Disclaimer: I don't own MR, JP does. And is my name James? I think not. Sigh, if only.
Full Summary: What if, instead of Jeb dying when Max was 12, something else happened? Something that left half the Flock in cages and the other half without memory of the event. Now the other half must find their lost family members and explain what happened. Danger ensues as Jeb and the School lurks in the background.
Unknown POV:
Three avian-human experiments sat in their cages, waiting for the perfect chance to begin their plan of escape. They had been planning this since they had first been captured, on that day. The day everything had changed; the day they had been taken from their misfit family and they had been brought back here. They had been here before, but back then they didn't know what freedom was like. Now they did, they were ready to fight extra hard to get out. They had been ready for two years.
The youngest one looked at the oldest, it's eyes eager.
"When are we going to begin our escape?"
"You know exactly when. Now hush; you know they have ears everywhere, and we don't need them to have a heads up that we're going to escape today." The oldest one reminded it in a soft whisper. The middle one and youngest one quickly nodded their heads and turned back towards the bars inches from their faces, waiting for the time to come.
The oldest one looked at their faces, remembering how great life had been before all of this mess had happened two years ago. But life was going to get better now, for it was time to get out of this hellhole.
It knew that it had to fix things, regain what had been lost to them. For when they had been returned to the School, they had all three had lost something precious. The youngest had lost its sibling; it's only true blood relative. The middle had lost it's stability in life, its warm cheerful atmosphere that it had needed so desperately to stay happy and sane. And the oldest had lost its best friend in life, the one who had been there for it since they were both toddlers, little children. Also, the one they fell in love with. Yes, the oldest one was in love with its best friend, the only one it could rely on in life.
All three experiments cracked the tiniest smiles they could when two erasers, with bored looks on their faces, waltzed threw the narrow rows of cages. The oldest looked at the middle one, giving it the signal. The middle one smiled.
"Hey, furry, fat, and ugly!" the middle one called, a mischievous look on it's face.
The two erasers looked at the middle one in anger. They marched up to it's cage, the first one leaning down so it could snarl in it's face.
"What did you say you worthless runt? What makes you think you can say something like that, huh?" the eraser grabbed the edges of the middle one's cage and shook it violently. "Huh?" The second eraser laughed gleefully.
The youngest and oldest ones took their chance. Each one shot a leg out, slamming them into each of the first eraser's shins. It cried out in pain, and fell to it's knees. The middle one continued to rock it's cage, using the momentum from the first eraser's shaking. The metal bars slammed into the first eraser's head as it fell to the floor from the other's attack, knocking it out. The lock busted open on the eraser's head with a loud crack.
The second eraser had frozen in shock at what happened. Now, as it's partner fell to the ground, it growled in fury. It sprang down on the middle one, but it was too fast; it slid beneath the eraser's legs. As the eraser grabbed air, the middle one shot it's leg toward the oldest one's lock. It broke right off with ease.
The oldest one pounced out of it's cage and tackled the eraser from behind; for it had already turned back to the middle one. It latched it's legs around the wolf's midsection and grabbed onto it's neck with it's experienced, calloused hands. It wrung the wolfs neck with violent shaking before, mercifully, swiftly swinging it's neck to the right with all it's strength. The snap of it's spine echoed through the room and the oldest leaped backwards off the dead body as it dropped to the ground like a rock.
Allowing itself a quick smile in victory, the oldest swung around unexpectedly and slammed it's foot onto the youngest one's lock. This snapped just as easily as the first two, and soon the three experiments shared quick grins of victory. It didn't take them long, with the middle one's lock picking skills, to exit the room and dash down the halls, searching for the way out.
After five minutes of searching and seven floors, the youngest one finally gave a cry of discovery; it had found a window! All three quickly crowded the portal to freedom, excitement clear. A mob of erasers appeared behind them at the end of the hall, but they were too late because the oldest had already kicked in the window and thrown the youngest out of it. The youngest gave a hoot and a screech of joy as it opened it's wings for the first time in two years, loving the sensation.
The middle one was out next, clawing it's way up and out the window. It dropped for a story or two before it stretched out it's wings and soared up to meet the youngest. The oldest one turned , throwing the erasers a smug smile, before leaping out the window. It took a deep breath as it too fell for a second. Then it spread out it's wings and all their glory, and rode the air current up a hundred feet to meet it's flock members. Only half of them, it reminded itself. We are going to find the other half soon though.
With a true smile on it's face; for it hadn't truly smiled since it was taken away; the oldest shot forward with the middle and youngest by it's side.
"Where are we going?" the youngest asked.
"Home."
I hoped you liked the anonymousness of that first part. See if you can correctly guess who the oldest, middle, and youngest bird kids are. Virtual cookie if you guess all three right!