C.H.A.P.T.E.R.S.I.X.

I think it's time I asked some of you to get out your dictionaries, and look up the word 'hopeless'. You should be able to see a dweebish blonde girl, with wings, and a sorrowful mope inside a crate. Do me a favour, tell her to get off her butt and try to liven up, because I think she may be on the verge of dying from lack of hope. Well, that is how she feels anyway. I mean come on, just an hour ago, she'd been told she's gonna die. Can you really blame her? Didn't think so...

It seemed as though everything dragged on, as if it seemed like I was travelling through time and space at a snail's pace. I had lost hope in escape, as I lay in my crate in utter silence, without a movement, and without a thought. Was there anything to think about? Really? Was there any point anymore?

I was told that I have two hours to live, and I'm stuck, locked up in a crummy dog crate that might as well have 'depressed freak with loser attitude' written across it in big bold blood red letters. Yeah, don't think I'm just snapping at you, but it's true. I feel like I've just had my heart ripped out, and you want me to think about something worthwhile? Seriously, wake up from that dream of yours, and come and join me in my bad one.

I was 'thinking' at first, and my mind was screaming at me 'go mad! Rage! Break this god damned crate to freedom!' I went on rage, and it did nothing but cause hassle for me and the innocent kids around me. That lasted about ten minutes, until I realised that there wasn't much point in this. I was going to die, and it was probably better sooner rather than later. I guess, this calmer reaction was a little better than my rage one. My heart was beating incredibly slowly, and my eyes were half shut, but it seemed as though I hadn't gone mad. Yet.

Although, right now I sound pretty angry, I think at this moment in time, I was at the part when I was mourning my own life. I've gotta say, looking back on it... It sucked big time... My name is Dream, when truly, I should've been called nightmare. If it wasn't for the having twenty needles a day, it was the dumb cages they put us in. I just wish that I could've lived to experience things like a normal kid. Eating chocolate ice cream and then spilling it down a white t-shirt. Running across fields and laughing in hysterics because I tripped over my own feet and began rolling down a hill like a buffoon. Going on holidays and meeting foreign people while attempting to understand what the heck they are saying and then trying to say something back. Going out, and building relationships, which could become, maybe a little more...

"Hey, Dream." I didn't bother to look over to the childlike voice calling me (Adele). There wasn't any point in making a friend when I would be leaving soon anyway. I mean, come on, spare their pitiful mopes when I die. Think about the children. "Dream, look at me." I blinked once, and then remained unmoved. She'd been doing this for the past hour, and I still hadn't replied. I thought she would've given up by now, but she really didn't stop. I was tempted to sit up to her and just cover her gob to shut her up. "Dream, please don't give up. You could still try to break out." I sighed, sitting up, and turning to her, my eyebrows lowering as I crossed my arms.

"No." I muttered bluntly, shaking my head slowly. I heard her catch her breath, and bit my lip. Maybe this will shut her up. "No, don't you see? If I manage to break out, then they're just gonna keep on coming back. Always chasing after 'bad' Dream, and always either trying to A, Hurt her feelings, or B, spill her guts." Spare poor bad Dream with the pathetic sob stories... "And to be honest, neither sound fun to me. So I figure, stay in a cage, get it over and done with. I don't need this crappy chaos that I've dealt with forever and always! I want out! ASAP!" My voice rose at the end. I bit my lip as guilt seemed to fill my mind. "Sorry Adele, I'm just a little bit on edge is all..." I sunk my head down below the cage, and then lay across it again, blonde curls stroking my cheek as I breathed slowly and faintly. I really am a horrible person. No, make that a horrible freak.

I wasn't listening, but I still managed to hear the grunts from her cage as well, as the sudden outburst of fury echoed around the room. "I thought you were better than that!" She squealed, her voice streaming with vengeance. "You come in here, acting all cool in front of Jetsam, and Robert, and now, all of a sudden, look at you! Looking pathetic in some stupid dog crate, which let's face it, a three year old without any arms could break. What would make you feel better? A blankey? Your teddy bear? A cup of hot chocolate? A freaking award for looking cool! Wake up! If you wanna break out, you've gotta do something like this;" without another scream, I heard a crash, and a snap coming from her way. My eyes enlarged, and my head shot up at once. I gaped at her with utter awe. I was dumbfounded. So that's why I liked a girl like her... Sweet looking on the outside, but with a fire in her belly, and taste for freedom. What a girl to meet in such a place like this.

And what a way to give you the audacity to break out of a living hell-house like this...

I whistled, as she clambered out of the hole she had just struck out from the crate, and then smiled in admiration. "That's one sweet bit of muscle you got there kid." I said, copying her moves, and smashing the door off of my crate. With ease, the door broke from its fixed position. I leapt out of it, and smiled down to Adele, my eyes wandering and looking for a good escape route. Why the hell didn't I boot that stupid door off before? Stupid Dream, you really are pathetic...

"Thanks kiddo. Next time if I look like a wimp and won't respond, go commando on me like that..." I grinned down to her, trying to show my gratefulness (Which I don't often do I might inform you) but... she was weirdly looking up to me, her eyes wide with fear. It didn't clock in to me for ages, but, with realisation at what I just said, I shook my hands about and shook my head. "No, not that kind of commando!" I said, blushing a little as I pressed my palm against my forehead.

Adele began giggling at my comment, and then grabbed my hand. I actually kinda love this kid, always smiling, not giving up hope, I could use a kid like her around with me, keep me in character... "Come on Dream, I think I know a way out..." She led me to a door, and fiddled with the handle for a moment, struggling and tugging at the door. "Dumb handle, more annoying than an elephant with a mouse by its feet." I grimaced when the door wouldn't budge, and pulled Adele back. Well, there goes the most obvious exit. Maybe there was a less obvious one?

For a moment, I just huffed to myself like I had just been sat on by Jet, not spotting another way out, but still keeping a rigid hold of Adele's petite hand. Was I giving up now? Hell no, there was no giving up. I was fighting on with Adele, and I was going to get her out, even if it meant that my death came an hour earlier than wanted. My eyes searched briskly, begging for another slice of hope like the one Adele had given to me for early eating. But it seemed my luck slices had been totally devoured. There was no way out.

Well, that was until I heard a strange noise from outside, kind of like a loud 'SHOOP' that might have made the halls look a bit windswept. Sounds like a good moment for the school. I wish I saw it... Unexpectedly, the door handle was twisting, and slowly moving forward. I put myself in front of Adele, raising my fists and fixing a glare on my cheeks. Whoever was behind this door I could presume would be bad news. And guess what, I was right.

The door opened fully, and I eased my fists a little, still glaring, but just a little less. It seemed as though there was a crumb of luck left... "Need a hand Blondie?" I scowled at that name, and ambled up to him, hand still knotted with Adele's. I gawped at him for a moment, inspecting his scratched up mug that had an annoying and smug smirk fixed upon it. He came back. He came back, for me? He could've just run, he could've run away with Iza. He got what he was looking for, but... Ace came back. And that made me feel a little special. My reaction you may ask? Well, what else was there to do? I slapped him around the face I did, and then snarled at him. No, it wasn't the reaction I was expecting either, but come on... What are you talking about? Of course he deserved it!

"Um, Oww!" He roared at me, holding his cheek with an outraged expression. Man, did that feel good.

"You deserve it you lying, maniacal, brainless Twat!" That also felt good. Amazingly good. I love having the occasional scream out, and apparently it felt even better when I was using it against him. I looked into his green eyes, while he meshed them within my blue. Without a second thought, I flung myself forward, and wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling my nose a little bit into his shoulder. "But, you deserve that for coming back." I mumbled, smiling warmly as I tightened my grip over his shoulders, and then pulled away to look at him clearly. He gazed at me, wordless and startled. But, it loosened, and then he smiled weakly back. Maybe he was an alright boy. I was unsure about what to think about him really. He seemed innocent, and everything seemed explained, but... you just can't tell in this world anymore. No one can be trusted at any point. Not even me. Well, I am vicious with my evil name and dark laugh. Mwahahaha ;)

Anyway, all in all, I was giving him a chance. A second chance anyway, and maybe he followed that by smiling.

"I might actually puke from cheese poisoning..." I turned my eyes down to Adele, her eyes squinted up to me. Yeah, she was right. That was pretty cheesy, and I feel a little nauseous from it myself. I ruffled my hand against her brunette hair, and then grinned down to her.

"Um, who are you?" I turned up to Ace again, as he pointed at Adele with his forefinger, whilst his eyebrows were arched below his dark fringe. Just as I opened my mouth to answer with an, obviously important statement, a door swished open. Would it be too much to ask if they opened the door nicely? And then we were pleasantly surprised, as guess who joined us? If you chose Santa Clause, then unfortunately, you're wrong. If you chose Erasers, well done, you have a brain...

"No time." I said hastily, grabbing Adele's hand and sprinting down the corridor. Ace wasn't too far behind us, and was darting swiftly, adding comments every so often about the erasers building up and catching up on us. You know what, I can't help but feel déjà vu at times like this. Just, running from Erasers, down a white hallway, fighting for freedom etc. Doesn't that seem strangely familiar...? See, maybe they just want me to run for freedom all the time. They've made kids do weirder things.

By the time we reached the end of the strangely clean hall, I kicked the door forcefully so that the door's lock wouldn't stand a chance against my big fat boot. I hauled Adele out, and then it daunted on me. I looked up at that wall. That steep, soul trembling wall. Can't go under it, definitely can't go through it. Guess that left one option. I flicked out my wings, and launched myself into the air without a running start, still clutching Adele's hand at first, but when feeling her wings brush against the back of my leg, I flung her arm up, and sent her higher than myself, seeing the brown wings on her back, tint and sparkle almost with red.

I stopped in mid-air, and turned my eyes back down to Ace, seeing him hold the door that was urging to be flung open and let out a hungry herd of erasers. "Oi! You! Come on!" I called down to him, my hands on my hips as I waited for him. You know, some boys are just so stubborn...

Ace turned his shiny green eyes up to me, and smiled a little, launching himself up as the door plunged open and erasers tumbled through the door clumsily. I smiled down to Ace, watching as he stormed up to me and then zoomed straight past. What an exit is that huh? Bird kids 2, School, 0. I'm liking this tally so far...

I turned my head away from the drooling erasers, and smirked. "Adios, fluffies!" I yelled, twisting my head back once and sending them a wink, before racing off after the others. Freedom, yet again, it was mine again. Twice in two weeks isn't too bad in my opinion. But, uh, I guess some credit is owed to Adele and Ace. I'll thank them later. You know, I really do need to remember about this 'thanking' business, I'm not used to it at the moment...

"Wait! Dream!" I flicked a glance back, seeing a panting beautiful eraser glaring up at me. I turned my head on him and caught up with Ace and Adele. "You and I are no different! We're the same!" I shook my head in disgrace and total disagreement. Sorry Jet, but I think you'll find that there are a lot of differences between us. Including the one about B.O. Use deodorant fool... "Dream!" He called after me again, but by now, I was side by side with Ace and Adele, glad to finally be away and with people like me. You know, the wings and all.

"Oh. My. God!" I looked to Adele, who was swirling in the air around and around. Not going off path, but turning in spot as she flew alongside us. She turned her chirpy eyes up to me, and giggled. "I didn't think it would be so easy to escape!"

I snorted at the comment, and shook my head. "Adele, King Kong in a tutu could break out of that hell-hole. He would just need the help of all his other giant monkey friends." I turned my eyes to Ace, his sparkling eyes focussed forwards as we flew, our wings flapping in sync. His face was stern, and broad, but seemed smooth, and supported his other facial features well. I smiled to myself, but then turned my eyes forward again. Well, I must say, I'm warming to an idea of travelling with these two. Maybe Iza too, if she's not secretly a demon devil child. Don't sound surprised, I have met worse...

I feel free again, and although it should feel like I've felt it all before... I'm not sure. Maybe it was the fact that I had been there, done it, but... There was a different kind of thrill today. Just, something to do with being able to laugh afterwards. I mean, who breaks out of a hell-hole school and then laughs about it afterwards. Yeah, I just came out of the school, where I have needles pierced into my skin, and drugs are forced to me daily, isn't that a hoot?

"Iza is down here," Ace said, pointing to a shady area under a cluster of trees. I nodded to him, and turned my eyes to the two of them, addressing both.

"Let's stay here for a while, and we can decide what to do next later on." I then dived down backwards, swirling through the air as I made my way down to Iza, who gazed up to me with a chirpy smile. A sweet one, sort of like the one Adele gave me when we first met. I smiled back to her, as I landed beside her, and gradually bent down to her level. "Good to see you're okay no-"

My words were cut short, as her arms were flung around my body, her breath brushing past my ear as she said, "Thank you. I don't know what I and Ace would've done without you. Just... Thank you." Her voice was tender and meaningful. Genuine, and... I don't know what the word is. Perhaps loving? At any rate, It took me by surprise, and I at first just held my arms ack. But I gradually eased and slipped my arms around the six year old squeezing her tightly, and feeling warm inside. Oh yeah, I think I can get used to this bunch...

A/N Heya peoplez! :D

And... I'll give you one attempt at guessing how I feel about this chappie... Yup, it sucks in my opinion :/ I guess, once I've done the first few chapters, I start disliking my own writting :( I guess it's natural but... There are no words, I always critizise my own work -_-

Thanks for reading, to all my reviews and please keep on reading! and remember, keep on reviewing, and I'll tell you the secret! :D

Lele

xoxo