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Sooooo…..with out further a due….Chapter 2!
Shadow POV
Keeping a steady pace we were able to get to Colorado, and to my parent's house, my old home, in about two hours.
Landing in the back yard, the others looked around curiously, having never been here before, while I ran over and opened the back sliding door, and slowly and carefully stepped inside.
The basement looked normal, nothing was out of place, the sofas were still up against the wall, the TV across the room with a coffee table in the middle, and the pool table was still right in front of the sliding door.
"Cool, you have a pool table?" I nodded at Zack's stupid question.
Silently padding across the carpeted floor to the door that led to the hallway leading to my room, the work room and the stare case, I opened the door and went up the stairs.
Walking up stairs I went to the den, where I called "Mom? Dad?"
To my shock lying on the floor, all seemingly unconscious, was the Flock. Quickly moving to my parents I knelt down and checked their pulse, and sighed in relief when I felt steady pulses. I heard gasps from behind me from my flock and heard them shuffling around, checking pulses and trying to wake the original Flock.
"They're all asleep," Jenna said softly, kneeling next to me and placing a hand on my back.
Gently shacking Dad I said quietly, "Dad, wake up." He didn't even stir, which was strange, usually he would wake at the slightest touch.
"They won't wake,"
Our heads whipped up, at the sound of a rather arrogant sounding voice. Standing in the doorway was a teen; he looked about my age and had rather short brown hair, and blue-gray eyes. He was tall, almost as tall a me, if I were standing upright, and peaking over the edge of his shoulders were two light gray wings.
"What do you mean?" I demanded, glaring at him, gently laying Dad down and standing.
"Exactly what I said," the teen said. "And by the way, I'm Trent."
Trent POV
"Are you sure that they are going to hit here next?" Phoenix asked me, her red hair glowing in the fire light, highlighting the blues and oranges floating around in the hair, looking like fire it's self. She used her power to play with the fire, heating it so it was blue, then cooling it so it shrunk and nearly died out.
I nodded and pulled the wind to dance in the palm of my hand creating a mini-tornado. I pulled my wings out slightly to warm them, and said, "They should hit tomorrow. And if the rumors are right the other group should get here soon after."
Phoenix nodded and stared into the fire, her wonder clear on her face and in her ice blue eyes.
*Time jump*
Crouching on a ledge opposite to the house of The Flock, the hero's at the school.
Looking up I heard the sound of helicopters, shrinking deeper into the bush and next to Phoenix.
"Here we go," I muttered quietly as the copter landed and about twenty Erasers, and three people jump out.
The quietly went to the house, and with a rather loud crash burst tough the door into the house.
The fight didn't last long, about twenty minuets, before the group walked out. All of the erasers were carrying another, and half of them went over to the cliff to dump them over the edge. The rest went back to the helicopter and loaded on, and after a moment lifted off and flew away.
Waiting for about five minuets to make sure that they were not coming back Phoenix and I jumped off of the ledge and glided over to the house. Landing in front of the house we went in though the broken down door way.
Stepping around the broken wood we looked around, and slipped down the hallway to our left and into the nearest room, which happened to be a bed room.
It was darkly decorated; all of the walls and furniture were black, even the bed spread and the carpet. On the (black) book shelf was a large variety of books, and a few posters were on the wall, on the bed side table was a single picture. It was a picture of two Black haired guys and a blond haired chick. The two black haired guys looked almost exactly alike, only one was older and the younger one had a long scar that stretched over his right eye. The blond was the same age as the older guy, and had an arm around his waist. It was a picture of Max, Fang, and their son…what ever his name was.
Leaving the room I looked over to see that Phoenix had already searched the other rooms down the hall. She shook her head as she went over to me, "All bed rooms."
I nodded and we sneaked past a set of stairs and into the den. We were met with the site of the entire flock was on the floor, asleep. The room was trashed and we could tell that it here that the fight had taken place.
Kneeling down I felt Iggy's pulse, knowing that it was Iggy from the files that we had stolen when Phoenix and I escaped. Shaking him I knew it was the work of Crissy, my former best friend.
Phoenix, from her place next to the window, said, "I can see five shapes coming this way."
I stood and motioned for Phoenix to follow me out the door and into the nearest room, to await the arrival of the Next Generation Flock, or NGF, as Phoenix and I say.
We only had to wait for about two minuets before a rather deep voice called out, "Mom? Dad?"
The sound of footsteps sounded, followed by gasps, and the sound of shuffling around.
Stepping out of the room, I motioned for Phoenix to stay there and went over to the door way, where I heard a female voice say, "They are all asleep."
As I was moving into view I hear the voice from before (the deep voice) say "Dad, wake up."
Moving completely into view I looked around. There were six people in the room, all of them scattered around and trying to wake the flock. There was a brown haired teen, a strait brown haired girl, a younger light haired boy, a black haired little kid with fox ears, and crouching together a brow haired chick and a black haired guy. The guy's head was down so I couldn't see his face. Finally I said, "They won't wake."
The entire groups' heads whipped around, and the black haired guy's face came into view. He had long bangs falling across his face, and looked exactly like Fang, especially now that he was right next to him. Only on his face, across his right eye was long scar, forcing the eye to remain only half lidded, and behind the lid the eye was a pail gray, and clearly blind. The scar made him look intimidating, it would make any other person piss their pants in fear at the site at the glare he gave me, but they wouldn't have grown up seeing the things I saw at that school.
"What do you mean?" he asked, setting Fang down and standing, he was taller than me, if only by a few inches.
"Exactly as I said," I smirked, seeing the pissed off look in his eye. "And by the way, I'm Trent."
I watched as his eyes scanned me, pausing on my wings that I had folded so they could be seen from in front. The glare never wavered, and I felt a slightest sweat build on the back of my neck, and I struggled not to flinch.
"They're souls have been sealed away," I said.
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