This takes place halfway through the third book. Enjoy!
My back ached, I couldn't keep them folded much longer. I had to find a large space, soon. My wingspan wouldn't fit in a boutique, I knew that for sure. I ran through the mall, looking for an abandoned store, an empty bathroom, anything! Finally! A way out! I could possibly find a corner of the mall and whip my wings out somewhere! 12 feet of pure bird is attached to my back. Yup, I'm a freak show. A highly wanted freak show. I just needed to find these other hybrids. They can help! Fang was his name. Apparently, I wasn't the only bird kid on this planet. There's six more somewhere in the US. I'm Verity de Milo. I was taken from my parents a LONG time ago. To a big laboratory where I lived, running mazes, testing experimental drugs, and just wishing for a family. I saw a few others like me there too, but these guys were rescued. I, however, was left in my crate, since I must have been the least important age of them all. Two years old. That would make me fifteen to this date. Anyways, this blog has told me about the By-Half plan, the misadventures of Fang and the crew, or Flock, as I'm told, and a strange talking dog. I really should ask them where in the US they are, hopefully somewhere near San Francisco.
I had found a large space, a big abandoned parking lot, to spread my wings. I took off, flying to Venice Beach. I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling to go there. Maybe it was telling me to keep going, maybe Fang was there! I fanaticized a bit longer before starting to focus. No I do not fancy Fang! Who ever said that? I saw them, a huge cloud of robotic things. I swooped down, just to see three boys with wings. I flew towards them, flying as fast as I could. I stumbled in the air a bit, since I taught myself how to fly, and met up with the boys.
"Holy what?" the boy with black hair and wings saw me. I landed near them.
"Need any help?" I asked, sounding casual. I was pretty good at that sort of thing. I smiled and started kicking robots, left and right. Two of the boys just stared at me. I was pretty terrific, weren't I? I took down half the robots before the boys payed any attention to what was happening. The older boy tapped the one that I hadn't seen before's hand. They took down the rest of them for me. We all took flight, the boys still staring.
"Now who the heck are you?" said the young blonde one.
"You tell me who you are first," I said with a small grin on my face. I love messing with these boys. The black haired one spoke.
"I'm Fang," I must have looked dumb, my mouth started to gape. I shut it right away and he continued' "This is the Gasman and Iggy. I assume you've read my blog?" I nodded, "Now who are you?"
"I'm Verity de Milo, I was taken to a lab when I was born, mutated into this, and was left at the lab until I broke out and, well, ended up here," I said. Fang was still staring at me. The Gasman, however, was singing a song about constipation. I guess I should describe them now. Iggy, who I suspected was blind, and fourteen, had adorable pale blue eyes, long, strawberry blonde hair, and a cute smile. Gasman, who was probably eight, had blue eyes, blond hair, and an annoying addiction to bodily functions. Fang had black hair, black wings, black, everything. I found him strangely attractive, but I thought Iggy was even more so. I was one of the more strict of the group, yet, I was the oldest, so cut me a break. I should describe myself, so you have an idea of what I look like. I have long, caramel brown hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, probably a sparrow's wings, and a serious attitude. Iggy flew closer to me and touched my hand.
"It's how I identify you," he whispered in my ear. I blushed. Hopefully he couldn't feel the hot rush through my body. Fang giggled a bit and the Gasman stopped singing. I smiled and started talking.
"So, where are you all from?" I asked. Dumb question, I knew they were all nomadic.
"We lived in Virginia for a while," Iggy said, "Where are you from?"
"I, err, never settled anywhere," That's the truth. I've never had a home. I looked down quickly, hoping not to see sympathetic faces. Instead, Fang pulled closer to me and touched my arm.
"We understand," he simply stated. I looked at his face. He looked sincere, almost, cheery. I felt better in an instant, "Let's land somewhere, it's getting late."
Hope you enjoyed chapter one! I'll be coming out with more soon! CUL8R, Marie