Family
(Izzy's POV - for all of those out there, Elizabeth "Izzy" Vaserem is my Maximum Ride original character. I was going to start her story off here, but then I got lazy (#storyofmylife) and wrote this as a drabble. Not sure if I am gonna continue it but might as well post it since I've totally accidentally abandoned EXCEPT FOR "Sleep Kadaj" WHICH GOT REVIEWS I AM HAPPY. God knows when I wrote this. Spring break maybe?)
There's something scary in meeting your half-brother. Especially when said sibling is Fang and you're a lovely recombinant life form - avian, feline and homo-sapien, baby - that's been training her whole life to kill him.
Jeez, where are my manners? I'm Izzy, thirteen. I'm about five foot eight, and look like the average, albeit scraggly and homeless, teenage girl as long as I hide my cat ears, foot-long tabby tail and over fifteen-foot wingspan. I was created to replace/work with the Erasers. The project sprouted from the centuries old fight - y'know, what's better, cats or dogs? Cats have more cunning, flexibility, and agility, but dogs usually have speed, strength and size on their side. It's kinda a stalemate. Still, I was trained with the Erasers as a prototype. And I was friends with a particular Eraser... Ari.
Uh... no more on that subject - I could feel my throat closing painfully, the corners of my eyes pricking with tears. And let me tell you, it takes a lot to make me cry - I had reduced tear ducts, so it was physically harder for me to produce tears, and I was still breaking out of the heartless, sadistic shell they, the white-coats, had forced me into.
After calming myself down, I pulled the small scrap of paper that held the coordinates to where Fang was supposed to meet me. Needless to say, my stomach was in knots and I was shaking in my combat boots.
JAX, FL - Cafe on Atlantic, back corner booth.
I pulled on my bulky green coat over my slitted sweatshirt, which effectively concealed my warm-feathered wings, tucking them in as tight as possible just for good measure. It was hot under three layers of clothing, but hiding what I was was kind of a necessity y'know? I flattened the triangular, red-tipped ears back against my head and they blended in with my black-with-red streaks hair.
Ready or not, here I come Fang... I thought, breathing a sigh.
I walked down the block, my mahogany-colored eyes scanning for a homey cafe. Bingo, it stuck out against the urban, contemporary buildings surrounding it. Taking a preparation breath, I pushed the door open and ducked inside.
I almost missed Fang, the shadow incarnate in the dark corner. But I caught the slight shifting of his dark eyes with my heightened vision, and forced myself forward. Like a shadow, Fang said, expressed and gave away nothing - not even to me, with my heightened senses, especially for "tasting" emotions (being able to scent them in the air.) His smooth tan face showed me nothing as I slid into the booth seat across from him.
"Izzy," Fang said coolly.
"Fang." I dipped my head.
"You wanted to talk. You have the floor." Straight to the point, no fun, no games, no sirree, not for Fang here.
"Fang I... I wanted to tell you I'm your sister. Half-sister." I blurted out in a rush. Oh yeah, Izzy, real smooth of you. Queen of Suave. Goddess of Carefully Delivering News.