The Not So Final End
Reminiscence
Max's POV (Flashback)
It was around 8:00 pm, January 2018, and I was flying through the night with the original flock. Zephyr Ride (The Gasman (then sixteen) had the privilege of naming my two year-old son. I have no idea what came over me, but the name stuck) and Alexis Butterfly were both asleep.
I remember when she was born, Iggy and Nudge (the parents) both wanted Alex to have a last name, but they disagreed on what the name should be. Iggy stood behind the name "Pyro" (what was he thinking?) while Nudge thought the name should be "Butterfly" (honestly, not much better). They were having one of those silly couple fights and Nudge finally suggested that the baby choose her name.
That settled it for a while, but both made sure to call her by the name they wanted. After about six months, somewhat early, while Nudge was kissing Alexis goodnight, she said "Buberfly" (I think Alex was kind of annoyed by both her parents and just picked one). For two weeks, Nudge danced around singing, somewhat immaturely for a 21 year-old mother, "She picked my name! She picked my name!"
Anyway, we were flying through the woods near the E-house (we added new, indescribable defenses) when out of nowhere, we were attacked by Itex robots.
"Run! Get out of here!" I screamed.
We took out between 50 and 80, but they had us bagged in 30 seconds.
Discreetly, I looked towards the house. None of the robots seemed to know it was there, which was good, but I couldn't be sure. There were too many: I couldn't see the ones on the outside.
Then they pulled a hood over my face. I smelled something sickly sweet and fell asleep in seconds.
Well, what do you think? Please review. This is my first story, so don't flame me. It gets kind of dark around chapter 2, just push through it and it gets much happier.