Donor
By: Anna Q.
Chap 2
I stood frozen behind the tree, too scared to move. The teenage girl slowly stood up, clenching her face, scanning the forest and keeping her self between the flock and the forest.
"I hear her," the little girl said smiling. "Max, be nice, she's scared." She assured her.
"Come out," I heard the girl, Max, say. "Come out, and we won't hurt you."
How promising that would be if I hadn't grown up around the School. Anything from there, including myself, was for them selves.
"Come out," the little girl told me, forcing confidence in me. She was right; I was going to have to face them some time.
I walked out into the clearing, keeping my eyes frozen to Max's, she kept hers on mine. Show them you mean no harm. I told my self. I let my arms lay relaxed and loose beside me.
"Who are you?" she asked, still clenching her fists.
I stared at her amazed by the calm in her voice, but then realized she had asked me who I was. I took a deep breath to call my nerves. "My name is Violet," I told them calmly. " I'm 14 and have been on the run for the past 14 months. I am like you, but I'm not," I rushed, starting to feel shaky. I took another deep breath. "I was a donor at the School."
The clearing became silent and still. All the faces carried different thoughts. The tall black haired guy, the blond little boy, and the dark skinned girl all gave me a look of confusion. The little blond girl, who I recognized as the Angel Experiment, stared at me blankly, almost as if she was calculating something. Max had relaxed her fists and stared at me as if she was disturbed. And the last one, the one who I still think is blind, looked confused, as if he knew what I had said, but didn't quite understand it.
The room's silencing became unnatural, giving me the feeling as if I was not born on earth, though I was technically was. Max sat down, clenching her head, the disturbed face still clear behind her hair.
The blind boy was the first to talk. "I know, but I don't, what a donor is. Could you tell me?" His tone was curious, not strange.
"You don't want to know" Max quickly told him, glaring at him through the space between her fingers. The black haired guy went to her, placing his arm around her back in a comforting way.
He took this in, but quickly made up his mind. "Yes I do,"
"No you don't!" she yelled at him. Everyone but me stared at her surprised.
He looked in my direction; a stone serious face set upon his features. "Please,"
I gulped, and breathed. "I can't really tell you, but I can show you."
Everyone looked at me. "Fine," he decided.
I walked over to him; he was still leaning against the tree. As I walked I could feel 7 pairs of eyes watching me: the flocks and the dogs. I squatted next to him, and said in a soft voice. "What your about to see might disturb you, if you have any problems, just open your eyes."
He nodded.
"You can close your eyes," I directed him. He slowly closed his eyes as I placed my hand gently on his forehead. I took one more deep breath, closed my eyes, and concentrated.
My memory flashed on our sight. It was slightly blurry, except on what I was focusing on. Three beds were in view. One faceless newborn laid in each, all attached to breathing, fluid, and monitoring machines. Two scientists surrounded one of the babies. They started to inject the baby with saline, fluid that would still his system, and kill him.
"Isn't this the third kidney?" One Scientist asked the other, while switching off the fluid machine. The faceless baby squirmed in the bed.
"Yeah, I think so. Gosh, they're going to kill that thing with surgery." The other scientist replied, switching off the breathing machine. The baby squirmed some more, the monitoring machine going dead, and then the baby stopped, didn't move at all. The scientist swarmed over the still baby, and that was it. Like the blink of an eye, the guy had stopped the stream of memory by opening his eyes.
I placed my hand in my lap, watching his reaction. He held the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes that were squinted, recounting the memory. He sighed and looked up at me. I sat there still.
He lift his hand to my face, gently tracing his fingers over my nose, eyes, mouth.
"You have a face," he commented. "Why?"
"I'm different then other donors," I told him smiling. He kept his hand on my face.
"Good. I'm Iggy by the way," he smiled. Iggy, I liked it. I smiled.
"Nice to meet you,"
He leaned close to me and whispered. "Cool power by the way." And even though he wasn't looking at my eyes, he winked.
I stood up, facing the Flock. Some of them were standing, some weren't. The little blond boy stood up. "I trust her,"
The dark skinned girl, who already was standing agreed. "I do too."
"Me too," the little black little dog agreed. So he could talk. I smiled.
Iggy stood up behind me, looking in the direction Max was stooped over. "Me three."
The black haired boy pulled Max up. "I trust her too. Do you?" he asked Max.
She stared hard at him, whispering something. He whispered something back.
"Max, I understand that you wouldn't trust me," I started to ramble. "I just have heard so much about you, and I wanted to help you, I think you're-"
"-You can stop talking now," she interrupted me and sighed, then looked at me hard. "I don't trust you just yet, but I do have some faith in you." She paused. "I'm guessing you want to know who we are," she smiled.
I nodded happily. I wasn't accepted just yet, but for now I was welcomed.
