I decided that I needed both a first and a last name, so I will be using a combination of names from the lists sent to me. By the way, the deadline was just a random date. I don't care about deadlines, not really, but I set one up to make sure I wouldn't have to wait until November to post a second chapter. The main character's name is now officially Ava Carson Gossamer. Many thanks to my amazing reviewers!!! Losttale and Saphira10, send me a description of your character. They must be around the age range of the flock, and they can be any kinds of mutants at all; I would suggest something original instead of the wings(maybe being like a chameleon, able to change skin color, or super fast). You will be other experiments that join up with Ava later in the story. Feel free to give me plot ideas, and thanks for the name suggestions!
Max's face was suddenly contorted into a mask of sorrowful horror. She swooped away from me at full speed, streaking away, and before long she had vanished somewhere in the clouds. Wow. I knew they all had talents, but the girl could really fly fast.
I snuck a glance at Fang. Had he heard? I had read their files; I knew practically every word they had ever said. How would he react if he had heard us? He stared passively ahead, unfazed, so I assumed he hadn't. But with a glance at Angel, I knew I had caused chaos. She looked at me like I was dirt. Couldn't she read minds? So, how had she not known? Perhaps I hadn't been thinking about it when I had introduced myself.
Angel glided over to Nudge and Gazzy and they both looked at me with wide eyes. Yeah, shoot the messenger.
"Guys...?" Oh, God. Like gossip, almost, they were spreading the news. Fang would know. Now it would be more like 'pound the messenger into the dirt and leave her bleeding and dying in a flock circle-beating free-for-all'. Shoot was a real understatement when Fang met my gaze and Iggy uncannily looked my way. Fang drew his fingers across his throat. Like, one of those, I'm gonna kill you now gestures. I looked away quickly.
Yeah, here's a bad way to start my day. Broken ankle, six deadly new enemies, evil wolf-men on my tail, possibly out to kill me.
Okay, what the heck? I don't have a name, social security number, or even a legal identity. I need something to build on. I'm in trouble- meaning, subject 001 is in trouble. I need a name... I also need to think.
Without thinking, I fold my wings and drop into the clouds below. It is almost better than flying; freefalling is more exciting, a rush of energy. I thought of all the names I had heard of, some that just sounded beautiful in my mind. Ava Carson Gossamer. Nudge would get a kick out of that if she ever forgave me for telling them about Ari. I had thought the school must have revived him to threaten and unhinge the flock; to say, we can do anything and we know how you feel about it. The problem was, it had already worked and they hadn't even seen him. Because of me. Maybe this wasn't such a brilliant idea after all.
And yet. Maybe I could blackmail them into letting me join the flock. But that would be low, even for a mutant torture lab escapee.
But I HAD to join the flock. It was my only hope of survival, and I wanted companions. I depended on others, unknowing about most of the world.
Ava Carson Gossamer was going to be a part of the flock. Or poor little mutant Ava Carson Gossamer was going to die, alone, at the hands of the erasers.
Well, I learned something: sentences like that certainly put things into perspective.