Hey, peoples! Sorry that I haven't been around. But here I brought a peace offering! A new story! YAY.
fly on,
flygirl101
Chapter 1, Birth
This was just another insertion, right? Ha, yeah right. That's what I thought in the beginning too. But no. This was different. Very different. When the healers had told me that I would be put into a...Abnormal human body, well I took it as a challenge. A fun experiment. I was SO wrong. This body had been put through the most in-humane tortures that the humans
Could come up with, and that was just the beginning. This human was a Hybrid. One of six. She had wings, like an earth bird.
She was part bird. I had been given a brief description of the way this body worked.
The body had a total of 6 limbs. Two arms, two legs and two wings. I could feel how she had moved them.
Once upon a time, when she had still owned this body. I could feel the sedative wearing off, and knew what would happen next. I knew that it would feel like the end to these eyes, it would be the memory of the end. This thought scared me. I would have to watch as this girl who I would live inside of for the rest of my life, die. That scared me more than the Claw beasts on the Mists planet...
Flash back
There's no air here, or at least I can't pull the oxygen from the air anymore. I'm exhausted.
The seekers are right behind me, I can feel there feet pounding against the cold concrete floor.
I've only been in this old office building for a minimum of 5 minutes, and yet they chase after me.
The cold in this building is unimaginable, and I have been in many cold places. I can't believe that this is the end. I hope that they wont come looking for me. That is my last hope.
There up ahead. A dot of light in the inky black ness. A window that leads to the dark ness of night. Maybe there was a way to escape this doom this death, after all I had faced many others and survived, this would just be another desperate escape.
I screeched to a halt at the window, ripping it open and jumping out. But I was only a few yards away, when the bullet hit my wing. I had forgotten that they had guns. And that bird-kid weren't bullet proof.
I fell through the air, not a single scream came from my mouth. Though the pain was burning, and unimaginable. I hated the way that they had just torn me away from every thing I had ever known. Now that was all lost to me forever.
Flash back
A high keening sound came to my attention, and I noticed that a dull ache had started in my throat.
I floundered around trying to figure out what was happening. 'Screaming, you're screaming.' some thing said
A voice inside my head. My body was speaking to me! Suddenly I was pulled back into the memory. 'NO!'
I thought, I didn't want to go back...
Flash back.
I landed in the street and weakly looked up at the seekers that were surrounding me, I shut my eyes tight.
Trying to wake up from this night mare, when I woke up I would be back home and I wouldn't have to go and find anyone. The world wouldn't be taken over by aliens and I would be safe.
I could feel them picking me up and that's when I felt the needle in my arm. Within seconds I was out.
Flash back
I lay there gasping as the memory faded away. I shuddered. That was horrifying. As my heart beat slowly Calmed. I could hear someone talking in the background. "I know, this is amazing. She must be very strong to
Only have screamed once." a deep voice, male un-doubly. A softer voice answers, "she has been chosen for a reason." this statement makes me shudder. And I wrestled with the overpowering emotions. In this species, but tears bud in my eyes anyway. And I hate that. It makes me feel weak.
Weak, I can't stand that word. It is something I promised that I would never be. I had no idea that this planet would have such an amazing range of color, sound, scent, even taste.
'You'll get used to it.' a dryly sarcastic voice said in the back of my head. I tensed, making the stiff
Paper on the healing bed crackle softly. 'Leave.' I thought. 'And go-where exactly?' the voice quipped
'Anywhere. This is my body now, so leave.' suddenly I could feel light pressure on the back of my hand.
"Storm rider? Are you aware?" the softer male voice asked, in a kind and gentle tone.
Slowly I opened my eyes. And winced at the sharp lances of light. I blinked letting my eyes become adjusted,
When I could fully open my eyes. The male healer stepped forward and gently took my pulse and had me do all of the necessary sense tests. The healer steeped back, seeming pleased with his work.
"Storm Rider. Can you access everything?" a small woman to the right of the healer asked, she was small and looked overly vain. She had long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. The contrast against her dark tan skin was shocking. It unnerved me. She wore a light floral dress that came to her knees. She must be the seeker, my seeker. Some thing in my body shuddered at the title. Just a leftover reaction. I had no reason to fear or dislike the seekers, for I was one of them. I was a soul. All things good and kind. But the humans could tell you something very different. "I haven't tried to access memory. But everything else is in order. She had a very fit body." I said. I could feel revulsion deep in my head. And began to fear that this body could become a nuisance. The seeker nodded. "Can you find the name?" she asked, her brows furrowed in concentration. I nodded and closed my eyes, tightly. I searched.
A wall fell, but she was too late. The only thing I saw was a face.
Dark shaggy hair hung over one deep chocolate eye, a tan face. Strong chin and a blank expression. That was all that was left. Was that face. He looked to be the same age as my host. Fang, so that was his name. This face this beautiful face's name was Fang. As soon as I realized that I liked this face, wanted to keep looking at it, it was gone. 'Mine!' she hissed. 'no, mine. Everything is mine now.' I rebuked her. She fought against me as I moved through another direction to find her name.
There I found it. "Maximum Ride." I said to the seeker opening my eyes. "She is 14 years old and was 'born'" I was cut off by the sardonic laughter in my head. 'Born? Really?' max gasped in my head. I pressed on locking my hands behind my back so that I wouldn't hit my self in the head. "In a lab in death valley California." I finished and hoped beyond all belief that this would all be over soon.
The night is still and the only sound is of the fire crackling at the center of this small cave. We just left my moms house two days ago, and now we were hiding out again.
On instinct my eyes swept over the figures that lay in the darkness. Iggy has his arms around Nudge, who is smiling in her sleep. They both are. In the morning they will pretend like this never happened. And that will make them both sad. Angel and Gazzy are curled together, while they sleep they look much younger then they really are. And that scares me. How could they be so young and fragile, they had both been strapped to gurneys and put through the most unimaginable, in-humane, and painful tortures in the world. And yet they were still only 6 and 8 years old.
I looked back to where Fang sat. His eyes open and alert. He had been watching me. This did not surprise me. He usually watched over me, but he did so that I wouldn't notice. As I look in his eyes I can tell that something is wrong. He is lost in his thoughts. That hardly ever happened with Fang.
I heaved a sigh and got up to go sit by him, his clouded eyes followed the movement closely. And he seemed to come back from his thoughts as I sat beside him. "Hey." I whispered. Fang not being one for many words, nodded. Without seeming to thinking about it he reaches out and takes my hand. I sigh as I watch him press my hand to face; I cup my palm so I'm cradling his cheek. It's confusing and, scary. I don't know how I feel about Fang. He's always been my best friend and I'm terrified of losing that.
We don't say anything for along time. Just staring into each others eyes, black to hazel. It makes me feel safe, looking into his eyes, he has the most beautiful eyes. The night is thick like a blanket, and I can just hear the babble of the stream a few yards form the cave. I pay no mind, it's like he is the only thing in the world. We still haven't moved.
Suddenly Angel stirs. "Max?" her soft innocent voice calls out to me. It took all my will to look away from Fang, and my hand fell from his face. It was like a sharp tearing. It hurt to not be touching him. But I dragged my self to Angel.
"What is it sweetie?" I asked as I settled to the ground and stroked her matted blonde curls. Her chin wobbled, "I'm afraid, Max. What if they get you?" she asked. Tears streaked down her face and fell to her lap. This disturbed me, my little Angel was so afraid.
"I'll always make it back to you. To everyone. I promise. I will always make it back to you." Soon her tears stopped. And her shaking slowed. She believed me, her blue eyes were clear. And she soon drifted back to sleep.
I took a glance back at Fang; he was still looking at me. I felt my heart beat un-comfterbly, it was like pain. Pain that I didn't want to stop.
I stared deep into his dark eyes, and he looked into mine. It was like he was reading my soul. And I didn't hide anything. He seemed pleased with what he saw. I crawled over to him. And put my hand back to his cheek.
"Always." I said, the word rung through the silence, and he hugged me to him. I fell asleep that way. With a deep peace that filled my heart and overflowed to my soul. I was happy.
I woke from the dream, and found my hands searching the crumpled sheets, searching for him. But soon they gave up. He was not there. Tears stung my eyes. And I gritted my teeth.
I threw the covers back and moved to the small living room, where a small computer sat on the coffee table. I opened the lid and pressed the button, waiting for the laptop to boot up. But just looking at it made Max, heartsick from the latest dream that she had tortured me with, think of Fang's laptop and that made her feel even more sad. Without thinking about it I went to my email as soon as the computer had powered up. And searched for the correct address.
I only had 2 contacts, the seeker and the healer. So it wasn't hard to find the right one.
There were the four other experiments in hiding with her, not only the one called fang. Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. Were the names, I have no further information. I will be in contact if there is anything more I can do.
Storm rider.
I pressed the send button, and I could feel the hate rolling off of Max in waves though she said nothing. It made me think of how this had gotten worse over the few months that I had been on earth.
She was still here despite my best efforts of getting her to go away. And she was so hard to ignore. She was very strong, so I admired her but still hated her with a fury that continued to surprise me. She did not speak to me often. And she had never spoken for me. That I simply would not allow.
Most of the time she spent locked away in her own little dream bubble. Remembering was her main pastime, annoying me was her other.
My calling was to be a writer. As I was a story teller on every planet this was not hard to transition to. I often found myself writing hopeless romances, and happy endings of families reuniting. These stories's always brought deep sadness to my heart. It was all her fault. I knew what was happening. I was falling in love with Fang, and now the rest too. This angered her. Not so so much about the others in the flock, but Fang. He was hers and only hers. Or so she wished… it made her ache to think about him. So she did it often. She wanted to feel something any thing at all. That was all that she wanted.
I sighed and allowed a few tears to drip down my tired face and I walked back to the bedroom. Directly across from my bed, was a wide mirror, I could see my self, hunched over in the bed. My eyes were haunted and sad, my long red-brown hair fell to my waist and my wings hug out behind me, during the day I kept them in, tight against my spine. It was a habit now, this body was used to keeping them out of sight when they weren't in use and this made me feel safer for some unknown reason.
Max was drifting in the back of my head, she had no intention of going back to sleep and I had no way of controlling her as I was, the tears trailing down my face and soaking into the duvet. To her this was a shameful sight. There was no pity for me. No. I was just another invader. But she was different. She was one to never fade away. And now I wondered at the dream she had showed me.
Thinking of it made me think of Fang and Angel. That made my heart ache as well as my arms as if they longed to hold something. That only made it worse. She had promised that she would always return to them, but I sensed no thought of attack in her thoughts, yes she hated me but she wouldn't try to take over. Because she understood me.
In some odd way, she knew that I didn't do this of my choice. That I would not have taken her body, if I were in on the decision. I needed a host body to survive. Without her body I would die. And she knew that. It was a need not something that I could not control and had no choice. It was wrong and I knew that, I hated being the parasite. Ever since then…
"No, no thinking of that, not now." I said to myself.
I could feel Max's curiosity spike at my words. But I wouldn't tell her all my secrets until she told me hers.