Well, I was happily writing, so I decided to go on and write the second chapter now. I hope you guys enjoy it, and don't forget to submit OC's for when Percy Jackson comes in.
I don't own Maximum Ride. All I own are Siara and Winnie.
Chapter Two: Starting Over In The Hands Of Death
ANGEL POV
The waitress, who I now know is named Siara, was driving me through the tightly packed streets of New York City, silently watching the road. While she was quiet, her train of thought was anything but. I listened again, and this time I heard a loud amount of the same phrases.
Who is she? Who is this girl? Was she really experimented on? She doesn't seem like it. What am I going to do? She only has those ratty clothes. Where'd she come from? Is the lab looking for her? Her thoughts continued, but I pulled out of her mind, and began answering her questions.
"My name is Angel, yes, I was experimented on, and I'll show you the results later, yes, these clothes are dirty, I haven't gotten new ones recently, I'm from a lab in California, and they're probably not looking for me at the moment, as they are probably looking for the main group." Siara stared at me, mouth agape, both shocked and horrified.
"How did you-"
"I read minds. Oh, and no, I am not an alien. Why would you assume that, anyways?" She just stared, silent for a long time. In her mind, she was trying to comprehend what just happened.
She pulled into a parking space right outside a tall apartment building, and stepped out of the car. I slid out, and followed her into the elevator. We rode to the 12th floor, and she stepped out, unlocking a door to my right. She stepped inside, and immediatly confronted me.
"What the hell are you? You can read minds, you grew up in a lab, what else?"
"Well, I also have these." I slid my wings out the slats in my shirt, and extended them to either side of me. Over the years, they've grown to about 15 feet wide, and some of the feathers near the bottom have become a pretty light brown. Again, Siara looked about ready to pass out.
Between gasps for breath, she asked, "What the- the hell are- those things on- on your back?"
I smiled widely, and replied, "Oh these? They're just my wings. Had them all my life, you know, being 2% bird and all that." That took the cake. Siara's eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed backwards into the couch.
I shrugged, and looked around the apartment. It was a basic place, with a couple bedrooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen/dining room. I walked down the hal, and opened the door to one of the rooms. It was a small bedroom, with a blue striped blianket strewn across the top. Pictures cluttered the nightstand, and the sheets were messy. I assumed this was her room. Not wishing to intrude on her privacy anymore, I left the room and moved on.
The second door led to another bedroom, this one I assumed was a guest room. The lavender sheets and blanket were neatly tucked into the matress, and only one painting adorned the walls. I figured I would end up staying in here, so I lifted the sheets and slipped inside. Before I really realized it, I was asleep.
I woke up in the morning to a blob of fur obscuring my vision. I lifted my head, and whatever was on my face jumped straight into the air, hissing wildly. Oh, it's a cat. The cat landed nibly on the floor next to me, and it jumped back onto the bed to look at me. It was a pretty looking ball of fluff, being a mismatch of black and orange splotches. It's green eyes stared inquisitively at me, only for a moment until Siara ran into the room.
"Oh, there you are Winnie. I've been looking for you everywhere." She scooped the cat up, and smiled at me. "I hope he wasn't bothering you too much."
"He's fine. My old dog was a lot worse." I answered, thinking longingly of Total. I wonder if he had any say in the matter. He wasn't there yesterday, so it might have been possible he disagreed with the rest of the Flock. Siara grinned widely, then sat down next to me. Winnine scampered out of her arms and out the door.
"I'm sorry about last night. It's just not everyday a girl who's literally part bird comes and stays with you." She laughed. "I think Winnie likes you."
"It must be the bird part. Better make sure he doesn't eat me!" I joked, and we laughed for a minute.
"Tell you what. I'll take the day off, and we can go get you some new clothes. I heard there was a cute place that just opened around the corner, maybe we can find something there." I could see this woman had Nudge's spirit of shopping in her.
"Aw, why not. Let's do this!"
4 hours later, we were sitting together in a small cafe across from Times Square, the area surrounding our table full of various things. There were clothes for both of us, various foodstuffs we had found from street vendors, and even a little crab costume we found for Winnie. I had a huge plate of pasta in front of me, while Siara just had a sandwich. I was watching the people pass by, when I began noticing things I wish I hadn't.
One woman had hair the same shade as Max's. Another had Fang's eyes. One person was walking a Scottish Terrier that looked like Total. I was noticing all the wrong things, and everything I didn't want stood out to me. Siara could see my concern, so we finished and left.
-time skip to expiration day-
It was the day. The last day I would ever see on this earth. I sat in the bathroom, staring at the little black numbers on the back of my neck. 08-27-14. I was crying silent tears, trying to calm down but failing. I couldn't see what to do now. I mean, I had barely any time to do anything.
But at that moment, I got a crazy idea.
Running out to the fire exit, I yelled, "I'm going out, I'll be back soon!" to nobody in particular. Only Winnie was here, and he meowed in response. I stood for a moment, wind blowing my hair everywhere, finally jumping off the balcony. I freefell for a few seconds, then snapped my wings open before I hit the road. I soared above the buildings, savoring the feeling of flying for one last time. I was high up now, maybe a humdred or so feet above many of the taller buildings.
I didn't focus on anything but the feel of the wind on my face, the sensation of flying, which cost me dearly. I rammed straight on with something super bright, and blacked out as I fell.
And we have our first cliffie! Please review, and I will give you free virtual RedVines!
~AriRee
