It's 11:11
Make a wish.
What did you wish for?
Oh yeah. You can't tell me.
Hope it will come true.
Because if it did, it means mine did too.
And for my wish to come true, I'm going to need a lot more magic then what Disney advertises.
Why?
Because they created me.
I am a pawn in a game of chess.
Controlled with a flick of the wrist.
With every beat of my heart;
With every breath I take;
With everything I do;
I get closer to dying; My expiration date.
I will die soon.
Iggy has already been killed, his body was flaunted on live T.V. His wings were cut off.
He was buried wingless.
Angel was kidnapped, Gazzy was taken in their attempt to bring her back. Who knows if they're even alive?
Max and Nudge are the only ones left.
Max, Nudge, and me.
But we're hundreds of miles apart.
I left them. Now Iggy's dead, and Angel and Gazzy are probably going to join him soon enough.
Who am I?
That could be answered in a majority of ways.
Brat. 'Meddling Kid'. Nick, once. The second oldest member of the flock. My real name is Justin.
But I go by Fang.
Nice to meet you.
What am I?
That's debatable.
The bottom line is that I have wings. I've been told I'm a mutant, I've been told that I'm not human.
But I think I am.
I speak English. I have thumbs. I can walk. I can run. I'm human.
With wings.
So I don't know what I am. But I'm not a mutant.
Why am I here?
Who knows.
I sure don't.
But I sure as hell am going to find out.
It's 11:15 now.
Did your wish come true?
A/N: I hate my muse. It keeps giving me ideas when I don't want them. I have about four others in my head right now, but this is the only one that made it to posting. *Pats story*
Well, I might update today. Tomorrow. This weekend. I don't know. As I'm writing this, I have no idea what the heck I'm going to title it.
But I don't care. If you're nice, you'll R&R. If you're mean, you won't.
So read and review. For the children. :D
-Blue.
P.S. I know it's short. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. Okay? Okay.