Chapter 3

The Tribe
A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I updated. I'm very excited about this new chapter though so please R& R A.S.A.P. thanx!
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Sam didn't understand why this was a shock to her.

"Of course I was born, everyone is, you steal babies from hospitals and do things like give them wings, remember? Or hadn't you noticed?" Sam smirked.

"Oh 76B! Don't be so ignorant! I thought you were supposed to be intelligent! Don't you see? Put the pieces together for goodness sake!" she replied, staring intently at him. A look of disbelief spread across her face.

The smile slowly faded from his face as Sam thought about her words.

"You weren't made… you were born"

"Oh my G… you have to be kidding!" He said but Sam knew, he'd seen her life, her inner thoughts with his own eyes. She had nothing to gain by lying to him.

"It's true 76B… can I call you Sam?"

"Yes" Sam felt he could almost trust this whitecoat… almost.

"You were part of some tribe apparently" She told him, reading through yet more notes.

"They all had wings, our scientists wanted to find out why but the adults were too strong to be captured so they took some of the infants, only you survived the trip here" The whitecoat woman looked up at Sam, her face now paler than ever, she couldn't handle this.

"They didn't take you to change you, you were taken to stop you becoming as strong as anything this world has ever seen." Suddenly Sam saw something that wasn't in that room, or even that time.

He was a man, he looked down to find himself wearing a white lab-coat. It was hot and he and several others like him were observing a battle from the safety of a nearby cave. There were military men with guns and… people with wings. The army seemed to be attacking this village, Sam saw a tall muscular man, who seemed to be the leader of the winged people. This man seemed familiar, Sam knew this must be his father.

"Mike, come see this!"

Sam turned and went towards the summoner to the back of the cave. On the wall were primitive symbols and pictures, their translator told them this was the story of a prophecy. Words flashed across the small computer screen, it told them that these people (the Rincanta tribe) believed in new life. It said that if these people were destroyed then one day, one would rise up to fight and bring them back. He would be the greatest force that mankind had ever seen. He alone would defeat his human oppressors and bring his species back. Sam leapt back as the name of this man flashed across the screen.

S.A.M.

As if nothing had happened Sam was back in the room, in the chair. He was more confused than ever but he gathered his thoughts and decided it was best not to tell the woman what he saw.

"What are their plans for me?" Sam asked.

She searched through her notes and came to rest on a page that was whiter than the rest. As she read, a look of horror spread across her face. Her eyes met with Sam's and for one fleeting second he saw fear, fear in the heart of a whitecoat.

"You are to be interrogated, then destroyed"

"NO!" Sam cried, thoughts of his previous freedom flashing through his head. His new life with Tania and the flock could now be over, he couldn't, wouldn't lose that.

The power was back and as Sam felt it surge through him he took control of it. He snapped his restraints and rose steadily to his feet. The woman leapt back and slammed her palm down hard on an alert button. Sirens screeched down every corridor and, with this sound, came thousands of erasers. They werepouring through every entrance.

With a sweep of one, taloned hand, Sam sent 20 erasers flying into the wall. Another sweep saw 20 more meet the same fate. The erasers were stunned and, for a split- second they stopped.

This was all the time Sam needed. With one hard beat of his now angelically white wings Sam was up and out of the skylight that no-one seemed to have secured, they hadn't counted on this.

Sam sat near the school in the tallest tree he could find. He watched as erasers came swarming out of the main entrance, thirsty for Sam's blood. Every muscle in his body was screaming,

Run!

But couldn't leave his family behind. He saw the famous Jeb Batchelder hurriedly barking orders. But the thing Sam really wanted to see was a way in where he wouldn't be noticed. He couldn't believe it but he was, going back, yet again into the school.

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