Asylum
By: Aqua
This is b4 the fourth book kk? The second one of this is after the fourth one. Enjoy and input output I own nothing but the idea for this ff. and stormy.
"Ouch." I said. My eyes widened as they rested on the man in a long white lab coat. "What do you want with me, you vile person? If that's what you are." I hissed. He merely pulled the needle out of my arm.
"Stormy, I am not a scientist- I am a doctor, here to help you. There are no winged children or talking dogs." He said to me.
"You're lying, of course. Why would I believe you? You're just saying that so I won't fight back." I growled. It was like this everyday. They tried to tell me that Max wasn't real. Sure, and Fang didn't kiss her. When I don't cooperate they send Erasers in here with me.
The whitecoat sighed and walked out, locking the door behind him. Then the speaker on the wall beside my head crackled.
"Stormy, your sister is here to see you." The whitecoats kept telling me that I have a sister named Beana, but why should I believe them? They're liars. And evil jerks who experimented on me and the flock, no less. The door opened and a blonde girl came in and sat on the chair next to my bed.
"What do you want, whitecoat?!" I snapped. Anger flashed through her dull blue eyes, then her expression cleared.
"Stormy, don't you remember me? I'm your big sister! I miss when you used to act normal and we used to hang out!" The girl dabbed tears on her face. For a second I felt like I knew her from somewhere…and it was gone before I knew what it was. Whatever it was, it didn't feel good- I was filled with anger and sadness at it.
"I've told you before- I don't know you. But I do know that when I get out of here, I'm comin' for you first." I said, a warning in my voice. She sighed loudly, glaring at me slightly. I blinked, wanting to check on the flock.
Max was staring frustrated-ly at Iggy and Gazzy. They'd set off a bomb close to where Angel and Nudge were playing. Fang walked up behind her, looking down. Blood trickled down his face.
"You guys just have to be careful when you're testing bombs! What if Nudge hadn't pulled Angel behind the tree? They would be injured, or dead!! How would you feel if that happened?!" Max exclaimed, distressed.
"uh…Max?" Gazzy pointed to Fang, whose head was still down. Max turned around sharply, smacking her nose into a solid shoulder. Blood sprouted from her nose and lip easily.
"Ouch…" She muttered, wiping it away. Fang looked up, his eyes worried. He had four claw marks across his left cheek. The cave they were standing in seemed darker to Max as she figured out what had happened.
"Sorry." Fang muttered. Max waved it off, wrinkling her nose.
"What happened?" she demanded. Fang shrugged, letting her read his eyes for a second.
"We have to leave," he said without meeting her eyes.
"You're right," she said as she turned to the flock. "Okay, guys, let's pack it up. Apparently the woods are infested with…predators." She grimaced. 'I make it sound like we're prey- animals.' She thought. Angel looked up at her sweetly.
"It's okay, Max. We know we're mostly human." Max winced as the six year old said 'mostly'. She bent down and kissed her curls.
"Good, and if anyone tells you any different, punch 'em out." she advised. Angel threw her arms around Max's neck and hugged her. "Okay, Max!" She gave her a sweet, six year olds sticky kiss on the cheek.
Max stood up, turning to Fang. She glowered at him as he looked away, not meeting her brown eyes.
"What were you thinking, Fang? You're so….let's just get those cleaned." She sighed reaching into her bag for the first aid. She grabbed the antiseptic and drenched a cotton ball in it. She dabbed his face harshly, not caring when he cringed. "You shouldn't be playing with bears then." Max snapped. Fang winced, recoiling from the hostile words.
"Hey, I was just trying to-"
"Shut up. Just be happy it didn't do worse. I should finish what it started." She growled. Fangs face went blank as he sat, waiting for Max to finish putting bandages on his face.
When she finished they all took off into the air, flying as peaceful as angels. Max watched everyone carefully, as though she was scared one of them would leave. Of course, she had a good reason to. It was only two or three days ago that they reunited after Fang and the boys split from Max and the girls. And Total and…Ari.
"Stormy? Stormy!!" A distant voice tore the picture apart.
"What?" I hissed. The woman who claimed to be my sister was gone, replaced by a whitecoat.
"What are you doing?" She snapped. I rolled my eyes.
"I was watching the flock, in case they got attacked! Gawds!!" I sighed, pulling at my restraints. The whitecoat put her hands on my face, trying to calm me down.
"Sweetie, there is no flock. Don't you understand?? They're in your imagination." She said. I jerked my head right quickly, then bit down on her fingers. I drew blood, making her squeal. As the door slammed, I heard her yelling something about an antitoxin. How's that for a bite? I guess I have poisonous teeth, too. What a cool power.
"Max? We're being watched." Angel said, looking at her leader.
"What-"
"Flyboys, ten o'clock!" Iggy yelled from the back.
"Can we out run 'em?" Max asked Fang. He shook his head, then gestured to the river placed conveniently below them. "I like the way you think." Fang grinned.
"Guys, get to the water, and don't let the bags get wet. Drop them on the bank." Everyone nodded, understanding what the water would do to the robotic hellions. Max did a nose dive, slowing only slightly to drop her bag on the bank, then dived right into the water. It was more of a lake than a river. Five splashes followed her, then she looked up to see the Flyboys in a dive, unable to think of the sever consequences of swimming.
"Out of the water." Max said, just before the Flyboys got close to the water. The entire flock swam to the bank, climbing to their bags.
"Good idea." She congratulated, touching her wing to his lightly. Fangs face glowed with slight pride. "Don't get too proud, or I'll have to fix that." She laughed.
I sighed and lay my head on the crinkly pillow on my bed. The flock was going to come save me someday, I know it. They wouldn't let me stay here, in the place that tortured them, would they? I mean…I've always warned them when some one was coming, or at least most of the time (mostly with Iggy and telling him to look around and Angel, telling her to warn Max). They will come. I know Max is a good person; she can't help but save people. I just can't stand having to wait in here, with all of these whitecoats.
When I woke up there was a large tray of food in my face. I didn't want it, though, I knew I was getting dangerously skinny. A whitecoat smiled, then took a bite of eggs. She didn't fall over or turn colors, so I guessed I could eat it. And I fell on that plate of food like I'd never seen food in my thirteen years of life.
"Stormy, you're going to have an operation today." The whitecoat said. I felt my head get heavy, my eyelids droop. I fought the medicine as long as I could, but nothing worked. Finally I drifted into peaceful, clear darkness.
I awoke to something tugging at my back. I moaned, trying to reach back and bat away whatever it was, until I realized what the whitecoats were doing. They were sewing my wings into my back, a process that leaves me in pain for days. I knew I had restraints on my arms and legs, but I still thrashed and screamed loudly.
"Shut her up!! She's upsetting the other hybrids!" A woman's voice. As I drifted to sleep again, I knew I would remember what she'd said.
