Summery: Max is captured by the Erasers, and the Flock are left the fend for themselves, but what happens two years later, when the flock come face to face with a certain familiar, winged teen girl… as the enemy. Can a certain dragon friend help Max remember? Will the flock ever get their leader back?
M/FX (Max/Fang), Nidgy (Iggy/Nudge)
Hey long break again! (I'm pretty good at that hey?) Anyway thankyou all for your awesum reviews!! I hope you all like this chapter, it took me long enough Guilty Smile R&R!!
(A/N/A: I've also made a few agustments around other chapters, the biggest one was change the name of my big bad company thing, but not a lot else has changed)
Chapter 9: Knew Me
I'd woken with no memory, and nothing to help me but a small sad looking 'Get Well' card from someone call Ari (who had awful hand writing I might add). Okay, so waking up with no memory of who I was or how I got into this very tiny, very squishy boxroom sucked, but it wasn't the worse thing that happened. No name? No biggy. Stuck in a cupboard? No sweet. No way out? I could cope. Nope, the biggest shock hit me when I finally got over my apparent loss of identity.
I walked around the 2 by 2 room in an anxious pace. So, small, claustrophobic rooms made me nervous… okay, more than nervous. In the short space of time in which I'd woken up and had taken those few first steps away from my bed, I'd decided that I'd rather be taking a flying leap off the Empire State building than be in this shoebox.
There was a door left of my bed, that seemed to be locked from the outside. It took my three good heavy kicks to work out that it was made out of reinforced steel. And when I say heavy kicks, oh boy did I mean heavy. As I put my foot down on the last kick, a small toe sized dent shone back at me. How I didn't break my foot was anyone's guess at that point.
So I sat cross-legged on the floor, anxiously cracking my neck joint. I picked up the card again looking for some clue that would help me. Now that I was really looking at it, I could tell that it had been hand made; badly hand made. 'Get Well, from Ari'
I groaned in frustration. There was nothing there. I rolled my shoulders; my muscles were so tense. I rolled my arms and shoulders, until I heard a satisfying crack somewhere in my back. It felt like all my muscles had relaxed in my back completely. Suddenly, there were two more soft cracks. Hang on, that wasn't my back. Keeping my head still, I looked to the side.
There was a 'POOFFFFTH' sound, like an umbrella being released, and with a small rush of air I was propelled forward. I let out a small cry that sound very much like a cat being strangled. Cold stone came up to meet my face in a spectacular example of a face-plant.
I groaned, and lifted my hand to my nose to check that it wasn't broken. Something in front of me caught my eye. I tilted my head up and watched as a small brown feather floated down gently. I frowned, and kept watching as it twirled down softly, before finally landing two inches before of my nose.
My back felt a little more heavier, like a blanket or a heavy coat now sat spread out on my back. I felt down my spine, until I reached a strange bump on my back. I didn't get much further. I followed the bone until I found something else. Something that felt soft and yet strong at the same time. It was like, well, it was… unhuman.
I pulled my hand back quickly. What was that?! Hesitantly, I felt below my other shoulder blade, and found another one just like it. It wasn't something else either, it was attached. When I say attached I mean it. Something was twitching behind me, and I could feel the muscles around the bone under my shoulders flex. I could feel what ever these things were, like a pair of extra arms.
I gently pushed myself up slowly, contemplating what life would be like if I did have four arms. Imagine a teenage girl with purple, wiggling octopus tentacles. Got that? Yeah, I'd be popular at school. Octopus Girl! I could give people a hand, I had so many! Better still, I could find an octopus guy and we could walk down the street… hand in hand in hand in hand…
In fact, I didn't even know what I looked like. Not that I cared, but I liked to think that I have a healthy curiosity for knowing what my face looked like. I frowned and felt the big things on my back shiver a little. I looked up at the steel door and blinked at my dull reflection in the steel.
I screamed in horror.
In my reflection two human sized wings twitched and snapped in against my back, and I jumped backwards as my voice vibrated around the little room. I had wings! Actual wings, like birds have? But way bigger, bigger than me! I screamed again at the thought of it, felling over my back franticly.
When I finally worked up some rational thought, I ran my hand down one silky long feather, and my mouth dropped. I had wings, big wings. I couldn't remember if I have them before I woke up here, or if whoever put me here put them here. This wasn't natural, it couldn't be natural! I looked down at the small feather lying on the ground and then at the small dent in the door. I realised then, that I was no ordinary kid.
"I wish you could stay, but I would never stop you." Fang looked at the rest of the flock. They'd spoken briefly last night, and he'd told them he would not be offended I they wished to stay. They'd all agreed to stay together. Fang knew what they wanted. He couldn't bring himself to tell them the truth about Max. He was still in denial, even after what he'd seen. It'd been a week since that night, and it was almost the longest they'd stayed in one place.
Fang hated to admit it, but he wasn't coping. Last night had been the first time he'd spoken to anyone since the attack, and he'd lost his appetite completely. Everything was all wrong. None of this was supposed to happen!
Fang saw Iggy nod at Dr. Martinez, and he closed his eyes leaning against the cool stone wall. The doctor nodded, restraining herself from asking where they were going. She was anxious about Max, and neither Fang nor Iggy could tell her what they'd found on that cold, wet morning.
"Alright, just be safe," she said, stepping toward the Gasman. He smiled bravely, and hugged her waist. She murmured something in his ear and he stepped away, nodding. She smiled at Nudge, who almost broke into tears before coming forward to receive her hug. Angel ran forward next and the doctor kneeled down, even though there was really no need. She brushed a strand of hair out of the girls face, smiling at her. They hugged for a while, until Iggy stepped forward and tapped Angel on the shoulder. Angel stepped away, and Dr. Martinez stood up watching Iggy's face. She hugged him under the arms briefly, and he smiled.
Finally, she came to Fang. He opened his eye to go, when he found the kind woman smiling at him grimly. Before he could do anything she hugged him. He stood awkwardly, but listened as she whispered to him, "Take care of your self Fang. Be strong for them. Remember, you've always got a home here." She said the last sentence loud enough fro the rest of the flock to hear. Fang stared at her for a long time, wanting to tell her everything. He watched her kind face, and knew he couldn't do it.
Fang nodded, and with a flick of his jacket he stalked over to the van, the rest of the flock following in a quick pace. They pulled out of the Martinez' driveway and out into the streets of Arizona.
Dr. Martinez waved grimly until the vane turned off down another street. She had desperately wished that the kids had stayed with them, until Max found her way back. But now, she wasn't even sure she'd ever see her daughter again.
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