Guess what!
Dylan: you're mad and I'm not?
Me: hey! That's my line! Anyway, guess!
Dylan: umm…it's school holidays?
Me: it is, but that's not it.
Dylan: ok, I give up…
Me: it's chapter threeeeeeee!
Dylan: *facepalm*
Subject 11 POV
Max taught us that pain was just a message, a message telling you that you're still alive. But this pain was different. It's like the pain I had, when I was two. It's the pain I had when all the voices of people's minds entered my head.
The flock's voices were becoming clearer in my head, clearer than they had ever been. The white-coat flinched back and then scowled. Suddenly, a new voice was in my head: Max's voice. She was wondering what just happened to her wing. A picture of her wing, with different coloured primary feathers flashed through my mind. The colours of the feathers were the colours of our feathers. I slowly realised what was happening. The flock was getting a telepathic connection. Our leader, Max, would be hearing everyone's thoughts. We all just only heard hers. Well, except for me, who could hear everyone. Not only would she get our minds, but she would also get our powers.
"Subjects...Your mental connection vith your flock leader 'as veen successvul. But she believes you are dead, and I vould like to keep it zat way for now. Inform her zat you are dead, taking vatever means necessary, make up anything, to make her believe you are gone. Ve have our own telepath, who vill monitor your thoughts, so don't bother trying to tell her otherwise. If any of you disobey, all of you vill be terminated immediately," I hope they do...I've been looking forward to killing them properly. I shuddered at his thoughts.
Max POV
My head hurt like hell. It was just like another brain attack. The only difference this time is it was voices instead of images. Hungry, wonder what mum's made for lunch...Aw crap! The boss will fire me if he finds out...Why didn't mommy buy me any lollies? I want... I tuned all these voices out. Then, one final voice, clearer than the others, sounded in my head. Max looks so beautiful. Faith and her would have gotten on so well. She would also get on so well with Tyler, they're similar in so many ways, it's not funny! I looked at Fang startled.
"Uh, Fang, tell me exactly what you were thinking," I said, my voice shaking slightly. He frowned but answered me anyway.
"Um, how beautiful you are, how you and Faith would have gotten along and how similar you and Tyler were. Why?" he asked.
"I think I just received Angel's power," I said faintly. Nod your head if you can hear this. I nodded my head.
"That confirms it," Fang said. I put my hand on his soft black downy feathers, and the weirdest feeling came to me. I closed my eyes, and I could feel black. I could actually feel it! I gasped and opened my eyes. "Iggy," was all I said. "His colour-feeling power," I explained for Fang. He nodded again, like this was the most normal thing in the world. I decided I should test the other flock member's powers. I willed for my spoon and it came. I also could feel the presence of another guy, aged forty-three, balding, worried about his income. Nudge, check. I then decided to have a little fun with Fang.
"Hey Nick! OMG you're actually here!" I said, imitating Lisa's voice, hitting it perfectly. Fang whirled around to face me, his expression annoyed. I could have some fun with this power. I just hope that I don't inherit Gazzy's other power. I grinned at him and he just rolled his eyes. I closed my eyes, and then opened them again, thinking Paris, Paris, Paris! I looked around and instead of being in the hotel room, I saw the Eifel Tower. Dylan's power has come through. But then a strange power came to me, my body felt extremely cold. I held my hand in front of me and it was slowly turning a weird icy blue. I imagined hitting the fridge, with whatever was building up inside me. When I opened my eyes, Fang was staring at me in wonder, and the fridge was covered in a thick layer of ice. "Hehe, whoops," I muttered. "I'm guessing that was Faith's power?" A nod confirmed it. Okay...hmmm. What to do if you are alone in a room with an extremely hot guy who happens to be your boyfriend/soul-mate.
"Come here," I said, pulling Fang closer.
Subject 11
Eew...just, eew. I never though...Max and Fang...just, eew. 'Max! Block your mind! The poor flock is getting a unique front-row view of your current...activity!' I yelled at her, in my head. Help us Angel! Nudge thought. 'Sorry Nudge, Max is now immune to mind control...' I thought sadly. Well, at least the white-coats have a new way to torture us with: lock Max and Fang up in a room together, and well, you know what happens next. At least I have learned how to block thoughts, so now I can go back to thinking of how to tell Max we're alive...
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... Yes! I've got it! Code! Why didn't I think of it? Our code that Max uses when there are white-coats around sounds like gibberish to normal people, but to the flock, it's our ultimate way of communicating!
'Max! Wedere Stafill alvertive! Wedere arte eht lessons!' The effect was instantaneous. I just hope she can get here soon.
Max POV
Max! Wedere Stafill alvertive! Wedere arte eht lessons! I shot up immediately and detangled myself from Fang. Is it true? Is the flock still alive? Yes Maximum.
"What is it?" Fang asked, worrying again.
"The flock...they're alive!"
This chapter didn't actually have a lot that needed fixing up, which is a nice change. I'm aiming to get the chapters a bit longer, so if the chapters aren't at the length of your liking, don't fret. They'll be getting longer.
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