lol you guys are getting so annoyed with all these maximum fanfics
but this one covers something utterly different, with no max and no flock
but it bases off of the same timeline
My bare feet hit the cold wood floor as I walked down the stairs.
Hitting the tile, I yawned and walked around the corner into the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes and blinked several times.
"You finally decide to wake up." He mumbled, walking from pan to pan all over the kitchen.
"Morning to you too." I mumbled, sitting down in the metallic stool. "Where's Pigeon?"
"In the attic."
I didn't reply and I stood up once more, opening the fridge and grabbing the small jug of orange juice. I frowned as I stared at the iota left at the bottom of the jug.
"We need orange juice." I said, placing it back in the fridge.
"We need food in general."
I frowned deeper and looked at the nearly empty fridge. I closed the door.
"I'm going with Pigeon to grab water." I said.
"Alright, don't get killed."
"Noted."
I walked upstairs, thumping his shoulder with my fist as I passed him.
Sometimes he can be such a pain in the neck. But he's cool I guess.
"And Navy?"
"Hm?"
"We're leaving tonight."
"Alrighty."
I walked up the stairs and into the guest room. Walking across the floral room, I peeled back the wallpaper and pulled the hanging notch.
Giving it a tug, it opened quickly and I stood on my tip toes to climb in, closing the attic door behind me.
"Password." A young voice came through the darkness.
"Uhm.. Cucumber, right?"
"No, that was yesterdays!" He said with a laugh.
"What was it? Uh.."
"It starts with a 'p'.."
"Pickle! Or pickles. I think pickle!" I exclaimed, punching the air.
"Correct!"
Pigeon tugged the chain above him to reveal his little hideout. He was sitting on his old toddler chair with a tea set. Behind him was a Minnie Mouse mini kitchen, and beside that was an old, dusty, camouflaged tent. It was made for hunting, but now it's where he sleeps.
"It's hot up here.." I muttered.
"That's what you say every time." Pigeon said. He poured an imaginary cup of tea and placed it on front of a Minnie Mouse tiny chair. "Sit, Navy."
"But Pidge, we've go-"
"Sit, Naves!"
I groaned and sat in the faded pink chair, staring at his light gray eyes and light brown unbrushed hair. He was dressed and ready, and was tapping his feet.
"One lump or two?" He asked, holding up a deep blue, empty, plastic container.
"I'll take three. And we need to talk." I said, leaning forward.
"I know what you're going to say." He replied calmly, making three plopping sounds.
"Don't go all 'future-teller know-it-all' on me Pidge." I groaned.
"Flick's all worked up 'cause of his anxiety." Pigeon said all-knowingly. "We're leaving tonight, aren't we."
I sighed and nodded slowly. Pigeon suddenly pounded the table, making plastic forks and spoons fall off the table. I jumped.
"We always leave, Navy! Why can't we stay? I want to stay!" He said angrily.
"Because they need us." I said, closing my eyes.
He asks this. He asks this every time..
I took deep breaths before I lose my patience, and my dignity.
"But why? Why are they doing this? We're useless!"
"Yeah, well they apparently peeled the 'useless' label off of us." I said. "We're being taken, hunted, and kidnapped. Weather you like it or not."
He frowned and jumped out of his seat. He shook his head and his little foxy ears became unfurled, and his tail following.
"For this? This is what they want?" He asked. Slowly his eyes became slits like a real fox, which still made me shudder to this day.
"More than that." I replied.
I followed with my tail and wolf ears, that are a bit bigger than his. I stared, knowing my pupils were becoming smaller too. I can feel it.
"They want us." I said, holding out my hand. "Now let's go get water."
He took my hand and we climbed out the small attic window. Once on the dewy shingles, we walked down and leapt off before hitting the rusted gutters.
We ran into the woods.
"So when there's moss." I said, running as fast as I could, Pigeon trailing behind me. "There's water."
Since we were all part wolf and fox, Flick being wolf, we could reach speeds of one hundred fifty miles per hour. The fastest was close to two hundred for Flick.
"And where there's water there's survival." Pigeon replied, bemused.
"Thanks for that captain obvious." I replied, rolling my eyes playfully. "How's your ears?"
"Sore." He replied glumly. I yelped and steered right, almost hitting an overgrown pine.
Pigeon laughed, and I growled playfully.
"Nave!"
I screeched to a stop, my breaths coming out in short huffs.
"Wha-"
Pigeon covered my mouth and pointed to my right. In front of me was a beautiful white tailed buck, munching on some overgrown grass. It's antlers had grown long and big, and the buck had a muscly build. I smiled.
I looked at Pidge and he looked back. I cocked my head towards the deer.
He shook his head several times, so I took his hand and led him up to the furry creature slowly.
We took one step, two steps, three...
Slowly we started to become closer to the majestic beast. It slowly turned his head and stared at us.
Pigeon whimpered, and I shushed him. I led his hand up to the deer's furry chest.
His hand was on it, and I let go of his wrist. He made tiny circular motions, and he looked up at me and smiled broadly. I smiled back.
"Come on." I whispered, barely audible.
I grabbed his hand and we slowly walked away from the deer. Pigeon, accidentally snapping a twig, sent the deer bounding off. I watched it until we couldn't see it behind the brush.
"That was amazing." He muttered as we broke into a run once more.
I nodded, still smiling.
"Alright, there's some wet moss." I said, pointing at the green substance as we flew by, making leaves fly behind us.
[LINE BREAK]
"Flick!" I yelled, placing the two jugs of water on the marble countertops.
"Yeah?"
"When are we leaving?"
"Whenever you're ready."
I ran upstairs and placed on my military jacked and jeans, placing all my belongings into my dark green backpack.
My flip phone, duct tape, pain medications. I placed them all in my bag. But the one thing that I always triple check is my box.
It looked like a music box, but smaller and had the name 'Rae' carved in beautiful curly letters on the top. We all had one, Flick had 'Kent', and Pigeon had 'Conner'.
There was a little keyhole in the center that was rusted and old, but we never found the key.
Walking down the stairs, with one last sad look at my bedroom, I sat down on the couch.
Pigeon was on the rocking chair, his LEGO backpack on the floor beside him.
Of the three of us, Pigeon was tested the most. He had so much DNA in him from different animals and states, I'm surprised he's still breathing.
But the DNA gave him effects the others can't explain. Like future-seeing, phasing, invisibility, and sometimes x-ray vision. Pretty cool, but I'm pretty sure there's cooler names for that.
But even if they want him the most, I always volunteer before Flick does anything rational.
Flick's our leader, yes, and he cares for us. So when I give myself up for them, it leaves him in a bad mood.
But even so, Flick's got number two on the "Most Experimented On" list. He has the 2% Wolf in him like me, and how Pigeon has 2% Red Fox. But he has the ability to control the weather, and sometimes control fire if he has extreme emotions.
None of them could understand how he does this, that's why he's one of the more powerful.
Me? Welp I'm at the bottom of the list "sadly". I was left with shadow-shifting, as we like to call it. I can morph into the shadows, and do things you couldn't imagine with those dark spots in your room. And I have enhanced detective skills, I guess you could call it.
The opening of the door made me startle out of my daydreaming to turn and see our genetic father.
About 6"2. Blonde hair, gray streaks. Not a happy mix. Looks about 52, acts like the devil sent from hell. Normally wears a suit and a smug look.
Hey, what did I tell you? Detective madness, over here.
"Ah hello CN-7764." The man, Lucas, said. He patted Pigeons head and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from growling. So much so I tasted blood.
"Oh and KN-1637." Lucas continued, walking in front of Flick. I put a bemused look on my face as he came up to me.
"And RE-1479, a pleasure as always."
"Suck it."
He continued to smile in the smug look I want to punch, and he straightened up and walked over to the door.
"Well, CN-7764's turn this week." Lucas said, opening the door for Pigeon. I frowned and stood up.
"Navy.." Flick warned. I didn't look back, and I didn't look at Lucas.
My backpack on my shoulders, I turned and stared at Lucas straight in the eye.
"I'm ready."
He smiled wider and turned to Flick and Pigeon.
"You better give your friend some luck." He said mockingly. "This week is going to be busy for her."
He placed his hand firmly behind my neck, making goosebumps appear all over my body. He steered me out the door, and into his slick black car.
Opening the door for me, I climbed in and sat in the car.
I could've run. I could've ran back into the house, grabbed the log axe for the firewood, and killed the man.
But I didn't.
That's the part that tortures me.
I'm selfless.
I'm weak.
But I'm ready.