Sorry for the bad summary- I'm not good at this either, so let's jump right into the disclaimer:
Disclaimer: Seriously, do I look like a 61-year-old guy? Oh but I own the new character(s). I thought up the plot, but it isn't super original, and I know it's been done before. So yeah, enjoy.
Chapter One: RuinsWe were back in New York. It felt like forever since we'd last been here, and I didn't want to remember what happened. I smelt the fumes and the food and heard the crowds and that was enough.
But we wandered down the streets of Manhattan nevertheless, having just landed in a deserted alley moments ago. The Voice led me here, after it had told me to leave our new school. It gave the latitude and longitude measurements and off we were, feeling freer than ever.
"Ohmigod, I'm so so soooo happy that we're back it New York. Maybe we can get makeovers again? That would be so awesome. Can we get hot dogs? I'm a little hungry. There's a guy selling them right there. Do you remember when we were being chased and we ran into that church? I wonder if we could go there again. I had a lot of fun-"
I tried to block out Nudge's voice. I concentrated on the sky until her blabber was white noise and barely a buzz in my ears.
The dreary clouds above us looked weighed down and heavy, threatening to dump buckets and buckets of rain down on our unprotected heads. I zipped up my rain jacket all the way and motioned for the others to follow. Nudge, Angel, Iggy, Fang, and Gazzy all sped up to keep up with my fast, nervous pace.
Fang fell into step next to me. "Are you sure about this?" His voice betrayed no emotion and I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes. My own were glued to a building not far away at the corner of the next street. Its old white paint was peeling and most of the dark windows were boarded up.
"Of course I'm sure," I responded. But my heart was speeding up as we neared the apartment. We crossed the street and I halted, Fang banging into me from behind and pulling my shoulders back so we wouldn't fall. The others made a sort-of half circle around us.
"Why would the voice lead us here?" I murmured to myself. Only Iggy picked up on it, but he didn't respond. Making my face blank, I spoke to the others.
"This is it. Be ready for a trap. Be on your guard and stay together. The voice has always helped before," I smiled to myself at my little lie, "but just don't be stupid. I'm sure we'll be fine." I felt Fang's eyes boring into my head but I refused to look at him. I know he saw right through my calm reserve.
"Let's go." I sincerely hoped I wasn't leading the flock to their doom.
I kicked down the rusty door, bits of debris falling down from the ceiling. It swung open obligingly. There was a set of stairs going up, and a set going down. It was lighter upstairs, so I made the swift decision and cautiously made my way up, the flock silently following behind me. Even Nudge was quiet.
The first floor up was empty. None of the doors were locked, and the rooms were all dark. On the second floor we got lucky.
The forth door in was partly open, grayish light shining through. Fang was practically breathing down my neck as I pushed the door open wider. The tingles that his breath sent down my spine were very distracting.
The room was practically empty; the floor covered in plastic and the walls a plain, boring white. Everything was flecked and streaked with paint. In the middle of the room, with her back to the door, was a girl painting on as easel. As we crowded the doorway she stopped humming and cocked her head to one side.
She turned around and gasped.
So that was the first chapter.
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