A year and some months. That's how long this song has been on hiatus. And finally, the chapter you've all been waiting for (maybe, dunno) So, Enjoy :D
Lullabies:
Chapter 2:
Mockingbird
I woke up to cold air. I shivered lightly, attempting to remember. My breath was visible in the dark room, almost as if light shined on it for its existence.
Iggy was silent but breathing slower than usual. Angel wasn't awake, Gazzy wasn't here otherwise I would have recognized his scent, or even his movements. Nudge was missing too, and Max… Where was Max? Damnit! If they hurt her!
I gritted my teeth, I couldn't hear her. Not the common rustles of her wings, her breathing was absent, her voice –gone –
"Hush little baby don't say a word, Momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mockingbird don't sing. Momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring." My eyes widened at her childish voice filled with laughter. That was her voice when she was seven, they were still trapped in the School then… "Did I get it right?" She giggled in her question. I heard Jeb laugh.
"Perfectly." I frowned at that. Perfection was overrated. "You've got to know your lullabies if you're going to be a mother you know."
"A mother?" Curiosity was in her voice. "Can I actually become a mother?"
"Yes." Jeb's voice was gentle. "I'm planning on getting you out after all and you can grow up to be a strong mother."
"And I'll sing lullabies! Especially my sunshine song!" I heard her humming her lullaby.
Do you want to be a mother, Max? I wondered.
And my song repeated.
Mockingbirds are horrible monsters, I glared. "I hate mockingbirds." I muttered as I heard Max giggle again.
"Now why would you hate such an innocent animal?" Jeb had appeared in front of me out of nowhere.
"Because they're annoying brats, tedious really." I snapped at Jeb. Jeb chuckled, what I wouldn't give to give him a punch to the face. "Where's Max?" I demanded.
"I don't know." He mused. "But I think your question is, where isn't she."
"Well?" I grounded out.
"She isn't here, I know that much." I fell silent in relief. "You have always been one of the most interesting experiments I've had to deal with, you know that? You have the most interesting power but you don't know what it is because it's the last thing you want. Gazzy is part mockingbird, you know that." I stiffened at the mention of that bird. "But it is you who sings the loudest." I could sense him smiling.
"I don't sing." I replied through a clenched jaw. "I'm not a mockingbird, check my wings, they're anything but." Jeb laughed full heartedly, it echoed through the room. Iggy and Angel woke up at the sound.
"Fang, you are the ultimate mockingbird. Your powers are so subtle, that's what makes you the most interesting experiment."
"Yeah, and you're as subtle as a flying mallet." I rolled my eyes.
"You've been watching too many cartoons again." Jeb scolded playfully. "Read more often," his voice became serious, "it'll help you in the long run." Silence passed between us and Angel shifted. "Think of a mockingbird, Fang. Innocent, pure, fascinating, and -what was that word you used? Oh yes – annoying." Jeb began tapping on the crate roof. "Think of all those things, are these you?"
"Never." I replied through gritted teeth.
"Liar." Jeb leaned down with a smile. His face was cold even though the crinkles in his eyes showed his happiness. He's a good actor. "Do you not notice it? The way your blood boils?" I clenched my jaw more. "The way it boils when someone uses a power around you. Your body craves to copy because that's what it can do. You're almost like Rouge from X-Men, the girl who takes others powers, only you don't take them. You copy them like a true mockingbird. When you mock their powers it becomes engraved in your skin, your blood. You know this, I know you've felt it. When your blood boiled so hot that you couldn't see straight, you were copying an experiment's ability to control emotions. Later on, you would copy Angel's ability to read minds but you never used it, it frightened you. A fascinating creature you are, Fang. The one who can mock and play faces. The ultimate mockingbird."
I glared at Jeb, wanting to punch his face in. This man was just as annoying as a mockingbird.
I leaned back in my crate, frowning. At least Max was safe. Iggy and Angel were nearby but Nudge and Gazzy weren't. I trust they'll be okay. I glanced at Jeb for a moment, stating clear I wanted to be left alone in my thoughts.
A mockingbird? Jeb's footsteps faded. Now that I thought of it, it made sense. The voices in the back of my mind that I determined to be the Flock's. I've attempted to keep their voices at bay but it's never worked. I guess that would make me an ultimate weapon then. Mocking a person's powers, their ability to survive. I could one up everyone, defeat them if I relied on my powers -if they truly were like a mockingbirds- and I could be the lone survivor who could live forever with powers unimaginable.
But I don't want that.
I want to be Fang. Not the mockingbird-kid. Fang is normal, sharp, and strong. Fang doesn't need powers nor will he ever.
Jeb will be pissed. I thought with a vague smile. He'll be so mad that I don't want these so called 'mockingbird powers'. But you know, that's his problem.
The song repeated for the billionth time.
My jaw tightened out of habit. Mockingbirds are annoying and have always been on my 'things to hate' list but I've never really known why. I suppose I do now. I feel bad for them. They lack their own identity, what makes them, well, them. Yes, they're called mockingbirds. But they mock, they copy, like the latest fashion trend, and they become something they were never supposed to be.
sorry I totally didn't stick by the last chapter's preview T.T... So what'cha think? eternal love for those who review!
Preview:
Chapter 3:
Natsuhiboshi
(Nudge POV) now that's something I don't do everyday.
"Natsuhiboshi naze Akai," I whispered the tune in an attempt of comfort. Jeb had told me it was a Japanese lullaby, it was comforting and sad. I trembled in the cold room, this was no place to be talking, sharp instruments all around, ready to slice me open.
Gazzy was here. His feathers were all over the place and he looked so pale. His moans troubled me, did they kind of open him up and fiddle with his insides? Or what? Clipped his wings? That would be horrible!
Adieu
Nightwing