A/N: Heehee. I hope you guys like this. It takes forever to think of what the next chapter should be. ; w ;

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Although, I do own Zinnia and Archer.

Rated T for cussing.

Archer's P.O.V

Chapter 2. Camila.

I stare ahead of myself, my wings unfolding slightly. The sight is beautiful, sure, but there is just too much people around. I fold my wings back up, tucking them neatly against my back.

Ruffling my dark brown hair with my strong, calloused hand, I sigh. Gotta find Zinnia. That is my mission right now. I pull at the hem of my white sweater, glancing around.

"Hello!" a bright voice says from behind me. I turn around slightly, my green eyes taking in the frame of this tiny girl. Her clothes are in rags, her hair in knots down her back. She looked about 6 years old, 7 at the oldest.

I hesitate before replying, ".. Hi." I continue to study this young girl, before words bubble off my lips. "Where are your parents?"

Her eyes seem to sadden. "They're over there." She points over to an old alley. I squint as I spot them huddled together, shivering.

"Ah," I murmur, tilting my head.

"Do you have any food to spare?" Her voice was trembling slightly, as if she was afraid. The bright, cheery tone was taken away.

I stare at her, bringing my backpack in front of me. "Sure, sweetheart." I find myself crumpling at her bright, blue eyes. They look like Zinnia's.

She smiles slightly. "O-Oh, thank you," she whispers in glee.

I smile back, grasping the whole loaf of bread I managed to shove in there. It's a little smashed, and I feel bad for giving this to her. "Do you need water as well, darling?" I ask curiously.

She pauses, glancing back at her parents. "Yeah, we do," she responds. "B-But, you know, y-you don't have to-"

I beam at her, pulling out two waterbottles. "These are all I have, sweetie." I handed her the two bottles. "Need help bringing them over there?" I add.

She nods. "T-That would be great, thanks."

I smile at her, holding the loaf of bread in my hand. She takes a hold of my index and middle finger gently as we walk across the street and to the alley.

Her parents sit up slightly. Well, the mother does. The father appears to be sick. I scrunch my nose slightly at the smell of vomit, shuttering.

"Mom, look," the little girl says, letting go of my two fingers. She shows them the water bottles. My heart melts when I see the mother's hand. Oh, how shaky it is. She grasps the water bottle, nudges her husband awake.

I blink, handing the loaf of bread. "Sorry it's smashed," I say softly. She takes the bread with careful fingers, although her wrists are still shaking.

"Es fino, cari o*," she replies in a surpsingly soft voice.

I tilt my head, the language unfamiliar to me.

"Madre, este buen hombre debe ser agradecido," the little girl says softly, smiling at me.

Her mother nods, staring at me. She takes both of my hands. I flinch, not expecting this.

"Muchas gracias. Incluso esta comida ayudar con la enfermedad de mi esposo."

I nod, not understanding. The little girl turns to me. "She said thank you- What's your name?"

"Archer," I respond, brushing my dark brown hair out of my green eyes. "You are welcome."

"She understands english, she just doesn't know how to pronounce it," the little girl says, beaming at me. "And, I'm Camila."

I nod once more. I suddenly hear yelling. I turn around slightly, to see a crazed man with a match just around the corner. Camila also glances over.

"Camila, qu es eso?" her mother demands, feeding her husband.

"No s , Mam ," she replies in a scared voice. "Tal vez es el hombre antes."

I frown. "Stay here, darling," I say in a protective voice towards Camila. Oh, come on. She's a cute six year old. A homeless six year old. A homeless one, in fact.

I slowly approach the man, just to see that he has set fire to a building. The fire licks it's way towards Camila and her family. My eyes widen. They haven't noticed yet. Why not? I unfold my wings with desperation, ignoring the laughs from the obviously high man.

"Camila, te amo. Por favor, vaya con el hombre. No trate de salvarnos. No est uso. Adem s, est bamos en nuestro ltimo an lisis, de todos modos. Te mantiene aqu era solamente un peligro." I hear the words, biting my lip. I know that "te amo" meant I love you. I frown, trying to hear other words I know. Peligro .. Danger. It means danger.

Camila is running to me with her short legs. I run to her. I swoop her up. She wraps her legs around me, her tiny, skinny arms around my shoulder. "Yo tambi n te quiero."

Her voice is quiet, and I can hear the tiny sniffles coming off of her. She just let go of her parents. I look ahead, as if there was any chance saving them. There wasn't, and that was obvious. I unfold my wings, holding onto Camila tightly before taking off.

First mission. Find Zinnia.

Second mission. Protect Camila.

A/N: Had to announce a new character! Heehee! I love Camila so much. Also, yes, her parents speak spanish.

Her mother said I love you at some point. Said to go with Archer.

You know what. Go look it up on google translater. I'm too lazy to, lmao.

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