I couldn't tell if it was early in the morning or late at night. I just knew that it was really dark in the small, crummy cell.
"Fang?" I whispered into the dark. I waited for at least five minutes until I finally heard him shuffle over to me. At least, I thought it was him. He felt a little to small and fragile in my arms.
"It's me, Max." I chuckled at the mere thought that this could be Fang. I'd known since I heard her shuf-
"No you didn't!" Angel whispered. "You thought I was Fang! Don't think that you can hide your thoughts from me." She smacked me on the head, and boy, lemme tell you, it really really hurt. For a six year old it was pretty frickin' hard. I bet you, if I was human, the pain would probably stick with me for a week. Or six.
"Angel, has anyone ever told told you that it hurts just to be sitting next to you?" I asked in my sarcastic voice.
"Actually, yes. Remember when Iggy, Gazzy, and me went to the park?" she asked. I remembered, she mentally influenced us to let them go out to the park. "Well," she continued,"Iggy told me I couldn't have any ice cream."
"And so you hit him on the head." Well actually, it made sense. Since Iggy was blind, he never would've seen it coming. He would have heard it, but then he probably wouldn't have enough time to react. This is Angel we're talking about, despite her name, she isn't always an angel. She's mostly fiesty when she doesn't get what she wants.
She hit me again. This time I don't think I'll be able to feel my ribs for a couple hours.
"Good."
The cell door opened revealing the dark interior of the School. Or, at least, what looked like it.
"Hello girls." The cool and alluring voice of the creature was unmistakable. For me and the flock, it only meant one thing.
Erasers.