Yep, so I'm back. *Trumpets and fanfare* and yes, this probably won't ever happen again, but I have nothing to say. So I'll skip to the disclaimer.
Disclaimer:
Clementine: I have accepted it! I don't own!
The flock: *claps*
Eyes open (Taylor Swift)
Everybody was watching them. Jeb, the Director, the FBI, everyone. Waiting for the flock to be destroyed or captured. Watching how their lives were ruined. They could have been just children. Dreaming of flying, playing adventure games. All of a sudden it was real. Even for Angel, who was only six. They were surrounded. Surrounded by Erasers. But even worse than that. They were surrounded by people waiting for them to fail. Watching the flock split up. Nothing more than an experiment. That's all they were. And they always had to keep their eyes open. On guard. Never trusting. That's the lives kids had been forced to live. Just kids. Fighting real erases with sharp jabs and kicks, instead of using wooden swords and finger guns. Everybody was waiting and watching to see what would happen. Just an experiment. Not people. Objects. Things. Alone.
Reviews would be nice. I thought the hunger games matched very nicely with Max Ride.
