AN: Well, I was reading the first chapter of a Fanfiction and I thought of a wonderful new story. I'm beginning to think of the other side Ari could have. You'll understand a little bit more if you've looked at Ari's Story, another FanFnicktion I've written.

I truly hope this is good, I like the whole plot and all, but I'm not so sure about how it will appeal to you readers.

Well, on with the story.

I don't own MR

THE DAY THE FLOCK ESCAPED...

Three year old Ari's POV

It was still pitch black when I woke up to the sounds of things being broken and moved around. It sounded the same way it did when we moved into the house, with the movers breaking things and banging furniture up against the walls. My first thought was that there was a burglar coming to steal my stash of paints, candies, secret toys and pictures of my mom.

I looked to my right to see that my Toy Story clock said 2:46. There was another banging, followed by a clash. I jumped up at the noise. Scrambling over to my toy-box, I frantically searched for my flashlight and baseball bat. After finding those things, while in the process making a big mess, I set off to find the culprit.

Cautiously inching my way into the kitchen, I discovered big, muddy footprints that stained the carpet.

Dad won't be so happy about that.

I peeked into the living room and saw a dark shadow hunching over a big, brown, cardboard box. Rummaging through the unknown items, as if he, or she, knew exactly what they wanted but couldn't find it. Crawling silently behind the robber I stood up and hit him on the side with the bat as hard as my three year old strength allowed.

"Ahh!" The criminal cried out in pain. Clutching to his side, he scrambled over to the light switch, and the crook was revealed. He was, my father.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" I asked confused. I looked over to the couches and saw them loaded with duffle bags and suit cases. Some that weren't zipped up and I could see the clothes inside. None of the clothes were mine, in fact some were even girl clothes. "What's going on, Daddy?" My voice echoed throughout the house. "Are we moving?"

He looked at me with the same face I used on him when I was caught hiding a baby bird in my room. It fell out of it's nest and broke it's right wing. I took it so that I'd be able to fix the wing. In the end dad took it to work with him and I never saw Reena again. That's what I named the bird.

"I, um, well– wait what are you doing out of bed?" He stumbled on his words then came across an excuse.

"I thought I heard a burglar. But it was you." I confessed innocently.

"Oh," was all that he could say.

"What are you doing?" I asked again.

"Ari, I have to go away for a few years. I don't know when I'll be back," I noticed that he said I, not we.

"What's going on, why can't I come." I was getting frustrated. He promised that he'd take me camping this weekend.

"You'll get in the way. It's dangerous. Too dangerous for a three year old boy." His voice started to rise.

"Well you know what's even more dangerous! You leaving your three-year old son alone!" I was getting angry too. My tone was harsh, I hope it hurt him too, and cut into his heart. I balled my small fists, ready for what he had to say next.

We just stayed like that for a while, starring at each other, me glaring while his eyes seemed to have a mixed emotions.

"You know what, I don't care just go, you were gonna leave anyway! I hate you!" I screamed in his face. His eyes now read, anger, and hurt. I hope it hurt like it hurt me when he took Reena away.

I stomped away, back to my room and started to pack. If he was going away, so was I. I got all of my favorite clothes, two jackets, three other pairs of shoes, some pajamas, socks, underwear, my favorite books, Nintendo DS, comb, flashlight, batteries, my favorite wolf howling at the moon blanket, stuffed golden eagle, and my favorite picture of my mom. It was the one where she was holding me when I was a few months old. After packing that stuff, I snuck into my dads room, while he was still in the living room, and dug around in his drawer and took his platinum credit card.

I grabbed a bag and filled it with food. Canned food, a box of Coco Pebbles cereal, bread, crunchy peanut butter, grape jelly, turkey lunch meat, cheese, crackers, at least fifteen chocolate-chip granola bars, box of Cheez-it's, some toaster waffles, and the full jug of apple juice and a water bottle. Everything almost didn't fit in the suitcase, so I had to sit on the suitcase to zip it up, but I had to be really careful not to crush the bread and crackers.

Crawling through my bedroom window, I snuck in the back seat of my dad's silver Expedition. I waited in silence for a few minutes, lying down on the SUV's leather seats. After what seemed like hours the car started up and my dad was already on the freeway. I must have fell asleep, because I opened my eyes and the car was still running, but my dad had left. I sat up and looked out the window, only to see the building where my father works; ITEX. I've only been inside a few times.

I was confused. So my dad was going here? Why would he do that. I hopped out of the car, dragging my suitcase behind me. I easily walked through the unguarded white double-doors.

"Daddy!" I called down the long hallway. There was no answer. I walked along the wide hall, bright lights illuminating my path. Opening every door, I searched constantly for my dad.

There were suddenly red flashing lights and sirens going off. I started to run for the exit. As I ran I found my dad, he was running with five other kids and holding a baby. It was the Flock! I usually got to play with them when I went to work with my dad. They all had pained expressions on their faces.

"Daddy!" I called to my father. "What's going on?" he looked surprised to see me.

"Ari, what are you doing here?" He yelled angrily

"I didn't want you to leave me." I said looking back, only to see some White Coats chasing after us. In an instant I tripped. I looked at the White Coats behind me. "Daddy help!" I called out for my father. Everyone except baby Angel, and my dad looked my way. They wanted to help me, I saw it in their eyes.

Max stopped and held out her lightly tanned hand out to me. My father pulled her on though. "Max we can't stop." He told her softly. And with that. They ran through the white double doors to freedom.

I was able to pull myself up and ran for the doors, but when I got to them, they were locked, and I was surrounded.

"Well, I see Jeb left his son in place of the others." I woman White Coat said.

"Indeed." Replied a man White Coat. My heart sank as I heard my dad's tires screech as they drove away.

An: Well? How did I do? Was it good? I can't wait for the next chapter, but even more so I can't wait to see the reviews. God bless.