Life of an Average Bird Kid

by ianhunter

I don't own JP's story. Yo, I am Aaron. I may sound like an average kid, but we aren't, unless you are talking about an average BIRD kid. Yup, my FLOCK and I are here to survive. So I guess there is only this to say, Welcome to the Flock.

3. Chapter 3

Inkyu Kim

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Captured

It was about a few weeks ago when I almost got turned into Eraser food, still no powers. I was still not important to the group yet. I closed my wings as I landed. I helped set up the camp. We ate some food. Normal things we do everyday. "Aaron, you take first guard." ordered Jake as he laid down on his needle-pine bed. I nodded and sat next to the fire and stared into the woods. "Good Night."

"Good night Aaron." yawned Astrid and Mary. I kept staring into the woods. I bit into one of the energy bars we had. I chewed on the brownie while staring in the woods. I did this for a few hours (Besides the fact I finished the Brownie Bar). SNAP! I saw a shadow. I turned around to yell 'Wake Up!' TWICK! I felt a sharp pain on my neck. I reached for it. It was a dart. Immediately I fell down unconscious.

I woke up tied to a table with one of those giant lamps staring down on me. The light was blinding. I looked to my left and right looking for my flock. Nobody else was in here. "You woke up AT-487." I couldn't move my head. "We have you sedated and tied to a table, don't think you can get away."

"Wvt vo runt for e?" I asked.

"I don't want anything from you, we just want to update you on our profiles, did you develop any powers yet AT-487?" asked the Whitecoat.

"I jav a mame."

"What? You Jab a Maim?" the Whitecoat asked confused. "OH! You have a name! Of course you do AT-487." He started to piss me off, but what could I do? Some Erasers came and unstrapped me from the table and dragged my from hall to hall and threw me in a cell. I my head banged on the wall, what happened to my flock? Where the hell am I? What do they want from me?