Hello once again, reading audience. This is just a random story I wrote several months ago that was kinda-sorta inspired by Maximum Ride, I guess. It also reminds me of when Tasha was talking about them not having the ability to fly. It's probably one of the longest stories I've written, if not the longest. It's not the most original or the best, but I liked writing it. It ends up being pretty fluffy, and I always love writing fluffy family moments like the ones in this. But I won't spoil any more of it.
So, this is the prologue. It's short but sweet. I guess this would be set in Season 3; I can't really remember what I had in mind when I wrote this. Just for the sake of the reading experience (because I personally hate it when I don't know who or what gender the narrator is when it is for no reason), this is from my OC Emily's pov, and that's all I can tell you right now. I can't wait to see what you guys think, and I can't wait to post more of this. Hope you enjoy!
When they found me, they had no idea what I was. That is, until I landed.
Yes, I just said landed. I had been flying through the air with my giant black raven wings that were grafted into my back and were controlled by a chip in my neck that was connected directly to my nervous system when they spotted me. They probably thought I was a giant bird or something. If so, I quickly proved that theory wrong.
I was high up in the air, high enough so we could see each other but not close enough that they could make out exactly what I was. I needed to stay a little higher than normal because one of them, the youngest of the three, had super senses. Hopefully, they weren't super enough to see what I really was.
They were standing on the roof looking at me, the three special ones, their father/uncle, and their stepbrother. I suspected the stepmother was inside, not interested in the giant flying thing above their house.
I knew about the cameras and satellites and stuff that their father/uncle had invented and set up around his house for security measures. I knew exactly where they were at the exact moment they were supposed to be there. I knew what I was doing.
After several minutes, they finally left. The stepbrother stayed the longest, holding binoculars up to his eyes. Even with the best binoculars in the universe, he wouldn't be able to see the real me.
I watched him leave as well then heard a car start and pull out of the driveway. Finally, they were gone. I circled around the house they lived in, making sure everything was in order. Then, I stopped in midair and dove toward their long balcony. At the last second, I spread my big dark wings and came to graceful stop.
I opened the sliding glass doors and stepped inside the Davenport mansion. First stop: the infamous lab.