Donor

By: Anna Q.

Chapter 3

We all sat around the fire. Crickets were buzzing busily late this night. Everyone was alert and talkative.

"I guess you heard my name, but I'm Maximum Ride," she pointed to the Flock. "They call me Max."

The dark haired boy looked at me. "Fang"

Then the dark skinned girl smiled wide, took a deep breath and then. "She's Nudge," the Flock answered for her. She scowled, I laughed.

"I'm the Gasman, or Gazzy." The blond little boy said. He smiled at me.

"Why are you called that?" I asked. His grin grew bigger. Shouts of 'no' filled the air, but it was too late. A toxic gas filled the area, a cloud of doom. I heard him laugh, the flock started to moan in disgust. I heard a cough coming towards me. Also coughing, I looked down at the black dog that came trotting to me, coughing.

"Never wish you'd have the nose of a dog," he muttered glaring at the grinning Gazzy. The dog looked up at me. "I'm Total, it's a pleasure to meet you." Yep, the dog could talk. Total used his nose to reference to the other dog. Smiling his dog smile he said, "And that beauty is Aklila."

I smiled down at him, and then looked up. The little blonde girl starred at me, a still and distant look frozen on her face. I shuffled my feet. She shook her head, blinking a few times then looked at me with a drowsy face. "I'm Angel," she said sweetly, but didn't smile. Then to Iggy, "I'm Iggy," he reintroduced himself.

The Flock, in all their glory, sat in front of me, their beautiful wings all relaxed behind them. I looked so normal compared to them, but I wasn't. A few yawns were heard as we gazed drowsily into the fire. Max stood up, wiping the dirt off her jeans.

"Okay, everyone to bed." Everyone nosily got up, walked to the surrounding trees, each grabbing a branch to sleep in, with their backpacks close by. Iggy offered me to help get me in a tree, but I declined politely. I prefer the ground. The next half hour settled down to little noise, letting me lay in my sleeping bag listening to the only sounds left. The crickets, the frogs, and Max's slow breathing as she stood watch.

I tried very hard to fall asleep, but my nerves were too wired up. I lay there for at least an hour till I calmed down, close to the border between sleep and consciences, when I heard someone speak.

"Max?" the little sweet voice called as she silently hopped down from her branch.

"Angel! What are you still doing up?" Max whispered.

"I couldn't fall asleep." Angel sat next to Max, she quickly rapped her arms around Angel.

"Why?"

There was a silence.

"Angel?" Max asked concerned.

"It's about her." Angel stated.

"Violet?"

"Yeah,"

"What's wrong? Is there something she's not telling us?"

"It's not that she's is not telling us something, it's just that I don't know if she is."

"I don't understand."

Angel turned to her, and whispered very quietly, but I could still hear her. "When she was just out of the clearing, when she was watching us, I could hear her." She paused, "But then when she came out of the clearing, I had used my command voice, thinking she had come out because of that, but when she came out." She paused again. "Her thoughts were gone, and before they were sounding fuzzy.

"I couldn't hear her the whole time she was here, except when she was rambling and getting nervous. And then when she did that thing to Iggy, whatever it was, I physically felt a wall between my access to her thoughts, where before I felt only as if her thoughts were being filtered and nothing came out." It was silent, and I heard a little sniff. Max held her closer. "Max," she whined. "I was scared."

Max sat there, thinking this all through, and then her voice got really quite, so quite, I couldn't hear.

A wave of my sleep deprived feelings washed over me. My eyes lay closed, but I still tried to listen to what they were saying, but I passed the line of conscience and I was asleep.

Heads up! Next update wont be till this weekend.