Adapting to a new life. Chapter 8 (A good Deal?)
As Joe's last remnant of his little dream was chased away by the realisation of that he was awake once more with his mind still fuzzy. Although it was short, it was a fairly nice dream. The only thing he could remember was something about him waking up back in his cage back in his beloved country, He allowed his brain to focus and slowly but cautiously opened one of his eyes. Fake lights that were placed in corners of the room were dimly lit as he could see a small lake glistering from its reflection. More thoughts began to flow back to him like what had happened earlier and where he is...
"This is actually getting a bit repetitive if I must say" Joe mumbled to himself while using his wings to help him up.
He started to look around to see were he exactly was, there were many trees but it didn't take a genus to figure out that it was all fake but the little lake at the other side was real as he could see small waves form. Behind the fake trees the walls that surrounded him were painted to give him a sense that he was still in the forest the only problem he had with this is that it might of worked on a bird that enjoyed gambling its life in the wild but it made him feel very un comfortable leading him to back up further into the perfectly square shade hollow.
"I don't think I want to go down there..heck I don't think I can! because of my wings..." Joe said to himself as his back had now met with the back of the hollow.
After a long five minute of Joe thinking about doing what he didn't want to a mysterious noise could be heard that was getting louder and louder. Without thinking Joe swiftly slid over to a corner and tucked his head into his wings hoping that what ever was coming towards him wasn't going to spot him..But his hopes were all but gone as he felt the vibrations of a pair of talons land at the entrance and slowly began to walk inside making creaking noises that only intensified Joes fear and worry's. Just as the noise stopped he thought about actually bolting past whatever was in his presence and jump out.
"Please don't notice me, please don't notice me!" He thought to himself.
Just after he thought it couldn't get any worse he could feel air being blown onto his back.
"Hmmm what do we have here? "A male voice echoed around as he poked Joes back causing him to stiffen on the spot.
Suddenly Joe couldn't hold his words in any longer and tensed up...
"PLEASE DONT EAT ME! IM TOO YOUNG TO BEFORE DINNER!" Joe yelled at the top of his lungs which made the poking stop.
"Eat you? no I have no desire for that type of gruesome" The male said as he walked back at bit allowing Joe some space to himself.
Joe began to slowly remove his wings that were covering his face up only to see a white cockatoo with some yellow feathers on the top of his head, He seemed that he was full of energy despite the huge red bags hanging from his eyes. One thing that Joe found a bit weird was that he was wearing a green, white and yellow Elizabethan vest that surprisingly fitted him.
"So you really aren't going to kill me?" Joe said softly as he slowly stood up.
"No" The cockatoo responded.
"Then what do you want from me?" Joe asked while still vigilant.
"Judging but your reaction to this place and what you said there I believe that you don't like the wilderness" He asked.
"N...no its not that I hate the forests and all its just that im scared about being attack by wild birds" Joe corrected.
"Oh really, then I suppose your domesticated?" The cockatoo said while putting his wing near his beak.
"Maybe...yea" Joe responded.
"Where's your owner then?" The cockatoo asked another question.
"What is this...20 questions?" Joe thought to himself " He's Looking for me because I sort of got stolen and escaped from captivate only to be captures again and now I'm here" He said to the bird.
"Then maybe we can help each other out...I can get you out of here and help you find your owner but you must do something for me" Joe heard.
"Really you would do that!, YES what do you want me to do?" Joe excitingly yelled, feeling that he could trust this cockatoo.
"Okay then listen in I'm only going to say this once, we are in one of many rooms exactly like this and close by there are a family of 5 macaws that have been living here for some time now but they are originally from the amazon so they will most likely leave and go back but in the meantime it present an opportunity for me because I desire revenge...double revenge on them. I need you to help me get the two tallest ones by any means nesscerary and to make sure the smaller 3 don't interfere" The cockatoo explained.
"Why do you need to like...revenge on them?" Joe asked just to see if his reasons are justified.
"Long ago I was a famous star...with everything you could ask for whatever that be fame, ladies etc. anyways one day those macaws came and embarrassed me in front of my audience getting me fired in the process and when... When I was still sad and still able to cry over my career they once again mocked me, spat at me and worse of all...assaulted me leaving me injured so badly that I can never fly again" The cockatoo softly said with his wings spread out to reveal his feathers were all dis placed and small tears forming in his eyes.
Joe was in complete shock over what he had just heard he knew about how violent birds could be but...never so cruel. The fire in his heart began to ignite and hatred crawled into his head with some pity for the flightless victim that stood nearly crying in front of him. Joe looked down at the floor for a moment before looking back up.
"Fine then I'll help you" Joe responded with a very serious tone while extending his wing out for 'wing-shake' to seal the deal to which it was met with the cockatoos wing. "My names Joe by the way."
"I've had many names but you seem like a bird that can be trusted so you can call me...Nigel" Nigel said. "Right lets go and get this over and done with" Nigel said as he walked over to Joe.
"Your going to need to carry me when we need to fly places" Nigel told Joe.
"I cant fly, my wings have been trimmed" Joe responded with the same tone.
"What do you mean?, your feathers don't look trimmed at all!" Nigel shouted.
Joe looked down at his wings and saw that his feathers had grown back and looked perfectly normal, His face went red as he flew up a big allowing his associate to grab tightly onto his legs. Afterwards they both left the hollow.
"Wait how are we getting out of here?" Joe asked.
"There's a vent near the lake that leads to the main hallway, sure didn't you notice the small waves appearing?" Nigel asked.
"I didn't know what it was at all but how are you going to help me find my owner?" Joe asked.
"I know many 'friends' that can help you with that" Nigel responded.