AN: Well. Here we are again. Let's get on with it, shall we?
Disclaimer: I don't own Xam. I don't own Rose, Chase, Kyla, or Bailey. I do however own the rights to Tom, Abby, and Devon.
Xam POV
My pillow was firm, but comfortable. I was warm due to the blanket covering me. All was right.
Until I remembered that Ter Borcht had brought us back to the Laboratory and I shouldn't have a pillow or blanket because I was in a jail cell. I stood up from my spot on Tom's chest and stretched. Tom snorted and shifted his wings for a second in his sleep, but then relaxed and let his wings fall limp again. I smiled at his sleeping form until I noticed the smaller form on his left. A young girl, perhaps 10, was resting on Tom just as I had been. She was wearing a dirty orange sweater and jeans. Unlike the rest of us, she wasn't wearing shoes.
Her eyes snapped open when the sound of clanking Flyboys returned. She started to tug on Tom's arm.
"Wake up, wake up," She said frightened. Tom opened his eyes and blinked them, regaining his whereabouts. He stretched and yawned.
"Hmm, what's wrong, Bailey?" Tom asked mid yawn. So, Her name is Bailey, I thought. They must have brought her in sometime while I was sleeping.
"They're back!" She whispered/exclaimed. Tom stood up and looked at me.
"Hey," He said softly to me, walking past me to the cage bars. I nodded and joined him in leaning against the bars. I saw the Flyboys dragging two beings back. One was a guy. He had brown hair that was short and spiked and he had a slim build. He was dressed in jeans and a blue T-shirt, which had been cut in the back so that his wings were hanging out. His wings were brown with black tips. The other form they were carrying was a girl.
Kyla, I thought, recognizing her dusty blonde hair and her John Lennon shirt. Her shirt had been cut up the back so her wings would be out. Her wings may have been black at first glance...but they were actually purple! Who gives someone purple wings!? I glanced at Tom and he was chuckling. He looked at me and smiled.
"Kyla's favorite color," Tom said quietly. I let out a "oh" in response. We looked back at the Flyboys to see them walk past our cell to Rose's. We couldn't see Rose, but she sounded pissed.
"YOU MOTHER FU-!" She started but Tom cut her off.
"ROSE!" Tom shouted, "Just let them get Kyla in!"
We heard clanking and glared at the Flyboys as they walked past, empty handed. Rose's concerned whispers barely made it to our ears. We walked back to wall that connected to Rose's and Kyla's cell. Bailey sat on Tom's left, while I sat on his right. Tom started to chip away at some loose cement in the wall.
"What are you doing?" I asked. Tom gave me a look.
"What does it look like?" Tom replied, "I'm going to make a window."
After about ten minutes Tom had enough chipped away so we could remove the large 9x9 8 inch thick brick. It took both of us, but we got it out without to much trouble. Bailey looked in the hole and looked at the occupants.
"They don't look good, Tom," she commented. Tom tapped on her shoulder to move her aside.
"They're okay," Tom said, "I don't think that they're that hurt. More or less exhausted."
"Oh Gee, Ya think!?" Rose snapped sarcastically. Tom backed off.
"What's her problem?" I asked Tom. Tom looked at me and smiled.
"Nothing," He said, "She just looks out for Kyla. They're best friends, actually they're much closer to being sisters then friends. But Rose is just worried. That's all."
"Okay," I said before hearing more clanking. That must be Abby.
Tom and I returned to our spot on the cell bars. Tom had both his arms above his head and was leaning on them. I was simply holding the bars and straining to see Abby's unconscious form. But like before they brought two bodies back instead of one. And like before, one was a guy. Unlike the last guy, this one was more built like Tom. He was dark skinned and his hair was shaved off. He looked up once groggily and saw Tom.
"Tom?" He questioned. Tom squinted and then his eyes widened.
"Devon!" Tom said, "What are you doing here!? I thought you were in Chicago!"
"I was," Devon said as the Flyboys threw him and Abby's unconscious form into the cell across from us. Devon checked Abby and then walked to his bars.
"So," Devon started, "How long you been here?"
"About a month," Tom answered. Devon nodded.
"About a week longer then you, for me," he said, "On my second week, I was given the joy of these."
He spread two dark brown wings of his own. Tan feathers were scattered around his wings. Devon's right arm, I noticed, had a cast.
"How long you have that?" I asked. Devon noticed me for the first time. He looked to his arm and then back to me.
"That's none of your concern, Ma'am," He said with a flat face. Tom put a hand over his face.
"D, this is my girlfriend," Tom said, "Xam. Xam, meet Devon Albert. Devon served with me in boot. Bailey, come here."
Bailey slowly walked over to Tom and he put a hand on her shoulder. Tom introduced them to each other. We stopped talking when we heard a groan. Devon checked behind him and then shook his head no.
"Kyla then," Tom muttered. He walked back to where the hole he made was at and peered into it. He looked and then said, "Okay...so it wasn't Kyla."
"Who said that!?" A young man's voice said. Tom shook his head.
"Rose, will you please point out the hole that is right behind him?" Tom asked. Bailey covered her mouth and giggled.
Tom backed away when a young man's face appeared in the hole. He had green eyes and had freckles covering his face. He looked no older then 17, when in actuality he might have been my age...you know what I mean, 19.
"Who are you?" he asked. Tom sighed and repeated the introductory process. It turns out his name was Chase Andrews and he lived on the floor below Tom and Abby. He was a college grad who just moved out. When the introductions were finished, Tom went back to having a conversation with Devon. I followed him and decided to talk more as we awaited Abby and Kyla to wake up.
"We need to get out of here," Tom said to Devon. Devon nodded.
"I can break out," Devon said, "If I can get the springs from a bed."
"Then DO IT!" Tom and I shouted. Devon winced. He went back to his bed in the cell that was holding him and started to tear it. He ripped two springs out and fiddled with them. We walked up to the cell door and worked on the lock. He eventually cracked it and the door slowly creaked open. Devon walked out and began working on our cell.
As soon as it was open, I helped him with Rose's Cell. Tom went over to Abby and picked her up. He carried her over to Devon and dumped her in his arms when we opened Rose's cell. Devon gave him a "what?" look and Tom returned it with a "Do it or else," look. Rose stayed close to Chase, who was carrying Kyla's unconscious form, as I led everyone down the hall to the Exit door.
AN: and there is the prievew.... the whole thing will be up tomorrow.
