Ok, here we go. I worked for days on the next chapter, AND MICROSOFT WORD ERASED IT! I've been trying to rewrite it, but its just not the same. So, I ask you, do YOU want the crappy remake, or should I just move on? And, just so I won't be leaving an ever annoying AN chapter, heres a quick note about Ari, seeing as I had to make him a bit OOC (I couldn't really do much with a partially insane depressed wolf-boy), so I tried to base him off the Flock, balancing him out.
Rebirth
Original Clone
Ari POV
Dylan was always on outsider, a freak among freaks. He was killed, cloned, and mutated. So of course, I couldn't help comparing him to my own situation. Of course, I was mutated, killed, THEN cloned. And repeat... The similarities end there.
I understood the emotion that The Gasman felt when he threatened my that first day. Some part of me wanted to tell Dylan to back off of Max, stop pressing her to forget Fang and love him instead. That it only made it worse. Of course, against a 16-year-old super human, I couldn't do much. Maybe that's why Gazzy made explosives, to make himself more powerful, more capable of protecting Angel.
I almost understood how Iggy felt, being out of touch. I could only see the Flock when they settled down, and never for more then a day or two. I was on a need to know basis. Only what was told to me. And in that sense, I was blind to the Flock.
Nudge was always talking, yet so very few people listened to her. Her dreams of being a normal kid, settling down, not fighting for her life. I knew how she felt, not being able to keep it all in, having to express yourself. One thing she never talked about was her nightmares. Only Angel (And through her, me) knew the reason she lashed out in her sleep, and why it could take a cannon to wake her.
It surprised me the day Total asked me for advice. Akila was very happy in their marriage, but Total felt at times that he was in a mine field, one wrong move and everything would blow up in his face. He thought that Akila would never love a mutant mutt like him, even going so far as to call himself a mangy cur. It took me hours to convince him of a simple lesson that, oddly enough, I learned from him: The differences don't matter if she loves you.
Max was always headstrong. The scientists at The School had wanted to use her to fix there mistakes, but Max had other ideas; she wasn't going to make everything back to the way it was. She was going to make it better, and she was going to do it right. And unlike the lab rat in the maze, Max didn't have to walk around the barriers, she could fly over them. She showed me that the pre-determined way wasn't always right.
Angel was always the receiving end, hearing everyones thoughts and words. I hung on her every word, anxious to learn more about the mysterious girl who knew every about me. She was sweeter then strawberries and as rough as sandpaper. I could go on and on with similes about her... Sigh.
Sorry that it so short, but this was more about the lose of my hard work. :( Also, I corrected some errors pointed out by babiixilyx3, thanks!
