AUTHOR'S NOTE: Should I have Onyx help the Flock or not? Check my profile for the Poll, and answer! Review and tell me your opinions, too please, because I really need some tips and such! Okay, here is the chapter!
Chapter 7: Onyx's POV
I manage to draw myself out of the flashback before the Eraser bots notice me. The bird children are fighting hard, but their struggle is weakening. They know that they don't stand a chance. In my opinion, no reason to stop fighting, but, it was their funeral, I guess. Aside from the two bird kids I had seen so many years ago, four others had joined them. As a tall, redheaded one spun around wildly in a circle, I caught a glimpse of a small dog, furry and black, squirming anxiously in his arms. Strange, but not that important. Or at least I think.
The Eraser robots could—no, would—see me very soon. If that happened, I would no doubt be killed. But the flock of bird kids needed my help. I knew that I could probably take out a good chunk of the robots for them. On the other wing—(ha, bat pun. Get it? Other—never mind)—the robots' screeching had driven me crazy from a distance of ten miles. Here, barely a hundred feet away, it was unbearable. How bad would it be from ten feet? The sense of danger coming from my feral side told every cell in my being to flap like mad and hide in another cave. Something in the back of my mind told me that it would only be right to help out the Flock. The sense of pity that I felt when looking at their hopeless expressions tore me in half with the side of me that wanted to get out of there.
Stay or go? Fly away or fight? Run and hide? The two halves of myself fought over themselves. Stay?