Chapter 1: Specialities
I watched the group of six. The girl was obviously the leader. She was about fourteen, a year older than me. A boy around the same age as the girl stood behind her glaring at me. They obviously thought I was a threat.
"What's your name?" asked a little-girl voice. A six-year-old stepped forward, with bright eyes and blonde hair.
"Is it any of your business?" I asked meanly. The girl frowned.
"It might be," she replied.
"Angel, honey," said the leader, "don't worry about it." I looked at her. "I'm Max," she said. "This is Fang," She indicated the boy behind her. 'Fang' had dark hair, and was quite handsome. "Iggy," A boy taller than Max stepped forward. He had empty eyes. I assumed he was blind. "The Gasman," An eight-year-old boy stepped forward. He glared at me, trying to be tough. I grinned. "Nudge," A dark girl smiled at me. "and Angel." The little girl who had asked my name smiled and waved.
"You're those bird kids," I said bluntly. "I read your blog, Fang." He looked at me curiously.
"Did you… help?" he asked.
"No. I was one of the ones they broke out," I said. The Gasman frowned.
"Huh?" he said. How intelligent.
"Look," I sighed, and unfurled my wings.
"Wow."
"Whoa!"
"Max, Max, look, she's like us!"
"What?!?!"
"So we're not the only ones…"
"Hey! What's happening?" That last one was Iggy, the blind one.
"She's… she's like us," said Max.
"In what way? A mutant freak?" Iggy sneered.
"Yup," I told him.
"Oh."
"Listen, my parents are after me," I told them quickly. "I really need to get away. Please, can I come with you guys? Just for a day or so?" Max looked at Fang. He looked at her.
"I s'pose so," said Max. "But how do we know you're not working for the Whitecoats?"
"Because here they are now," I said, turning around to face the group of scientists. "And they have guns." Before Max and the flock had time to wonder how I knew they were there, I had leapt into the air and charged towards the first Whitecoat, knocking her to the ground. Her head began to bleed and she didn't get back up. "Are you fighting," I yelled as I tackled another Whitecoat with a superb rugby tackle (except for the fact I was flying… maybe they should make 'Mutant Freak Rugby' – what a sport!), "or do I need to do this on my own?" Max and the others seemed to surge into action, and within ten minutes all the Whitecoats were out cold. Max slapped everyone a high-five, except me. She smiled, though.
"Why are you hiding from your parents?" she asked as the flock and I surged into the sky.
"Well, after I escaped from the Itex headquarters in New Zealand-" I began.
"In where?" the Gasman interrupted.
"New Zealand," I repeated. "It's a small country in the Southern Hemisphere. Anyway, I managed to track down my parents, and they were living in America. I found their house, and boom! They were trying to sell my life story to the press." All the other bird-kids looked at Iggy. "What?" I said.
"It's what happened to Iggy," said Max. "Well, pretty much, anyway."
"Oh," I said.
"How did you know the Whitecoats were there?" asked Angel.
"I have a thing that tells me if danger is close, and how close it is," I explained.
"Can you do anything else?" asked Nudge eagerly.
"Yup," I said. "I can fly!"
"Besides that," Nudge sighed.
"Errr…" I said thoughtfully. You know, those bird kids weren't so bad. "I can… oh, I can read minds…" Angel gasped a little bit. Fang rolled his eyes.
"Oh, really?" he said sarcastically. "Prove it."
"Alright," I said coolly.
This is so bogus, I heard Fang think.
"What'd he say?" asked Angel.
"He thinks that 'this is so bogus'," I replied. Fang looked stunned, and nodded.
"Wow!" the Gasman breathed.
"I can read minds too!" Angel said excitedly.
"Really?" I asked her. "Cool!" She nodded enthusiastically. Six-year-olds are so cute!
"What else?" asked Nudge.
"I can…" I thought. "I can breathe underwater and talk to water creatures." Everyone stared.
"You're kidding, right?" said Max.
"Nope," I answered.
"Are you and Angel related?" Iggy asked.
"Er… not that I know of…" I said.
"We don't look very similar," pointed out Angel. It was true. Angel had bright, sparkling eyes, and curly blonde hair. I had grey eyes that burned with a sort of anger. My hair was wavy and auburn.
"That's true," agreed the Gasman.
"Well, I wouldn't know…" said Iggy.
"No, you wouldn't," I said. Oops, that wasn't very sensitive…
