A/N: This story takes place after MR3; it's my flock/brood's story, if I was actually a mutant hybrid. The main character is pretty much my second personality, read anyways.
Prologue
A rock shower was pouring on the School, kids were attacking, and the security was on the fritz. My heart started to pound with appending joy. It was time
"Let's scat," I called to the other six kids in the glass room. They looked at me confused and scared. I shook my head just as a rock crashed through the glass of our prison.
Smiling, I called to them again. "Let's bust this joint." And, this time, they got up and ran from the room.
We rushed through the traffic of whitecoats, flyboys, and teenage children dodging stones and bats until we reached the open air. That's when they finally noticed we were gone.
"Get back here, you are scheduled for termination in two hours," yelled the regional director.
I turned around to face the beady man. "Guess we just cheated death."
"It's not funny, you could be dangerous out in the real world," he said walking toward us.
"Uvepa," I said to the other six in our made up language, and they flew into the air. "We can't be anymore dangerous than you guys already are."
"You're outrageous," yelled the director. His assistant, Holloway, ran out and I flew up into the air. "This whole scenario is outrageous."
"Yo, suckas," I called down to the two whitecoats, "remember the name. I'm Out." And with that, my brood and I flew into the horizon.
1.
We landed an hour later on the east coast of Britain. I decided we needed to rest before heading out over the sea.
"Twins in the hollow of the tree, guys, up there, Star with the twins, and Sabe you're with me," I ordered. My brood obeyed quickly, and soon we were all settled down in the branches of a tree. I could hear the rhythmatic breathing of the twins and Star, and the low sleepy mumbles of Sabe and the boys. All together there were seven of us, me, Sabe, Sims…wait, hold up, I'll make it easier on both of us and just do character descriptions:
Name: Saber (Sabe)
Age: probably 16
Looks: Dark brown hair almost black, shaggy, blue eyes, darker olive skin, and about 6 feet tall. At the 'school' they said he was Italian.
Personality: Brave, suave (whatever that means?), and the perfect right hand man. Pretty good with words. And a bad ass with bladed weapons.
Wing color: (Oh, did I forget to mention we had wings, silly me?) Greater right wing is silver, while the left one is gold (these are the bigger upper wings that carry most our weight when we fly), and lesser wings are copper (these are the smaller ones at the bottom that help support us).
Name: Sims
Age: probably 16
Looks: Orange hair spiked up, and very messy (gets on my nerves), green eyes, and white. 5'9".
Personality: Nerrrrrrdddddddddyyyyyyyy to the max, but you have to love the guy, he's really smart. Likes to play with fire and anything that goes BOOM, actually, that's his power, fire.
Wing color: Greater wings are orange like his hair, while lesser wings are a really red orange.
Name: Cuz
Age: probably 14
Looks: Blonde surfer is the best description for him, except his hair is cut shorter than most surfers, and he's partially deaf in one ear, but still, cute as heck with his sky blue eyes. 5'7".
Personality: Jock, (we had a TV in the glass prison, lucky us) and loves to cook, but don't ask me how he knows how to cook, none of us do. He can see in the dark.
Wing color: Greater wings are white, and lesser are sky blue.
Name: Emerald (Em)
Age: 12 probably (older of the twins)
Looks: brown corn rolls, crystal clear green eyes, and white. 5' 5 ½"
Personality: Smart, extremely. Quiet most times, but very aggressive when made mad. Can turn invisible.
Wing color: Both sets are dark green, like grass before the sun is fully out.
Name: Ruby (Rubes)
Age: 12, no duh, they're twins
Looks: blonde curly hair, same eyes as Emerald, and white. 5' 5 ¼" (Ruby made me put the ¼ so that you would know just how close she is to being taller than Em)
Personality: Uck, extremely girly and friendly, but like her sister will get aggressive when made mad. (They fight a lot) Can spot a fashion disaster mile away (she made me write that too, actually, she can just see things miles away that we can't see)
Wing colors: Red, both sets.
Name: Star
Age: 8 I think
Looks: Black hair, silver eyes, dark reddish skin, and about 4' 9". Like Sabe the 'School' said she was Indian, like American-Indian.
Personality: Happy, questioning, girl. Your typical eight year old, and like my little sister, she knows so much. Can see the past.
Wings: Both sets are the midnight blue of the night sky. Left Greater wing has a gold star, hint her name being Star.
Now, that just leaves on more. Drum roll please……me.
Name: Outrageous Drive (Out for short, and yes, I gave myself a last name)
Age: 16, I'm pretty sure of that.
Looks: Ha, I don't look like much. I have long dark brown hair, not as dark as Saber's though. My eyes are dark brown, almost black, and I have lighter olive colored skin. I'm 5' 11", pretty tall, right.
Personality: The only people I can socialize with are my brood, and I'm an artist if that important, I like to use words, and I'm the leader. Very paranoid, that's me, and I don't give up easily. If I miss anything, well, you'll catch on to it soon, I hope, before it's too late.
Wing colors: I both hate and love the colors of my wings, but they're nothing like Saber's. My right greater is and orchid/purple/pink color and the left one is black, pitch black. The lesser wings are the opposite of the greater.
So, that's pretty much us. Aren't we interesting? There's a lot more about us, stuff that could scare you, but you have already indulged in enough unbelievable info for now, so I'll let you digest it for a while before whipping up some more juicy details.
Now, back to reality:
"Out, what are you thinking about?" Sabe asked.
"The brood," I answered.
"Hmm, you want to go for a fly?"
"Sure," I answered and leapt off my branch, Sabe was already in the sky.
"Let's go see what we can eat," he said, and I nodded in agreement, though my stomach was clenching with the thought of what exactly we ate.
