Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.
I only own Zinnia, Archer, and Camila.
Rated T for cussing.
Chapter 3. The Flock.
Zinnia's P.O.V
Keep walking fast. This is my goal. I glance around this empty town, glad to know that there is no one around.
I relax, unfolding my injured wing to take a good look at it. It's bleeding has stopped, but I don't know how bad the damage is. I just know that my wing has a huge gash in it, limiting me from flying.
Letting out a sigh, I brush my hair out of my eyes. "Goddammit. I need a vet or something," I murmur, glancing around.
But, with a vet, wouldn't she notice my wings? A human that has wings? I pout slightly, letting out another sigh.
"Archer." His name escapes my lips. I blink, feeling more at peace when I feel my eyelashes brush against my skin.
I hear voices. Oh no. It can't be the men, can it? I break out in a run in panic, trying to move my hair out of my eyes so that I can see. It's to no avail. My hair just keeps on curling back into my face, leaving me blind at some points.
I crash my side into a brick wall. Or, a building thats made out of bricks. Or, a really hard stone. Whatever it was, ow. That hurt.
Tears are springing to my eyes. I clutch my shoulder slightly, sniffling silently. It hurts. Really bad. I tremble at the pain, trying to walk faster.
"Is that her?"
The voice is familiar. I panic, running around into an alley. I hide in the corner, quieting my small cries and sniffles.
"Haha, I think we've got her trail. Now, we have to find her," the other male says.
When will I ever get rid of them? I think to myself, shuddering. My breath comes out in quiet pants, clutching my shoulder in slight desperation to stop the pain.
Archer. Archer. Archer. His name is screaming in my mind. I sniffle, peeking up from under my eyelashes to see the men running. Not in my direction, but in the complete opposite.
I sigh in relief, peeking up into the sky. I freeze. Bird kids?
One, two, three four, five, six .. Is that a dog? I squint harder. Yep. That's a dog, with wings. I focus who's in the front, and who's in the back. I stand up with slight difficulty, looking around myself. It looks like they're just lingering around, flying right there in their group.
Finding a ladder to the roof was pretty convenient, I must say. I let go of my shoulder, sucking in my bottom lip. I grasp the ladder, hesitating. I look back up. They're still there.
I begin to climb swiftly, not wanting them to leave. My wing bangs against the metal ladder at times, making me let out cries of pain. Tears are running down my cheeks by the time I'm standing on the roof.
They're getting closer. I stay frozen, dropping to my knees. The pain is too much.
I hear them. Talking.
"Max, what is that?" A boy. Sounds like he's 11, maybe 12.
"I don't know." Sounds like a female pre-adult .. Max. That's her name.
"Should we go closer?" His voice kind of reminds me of Batman, really. I shudder as I try to listen. It's just so hard. My wing hurts so much as I continue to let out cries of pain.
Max, I think, walks forward. She steps in front of me, crouching down. "Hello?" she questions. Actually, it's more demanding. As if she's commanding me to show my face.
I look up, my cheeks surely flushed from the pain and the crying. My bright blue eyes must be bloodshot, or at least still filled with tears.
".. What happened." This also isn't a question. It's a command.
I stare at her, unfolding my injured wing. "B-Bullet," I respond in a quivering voice. She inches forward.
"Max, what are you doing?" Fang, I think, demands.
I watch her glare at the dark, emo one. "She's a bird kid. Another one. With an injured wing."
A little one pops up around a dark-skinned 14 year old's body.
"I can hear your mind," she murmurs, stepping beside me. I blink. "Who's Archer?" she adds, tilting her head in confusion.
Once the word Archer is past her lips, I'm thinking of him. His tall figure, his dark brown hair, his forest green eyes. I swear, those green eyes hold a lot of colors in them. Dark brown, light brown, caramel, light greens, dark greens, tree trunk brown-
Max pauses. "Was he your partner?" she asks. Whew. A real question, not a demand.
I nod. "W-We go-got seperated," I respond, trembling slightly.
Suddenly, I'm surrounded by the rest of the flock.
"Max, what do we do?" Fang asks, tilting his head at me.
"We take her in." Max was obviously the leader, you can tell by that.
The 11 or 12 year old - I still don't know yet - tilts his head. "But, Max, she can't fly."
"Gazzy, we can take him to Mom's house," Max says, furrowing her eyebrows.
Gazzy is the 12 year old. Max is the leader. Fang is the Batman of the group.
The 6 year old giggles. "I'm Angel. That's Nudge." She points at the dark-skinned teen. "That's Iggy." She points at a male that looks like he's blind.
Gazzy, Max, Fang, Nudge, Angel, and Iggy. Okay.
"What is your name?" Gazzy says, giving me a smile.
I pause, staring at the six. "Zinnia," I respond.
Max tilts her head, nodding. "Well, let's go find Mom," she states. "Fang, Iggy, and Nudge. Go back to Mom's house and tell her we have another bird kid."
".. Zinnia," I murmur, not liking the way she stated bird kid.
Angel smiles. "What about us?" she questions.
Max looks up at her, smiling back. "We help her there."
A/N: Had to announce the flock. ; w ;
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