leaving this hell." I say, barely above a whisper.
"Why did you find the need to come in here?" She snaps once again.
"Do you not want to leave? Your loss." I raise my voice slightly, which is not normal for me, seeing as I don't talk much. I turn back to the door, and am about to pull it open, when the same girl speaks once again.
"Wait." She says. I turn back to her, one eyebrow raised. "How are you getting out?"
I gesture for them to follow me, and I open the door, and sneak back to the emergency exit I was at earlier. I look back to see all six of them following me warily. I continue making my way to the door carefully, and motion for all of them to get infront of me, closer to the door. I nod my head toward the dorr, and hold up three fingers to symbolize "three seconds."
I look around the large room, seeing dozens of white-coats and Erasers. I hold up one finger for the count, then another, and then the third, and the girls shoves open the door, all of us running out, right as the alarm sounds. They run, and begin to take flight. I spread my wings and am about to jump in the air, when I'm shot in the shoulder. "Damn it!" I scream, still running away. I try to put as much distance between me and the Erasers, still keeping an eye on the kids who are hovering about a hundred feet infront of me, and about fifty feet up. I hold my shoulder, and flick my wings out once more, and jump in the air, screaming profanities at the pain, and biting my lip. Once I catch up with the kids, we start flying in the opposite direction. After about two hours of flying, it starts getting dark so we begin to find somewhere in the forest to crash for the night.
Once we find some decent trees, we descend and everyone goes to seperate trees. A tall dark boy looks at the leader girl and says, "I'll take first watch," quietly. I climb up a tree, not saying a word since the School, and sit on a branch, my back against the trunk. For about ten minutes, I sit, staring off into space, until my shoulder begins to hurt again. I wince, and rip off a piece of my shirt to tie around it to apply pressure. I jump out of the tree, and then begin walking away from the six kids.
"Where are you going?" The tall, dark haired boy asks me. I turn back to him, not moving anymore.
"Leaving." I reply, about to turn away once again.
"Why?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Because I don't belong here. I'm happy I could help you guys out, but I've gotta go." I begin walking
"You don't have to go you know." He says, almost inaudible. I stop walking once again, but don't turn to him. "You're hurt," He adds, a bit louder, "Let me stitch you up and you can rest, and if you still want to leave in the morning, no one's stopping you." I turn back to him once again, and nod ever so slightly. He leads me over to a fire he had started a few minutes ago. He takes a few bandages out of his backpack, while I take off my t-shirt, leaving me in a tank top. We sit, and he examines my shoulder as I stare at the stars in the sky.
After a moment, I realize I don't even know this kid's name. "Hey, what's your name?" I ask, quietly. I really don't like talking to people much.
"Fang." He replies, still fixing up my shoulder.
"That's not a name you hear every day." I laugh lightly. He chuckles.
"Neither is Caia."
"True."
Another few minutes of silence overlaps us. It's not a dreadful silence, but kind of comfortable and peaceful. He finishes up fixing my shoulder, so I put my t-shirt back on.
"You look tired, Cai." He states, "Why don't you go to sleep?"
"I might just do that. Thank you for everything, Fang." As I'm getting up, I don't know what comes over me, but I quickly peck his cheek, and rush back to the tree I was seated in earlier, without giving him a chance to say anything.
I climb the tree, and rest against the trunk once more, slowly drifting off to sleep.
