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Night Light
I lay down on my bed, facing up with my hand tracing patterns on my stomach. Until about half an hour later; when my wings started to bother me too much and I had to move to my side.
I was thinking of when I should call my mom. I honestly didn't see the point in those check-up things…
I only had one so far and I really didn't care much for getting another. I would rather see him when he's born and not in some wired image where he looked like one of those black and white pictures a therapist makes you decipher. I mean sure, my mom could see if there was a problem earlier on and try to fix it, but back at the hospital she'd told me that if something were to be an issue with him, that there would be little she could do to help.
My mom had told me that it'd been hard to see into the womb and that she'd had to use a stronger frequency to see him. She'd said that there was some type of thick barrier, different from the normal one, around the fetus. It was very strong and flexible, but she'd never seen anything like it before (neither on humans or birds).
She'd told me it almost looked like the wound was bordered with what eggs are made of, which didn't surprise us too much since we're part bird you know... I was just hoping that I wouldn't have to give birth to an egg-baby; it was already bad enough I had to give birth in the first place. I so didn't want to lay an egg…
…
And this is why I shouldn't have free time to think… Now I had freaked myself out to the point that I couldn't close my eyes anymore.
I take the covers off of myself and get off the bed. As I make my way to the door (in the pitch black, might I add), I stub my toe on something hard, "Dimmit!" I hiss. As I hop around on one foot.
I accidently trip over something and fall. "Ahh!" I exclaim.
Since the door was so close, I managed to stop myself from falling by slamming my hand on it. I ended up hitting my forehead against it too since I didn't know it was so close.
"Ow…" I breath.
God, when I say this place is pitch black, I really mean pitch black. Since we were underground and there was no light coming in from any window (since you know, we don't have 'em) and even with my raptor vision I still needed a small source of light to see. I wasn't Iggy or Dylan, who actually had night vision, after all.
Anyway, after my humiliating little scene, I opened the door and saw that a few of the bedroom lights were on, and some doors were open while the rest started to open.
Nudge's room was right next to mine and so she was the first one to have heard. "Are you OK Max? What was that? It sounded like… Well I don't know what exactly, but it was loud." She says, poking her head out of the room.
I see that everyone was peeking out of their rooms now, most of them looked really tired and like I'd woken them up. I saw that Gazzy was yawning and rubbing his eye.
"Sorry." I say. "I kind of tripped."
They all nod, not wanting any further explanation, seeing that I was OK, and went back into their rooms.
I let out a sigh. I should really get a night light or something…
And now I can't even remember why I'd come out here in the first place, that's just great.
I walk down the hall, looking at my feet as I think: 'I remember I couldn't sleep. Did I need to use the bathroom? Was I hungry?' Until I see someone's feet and I stop, running into them just a little bit.
"You OK?" Fang asks, in his usual quiet voice.
I look up at him. "Yeah, just tripped."
He shakes his head with a smile.
"Don't laugh." I tell him angrily.
"Did I laugh?" He asks rhetorically, still smiling.
"You're smiling, same thing for you. And in my defense, it was really dark in my room."
"Sure Max. So why are you up anyway? Couldn't sleep?" He asks, teasing smile now gone from his face.
"Nope." I answer. Then I remembered what I'd wanted to do. "Wanna fly with me?"
He shrugs.
I'm taking that as a yes.
We walk further down the hall and eventually we get to the living room, where the main exit door was.
Fang had programmed all of the flock's hand prints into the security system, which came in handy when the flock wanted to go out for a flight and Fang's gang didn't.
Knowing that, I placed my hand beside the door frame and let the blue light scan over it.
You might be thinking that it's a little weird to have to get your hand scanned from the inside of the house, and I do too. It's only at night though, and Fang had told us it was for security reasons so I didn't object.
I liked having at least a little hope of safety. I knew it wouldn't stop The School, The Doomsday Group, Hans, (You know what? There're too many people to list that are after us, so I'll just give them the generic name of 'The Bad Guys'. How's that sound? Yeah I know, best name ever right?... Shut up who asked you!) but at least it would slow them down.
We were outside now and I just stood there for a while, feeling the cool night breeze blowing through the feathers on my extended wings. It felt like I hadn't been out in so long that I almost forgot I had wings and could fly.
After a few minutes of that, I suddenly jumped up into the night sky, with my right wing man following shortly.
(Fang POV)
I couldn't help but think of just how beautiful Max was, especially right now; with her hair blowing slightly back from the light breeze, the white moon light streaming on her perfect face, even the angle of her wings behind her back looked beautiful.
She made me feel nice inside, almost like life was actually worth living, as long as I had her. Especially right now, when her face looked almost relaxed. Like she'd forgotten all of her worries, just for now at least, and like she was actually free.
I wish that she could feel like this all the time. I wish the flock could, and my guys too. I wish that all of us mutants could feel like that, actually. But I know that isn't possible. Not without our help anyway.
I also know that what I was thinking just then was very un-Fang-like and a little complain-y, but who cares? They're my thoughts. I can think whatever I want. Don't judge.
Snapping back to reality, I felt a strong breeze, saw Max taking off and followed her quickly. Just like old times.
I love yall!
~L