I have decided to forgo 1st person because I cant really write it at the moment...so until further notice, all chapters of 'What is THAT?' shall be 3rd person.
~Moony
Previously:
He walked over to the river and concentrated for a moment. A ball of water came out of the river and sat in his hand, but was moving around as if currents were passing inside. He then turned it into a moving ball of snow; then a moving ball of ice. He finally turned it back into water and let it drop into the river.
"Whoa." I said right back at him.
We both smiled and started to practice using our new powers. There was so much we could do…
Three days passed since Max and Fang came into their discovery of new powers, control over fire and water. The couple was currently relaxing with the rest of their flock by the river, along with a couple Cullen vampires and La Push werewolves.
The flock had come to a decision the past night, as both Max and Fang felt the time was right.
Alice, sitting on a small chair with her feet in the running water, said, "So, since you all are leaving to finish with the school with the help of Max and Fang's new powers, we are going up to Alaska. Bella and Edward decided it was time to introduce Nessie to the vampire family up north, as they had never been formally after the Volturi's visit. Also, Carlisle wanted to check in on the family since it had been thinned out."
Max smiled and nodded. "We want to get the threat of the School and Itex over with, and figure we may as well start with the rebuilt School in California. After all, it is south from here; not that long of a flight."
The flock packed up a few changes of clothing in their packs, and Iggy and Gazzy stocked up on bombs and such. They were all leaving that day.
After hugs and sadness from the Cullen family and the La Push pack, Max and the flock took off in the air, jumping strait up. Those on the ground kept their awe to themselves, the originality of flying teens still not glossed over.
The flock veered left and flew to the shore. They rode the updrafts from the cool ocean waters and played a bit in the air, relishing the chance to spread their wings and to settle for a long flight that was near 1,000 miles in length. Max figured they could be near Death Valley, where the School was located, in under a week. After all, the flock would be taking it slow considering they wanted to be awake to fight. Later on, they would head back to Dr. Martinez and Ella for well-deserved rest, and back to Forks to live. Hopefully, the Whitecoats would be smart enough to stop the testing when they found out what happened to California's School.
By day three of flying, the flock was more than halfway to the School. They had crossed the boarder of Oregon into California a few hours ago. All were tired and Gazzy was the one to point out an old, abandoned house not far away. There were no lights around it, so Max took that as an 'Okay' to land there for rest.
The windows were all wooden shutters, so Gazzy simply slipped a stick through the crack to push up the hook holding them together from the inside. Angel crawled through and soon had the front door opened. With the rest of the light from outside, Max and company saw the house was just dust-covered, but okay to stay in. There was nothing in the cupboards to eat, but the Flock was covered from the Cullen's.
Conversation was minimal, other than the fact Fang, who had pulled out a map from a pocket on his backpack, said, "There are only 400 miles or so until we reach the School, so day after next at soonest."
The Flock, having been surrounded by unsleeping vampires for days on end, didn't set up a watch. To be frank, they were unused to sleeping on the ground, though they did. Max and Fang slept next to each other with fingers intertwined even in sleep. Gazzy and Angel were on one side of Max, though Angel's head rested on her stomach. Iggy was at the couple's feet, and Nudge was above them.
None of the flock noticed the indistinct scrabbling on the dust-covered floor. No one woke at a tiny injection on whatever limb was closest to the outside huddle. All fell into a deeper sleep, and none woke when the front door carefully opened.
The Flock was carefully picked up one at a time from the ground by two men in dark clothes. They passed them to two other men outside, and were placed in individual cages stacked in the back of a non-descript moving truck with ventilation holes along the roof.
For two days, the Flock was in the cages. They were drugged each time they moved of their own free will by people resting on comfortable chairs in the back of the truck. Neither Sun nor darkness woke them.
On the third day, metal doors slid open, revealing the compound of the School. The Flock was drugged again as their cages were unloaded and wheeled into one room. Each member was pulled from the cage by Whitecoats and placed facedown on beds fit for their height. Arms and ankles were strapped down with restraints on the bed while one woman went around the room with a clean syringe for each.
She stuck the needle at the junction of neck and shoulder and inserted a micro-chip the size of a grain of rice deep into the tissue. The flight-feathers on the wings of the six avians were clipped by a bird-doctor sworn to secrecy by the School. Really, the man's family was being threatened with death if he didn't keep quiet on what he saw. The feathers were brought into another room to be studied, along with a pull of blood from the doctor.
IV's were threaded into the arms of each Flock member, as they hadn't been watered or fed for days. The IV was laced with more of the sleeping draught, as they had started to fight the drugs off at the clipping.
When all the liquids were administered to the six Flock members, the Whitecoats pushed each bed one at a time into another room. Each person was unstrapped from the white and placed in another cage where they were locked in to fight off the sleeping drugs.
Hours passed and Angel was the first to wake, having been given less to be subdued. She sat up in fright, and was grateful that she was in a bigger cage; otherwise she would have hit her head on the roof. "Max, Gazzy, anyone awake?" she asked her voice hoarse.
No one responded to Angel's call. She curled up on her side and released a few tears at the pain it brought her trimmed wings. The soft white flight-feathers were no longer part of Angel, though they were growing in already, the cause of the pain.
She closed her eyes as her mind examined those of the Whitecoats, learning what they wanted to do with the six mutants as their captives. Angel pleaded in her mind for someone to wake up.
Yes, it's kind of sad, but suspenseful. You're in luck; it's not much of a cliff hanger.
I'm sorry for the wait, and you'll have to wait a bit longer for another update. I'm going to camp for two weeks, I'm home for two days, and then I'm away for another two weeks. I'll have no time to write, unless I'm hit with inspiration at the places. Who knows, maybe I will be.
I hope you all are enjoying your summer, or the start of your school year, whichever.
Again, sorry for the delay, and I'll hopefully have this fic finished by September!
~Moony
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Posted 7/3/2009