I don't own Maximum Ride. But, damn, do I wish I had wings.
I can't fly. I mean, really, how ironic was that? A mutant bird-girl, with wings, that can't fly. Yeah, I pretty much hit the irony jack-pot. I used to though; it was the greatest feeling in the world. Stupid whitecoats and their stupid need to try and kill me, I mean honestly, it got old fast. Thank God it was over. (Not that I believe in God… like, at all.)
I rolled out of bed and took in the smell of breakfast while I stretched out my wing muscles carefully. Umm, food. I wear sweats to bed so it was all a manner of pulling my shirt down -it has a tendency to ride up while I sleep because I'm the only one that could take Nudge on in the moving-while-sleeping department. Rubbing my eyes tiredly I tried to push my nightmare from my mind because I would not allow myself to sulk about the fact that I still can't fly. Well, not at least until later, when no one is around to see me do it.
This was pretty much routine for me. After Leader and I found Max and the Flock -or more accurately, Max and the Flock found us- and some paranoia issues -mostly on Max's part, though I did contribute- this was my norm. No running, no fighting for my life, just sleeping in and eating the correct amount of food each day. It was like heaven, only better. Except for the fact that I couldn't fly, that's a big downer.
"Hey, Odd." the Gasman greeted from the kitchen table a giant smile plastered on his little twelve year old face. Yeah, that's my name, it's weird I know but I was four-ish when I picked it out. I rumpled his short, blond hair and slipped into the seat next to him.
"Morning, Odd." Iggy tossed out over his shoulder as he scrambled eggs. It amazed me, the things he could do, even though he was blind -even though he was broken, like me.
Max walked in looking alert, like she always did when she was tense. Fang followed her in, as always.
"Morning guys." she mumbled, Fang just nodded.
"Hey!" I cried as I crossed my arms over my chest and pretended to be offended. The Gasman laughed, tossing his head back.
"Wait," Iggy teased turning to look in my general direction. "You're a girl?" fake disbelief colored his tone.
"Oh, shut up Ig." I glared at him, not that he knew that.
"Why should Ig shut up?" Nudge asked as she walked in the small kitchen and plopped down next to me, Angel was next to her with Total in her arms.
"Hey, sweetie." Max patted Angel's head and hunkered down in her own seat, Fang following her lead. Sometimes I swear they were the cutest couple ever, even if Max tried to deny all the feelings she had for him. Angel, hearing my thoughts -like the sneaky little mind reader she is- smiled at me. Naturally I smiled back; Angel tends to have that effect on people. Kinda like someone else I knew.
Leader was the last to come into the kitchen, sulking and glaring at me.
I gave him a what-did-I-do look.
"Thanks for not waking me up." He muttered.
"You're welcome." came my reply. That's me, always polite. (Please note the sarcasm.)
"Who wants breakfast?" Iggy asked placing a huge plate of eggs in front of us. (Still don't know how he does stuff like that.)
Because we're all mutant bird-kids who need a ridiculous amount of calories a day we all cried "I do." before digging in. 'Cause that's just what we do. When you've gone three days eating only a Kit-Kat bar and half a bottle of water -both stolen- you'll understand. I had let Leader have the extra candy bar because he had been younger and I had been the leader -pre Max-, but still, it stuff like that that makes you never take having food for granted. I think the same went for the Flock.
I loved this feeling, this togetherness. After all, us bird-kids need to stick together.
(A/N:Please tell me what you think.)