A short little snippet of an idea I had. It'll get better later, when I have more time and more ideas. Hopefully.
Rex followed Byrd into the old, newly refurbished warehouse.
"So you're all named after birds?" he asked incredulously. Byrd rolled her eyes. She heard a couple of the girls whispering angrily at his rudeness.
"I didn't mean to be rude," called Rex as he continued following Byrd, having heard the comments himself. "So anyway, what's with the whole bird thing?"
"You see, our leader has always been on the adventurous side," Byrd explained. "She loves to ride, because it gives her a sense of freedom, makes her feel like she can do things she never could before. She's always been jealous of birds, because they're so free. They can fly away, escape dangers easily, live their own lives. That's everything she's ever wanted. And when she's riding, she does feel that free. She feels like she can fly. So that's why she likes to call all of us bird names."
"Oh. Well, is your leader named after a bird, too?"
Byrd sighed. "No, Rex. She is not named after a bird."
She caught the shoulder of a small, delicate-looking girl running by. "Robyn, could you please inform the leader that her… guest… is ready to speak with her?" It was more of an order than a question, really.
The short girl nodded and slipped past a heavy wooden door. Moments later, Rex heard a commanding female voice call from through the door.
"Enter," ordered the voice.
Byrd pushed Rex into the dark room. The door slammed shut behind him, and he turned blindly from side to side, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. The scent of spearmint chewing gum swept past him. Shivers descended upon Rex's spine as he felt warm breath on his neck.
"Welcome to Hell."