"So, you're saying that you escaped the School and flew while carrying your boyfriend here to find us and ask for help?" Max said, still looking suspicious of me.
"He's not my boyfriend." I said, but blushed anyway. "And yes, I did." I sat, across the cave from the Flock, cross-legged with Blake's head resting in my lap.
"What are your names?" Nudge said, though I could tell she was nearly exploding with other questions, held back by caution.
"I'm Lark, and Blake." I looked down at him and started twirling his slightly overlong and messy black hair.
"What's up with your eye?" Angel said in her sweet voice, toying with her bear's little white wings. She seemed completely comfortable with me, it was weird.
"I can see what's on a computer screen like I'm seeing you now." I held up my arm and the two blades slid out of the top and bottom of my wrist, everyone tensed. "See this? I just jam it into any computer in the right spot, and I can see any files I want without being detected. It's kinda like a USB drive." I almost grinned. I drew the blades back into my arm. Max looked at Nudge, who was practically bouncing in place trying to hold in her questions. Max nodded at her, smiling slightly.
"How old are you? Are the Flyboys after you too? Don't you think Blake looks kind of like Fang? Does Blake like black as much as Fang? I like your hair, did you dye it? How did you escape from the School? Do you have any other special powers like us?" Fang shot Nudge a warning glance at the mention of his name.
"Ok, one, I'm sixteen and Blake is almost seventeen. Two, aren't the Flyboys after everyone? Three, yeah, kind of, but not in a disturbing twin-like way. Four, Blake never really had a chance to pick out a favorite color… it's way too demented in that place. Five, the red highlights are the side effect of an experiment, and they won't go away, the brownish is natural. Five, we were supposed to be on a mission to kill all of you, but once they found out we weren't going to, the tried to hunt us down. Six, not that I know of."
"How did you know anything about us?" The Gasman said, his blue eyes staring cautiously at me.
"Why do you need our help? And why can't you just rewire Blake or something?" Max said, her eyes narrowing.
"Seven, I knew about all of you because you're practically legend back at the school. Eight, Blake's main hard drive is all busted up, I'd need a few days to repair it and I'm always on the move. Nine, I need your help because I'm not sure I can survive for much longer in my, um, condition…" I paused, looking back down at Blake's still face. Then I looked up at the Flock again and took a deep breath. "I think I might be carrying his kid."