Ella's Escape
All the positive reviews and Story Alert notices made me want to write more! (When I first typed that sentence I accidentally said "made me want to Ride more". Ha ha ha)
This chapter is in ELLA'S point of view.
DiScLaImEr: - Read it, you dummy.
Chapter 2
I gasped awake, drenched in sweat and panting. I looked up, and saw Dylan standing above me with a bucket. Okay, so maybe it wasn't sweat.
"What do you want?" I grumbled.
"I bring news," said Dylan, all dramatic-like.
"It's the middle of the night, smart one," I said. "Go away."
Dylan smirked. "Alright, then. I just thought you'd want to know that Angel is dead."
I stared at him, horror-struck. "You killed her?" I whispered.
"Of course not," scoffed Dylan. "That would be much too obvious. The little demon got herself killed."
I stared at the floor. Maybe…. Maybe if I had stayed with them, Angel wouldn't be dead. No. I wouldn't have been with them anyways if I had decided not to come back.
When I had arrived at the Gen 77 "Institute", they did something. Drugged me maybe, I don't know. But I couldn't remember anything. I couldn't remember where I was, our what I was doing, or who I was.
By the time I remembered, they had grafted wings onto me. They looked incredible, I have to admit. And apparently, according to my dream, they were the same as Iggy's.
What I hadn't understood about the dream was why I was looking through Max's eyes. I knew that hadn't happened, so I must have been looking at the future. Or it was just a dream. But I had a feeling it wasn't.
"Your sister's flock is headed south. 'Migration', is what Iggy called it," Dylan said.
I stared at him. "Go away!" I knew my voice was shaking.
"Alright, alright," he said, opening the door. "If you ever want more News, just call."
It took me a moment to register that Smart One over here was holding the door opened. This was my chance. And I took it.
I shoved Dylan out of the way. He yelled, and tried to grab my shoulder, but I took off into the air. The hallway was pretty small, so it was hard, but I kept going. I could see the Exit. I was going to get there.
I leaned my right side downward so that nobody could get my left shoulder. They scientists who had made the Gen 77 kids had made a small weak spot on each one, so they would be easier to control. Ha. Not me.
I pushed out the door, and began to fly away into the desert. I had never flown before. I really sucked at it, but I was fast enough to get away from the "Institution". I looked back over my shoulder. It got smaller by the minute.
And that's when I knew I had to find the flock. I had to warn them. I had to find Fang, and warn him too. And I had to find Max, to show my sister that I could fly, too.