mercy fallen

by morgan allayne

meet mercy 98% kid, 2% bird... all alone... how does mercy deal with her pack getting destroyed? who helps her face her problems? how does the flock veiw her? summary sucks so plz just read it. written by me & my lil sis. dont forget to r&r. on hiatus

1. prologue

My feet thumped the ground. I could see my breath before I ran past it. I had long since lost the rest of my pack, and I had to keep telling myself they were okay.

Out of nowhere, I heard an earsplitting shriek. "Mercy!" Crap! That was Nick, the youngest. He was my favorite, my baby. It killed me, but I kept going. I heard an high- pitched squeal, a gunshot, then silence. The tears welled up and spilled. The sobs came, making my breathing ragged.

Eventually, I had to stop. I was almost hyperventilating. I was crying, and I could barely hear my pursuers. I saw a half dead tree and huddled on its roots. I let the rest of my tears out, and finally felt my breathing return to normal. By then, I could hear my own personal firing squad about a hundred meters away. They took a chance and shot at me. I was lucky, only one of the bullets had hit me, and it had hit me on the shoulder. Not as bad as it could be, but bad enough.

I ran about fifty feet and snapped my wings open.

I stroked them powerfully, and rose excruciatingly slow. Something grabbed my ankle and pulled me down a couple feet. I kicked around with my other foot. I felt it contact with something solid, heard a cry of pain and fury, and my ankle was released.

I rose as fast as I could. When I looked around, I saw a chopper with a large group going toward it. In the front, a figure was carrying something small and pale. I flew in close enough to see Nick cradled in the creature's arms, blood soaking the front of the white t-shirt he was wearing. I felt the tears coming again, so I bolted away before I could be seen.

It was easier to fly and cry then run and cry, so I didn't have to stop after half an hour. I just kept flying until our community was out of sight. The sun broke over the horizon, and I knew I had to at least go to our rendezvous point. When I got there, it was deserted. He silence was scary. I called out a few of the names, hoping there was someone there. That was when the realization hit me: I was the last one. I was bleeding badly and was going to die. The world went black.