Circus Acts

Chapter 2

I woke up. I didn't wanna open my eyes because I know what I'd see: Erasers. Hundreds of them would be waiting for me. I'd be back at the Institute, they didn't treat us X's horrible, but they didn't treat us kindly either. The Erasers had a problem with every single one of us, though, no matter what we did.

Anyways, I woke up. I finally managed to crack open my eye a bit, just one, and look around. All I saw were a few trees everywhere, one with a mark of my face in it.

Oh, so that's where I landed.

I opened the other eye, hoping that no Erasers would pounce on me, and my hopes were answered. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and took a good look around. I was still alive, that's good, but where was I?

I spread my wings, hoping to be able to get into the air and take a better look at where I was, but my wings were not listening. Great, my wings hate me now. That's another on the list of things that hate me.

List of Things that Hate Me:

1.) Erasers

2.) My wings

I walked around a bit, trying to figure out where I was, but to no avail. All I heard were birds chirping and a bit of running water.

Wait, heyyo. Water.

I rushed to the source of the water, tripping over a few stray roots on the way. Great, another thing that hates me. Roots.

3.) Tree roots

Back to the point, running towards the water. Got it.

I stepped around a few rocks, not wanting to spread my wings and go over, and made it to a clearing with a beach. The rocks formed a nice little area around the beach, it was very pretty.

I rushed to the water, jumping in. I didn't care if I had my clothes on, I loved the water. It was just so… calming, relaxing. I felt at ease. I flipped over onto my back and tried to use my wings to push me, but I had forgotten how they hate me.

Yeah, time for plan B.

I started pushing my arms through the water, stroking backwards. I smiled and closed my eyes, hoping that this day would stay like this forever.

Hi! a voice popped up in my head.

I screamed. Yes, I can scream.

WHO ARE YOU AND HOW ARE YOU IN MY THOUGHTS? I thought, still screaming.

I'm Angel! You're in one of the Flock's hiding places so I am thinking to you so the rest of the Flock don't find you and hurt you. Mostly Fang, if anything or anyone tries to hurt Max... I could almost hear her giggling.

Excuse my language, but WHAT THE FUCK? I almost choked on the seawater.

Oop! You better run! We're almost there! I stopped hearing her brain interference.

WAIT! WAIT! WHAT'S GOING ON? I swam to shore, spreading my wings to prepare for take off. Oh, yeah. That's right. Broken wings.

Wait, you have wings, too? I have wings! I heard her again. Great, my intruder again.

I am not an intruder! I am Angel, and I am part of the Flock. She sounded so cute, but so evil in a way. Then why are you intruding my thoughts? Who is Fang? Who is Max? What is the Flock?

You'll meet us in a second! We're here!

What? What's going o- OW! I snapped out of my thoughts and woke up to my arms being pinned behind my back, crushing my wings. Shit.

"Ow... ow... ow... OW... OW! OW! OW! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!" I looked back, a boy about my age was pinning my arms back. He had a black outfit on and his wings were outstretched, they were black. He had dark brown hair with a huge chunk of what looked to be bangs covering his face. He looked pretty emo, but hot. He pushed me along in silence to the rest of a group of people. A little six year old ran up to me.

"Hi X-7!" she giggled, clutching a bear in an angel costume, "this is Celeste!" she held the bear up to me.

"Uh, how did you know my name-OW!" I glared at my captor, "STOP DOING THAT!" he was pushing my arms in closer to my wings, I bet he was doing it on purpose.

Oh, that's Fang. He's really nice once you get to know him.

Yeah, wonderful person, really. I bet in a minute he'll be baking cookies for us all and saying how much he loves butterflies. I rolled my eyes.

The rest of the people on the beach were sitting in silence, except for the one with tan skin and brown hair. She talked non-stop. I could see her mouth moving like a motor, I could only catch something about cats and geckos. There was a blonde girl with pink streaks in her hair staring at me, she wouldn't take her eyes off me; even when she shushed Miss Motor Mouth. Triple M then looked at a boy with strawberry blonde hair with black tips. His eyes wouldn't focus on anything, but he was easily cooking a fish on a small fire. He was blind, I noted.

Oh, and how do you know my name?

"I just read your thoughts!" Angel giggled at me. I rolled my eyes yet again. I finally noticed a little boy standing behind Angel- I think it was Angel at least- he looked very similar to her, they could be related, but he was older than her and he was obviously a boy. He held her arm tightly.

"Angel, come on, let Fang and Max take care of kitty over here." the boy spoke up. Angel shook her head. Oh, yeah. Did I mention how I have cat ears and a cat tail?

"No, you didn't." Angel spoke up again.

"Why do you keep reading my mi- OW YOU FREAKING LOSER!" I glared at the Fang again.

"Angel, Gazzy, go with Nudge and Iggy." the blonde girl there stood up. Angel walked away, followed by whom I thought was Gazzy.

"Could you loosen your grip? My wings are being cruUUUUUSHED! DEAR GOD SAVE ME!" I almost jumped in the air, he pushed my arms into my wings harder. I whacked him with my tail. He pushed my arms in. I stood still, defeated.

PLEASE TELL HIM TO STOP DOING THAT! I mentally plead.

"Fang, she wants me to tell you to stop doing that." Angel called out. I mouthed 'Thank you' before he let go, quickly exchanging for my tail.

"Are you working for the Institute?" the girl asked as soon as we were out of ear's reach, which, for a mutant, was very far.

I paused, what could I say? I was trapped at the Institute, yeah, but I wouldn't wanna unravel all the little details, "no."

"Why are you covered in blood?" the million dollar question. Great.

"Big battle. Why do you care?" I snapped.

Now emo boy spoke up, "Because we saw you crashing into a tree."

My breath got caught in my throat, were they watching me? They better not have been...

"Who are you?" now the girl spoke up. I couldn't tell them, they would get suspicious.

Or would they?