Chapter 5

As they walked through the streets on the town they could feel eyes watching them. Erasers. They were everywhere, obviously looking for them, but why didn't they attack? With a glance up at the sky, Mars saw there were Erasers circling above them like vultures. She grabbed Ginger's hand, "Stay close". Ginger was too busy staring at the dolls in the store window to pay attention to the Erasers who would tear her apart the first chance they got. "I want a doll," she demanded as Mars dragged her down the street. "No," she responded immediately, not really listening to Ginger. "But...ok," she was a good girl, she knew that 'no' meant no and didn't throw a tantrum like most children.

Mars noticed the Erasers standing ahead. He gazed at her for a moment, his eyes as black as his soul, then returned his attention back to his phone. Looking into the Erasers eyes made her uneasy. "On second thought, why don't we get one?" A huge smile spread across Gingers face and her eyes lit up. She pulled Mars into the store. As long as we're not out in the open anymore, she thought. Ginger ran around the store looking at the doll and toys. Mars peeked out the window cautiously; there was no way the Erasers were just going to let them go. When she glanced in the direction she last saw Ginger she wasn't there. In fact she was nowhere in sight. Oh no, she thought, they've got her. She frantically searched the store, how could she lose Ginger? She was just about to ask the lady behind the counter if she had seen the little girl, when someone tugged on her shirt.

She turned around and was looking down on a little Ginger holding up a rag doll. "Pleeeease can I have it?" Mars smiled with relief and ruffled Ginger's hair, "Sure". With her hair in a mess she glared at Mars with her adorable eyes. Mars' smile grew, she was so cute. She took the doll to the counter, "That'll be $20," the lady said. Mars handed the $20 over and gave the doll to Ginger. She squeezed it tight, there was no chance she was letting go of it any time soon.

Mars thought it was be best if they caught a bus, it was their only option left. They couldn't fly, they definitely couldn't walk the whole way, hitch hiking with a six year old was out of the question which only left the bus. At the bus depot Mars left Ginger sitting in the seat while she bought the tickets. When she returned, Ginger was still hugging the doll. The bus wasn't leaving for another two hours, but it was better than nothing. Ginger crawled onto Mars' lap, "I'm tired. How long until we get to New York?" Mars wrapped her arms around her, "Not long, I promise". Ginger soon fell asleep in her arms, dreaming of being together with the Flock again.

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I was half asleep; Alley had fallen asleep a while ago, when I heard wings flapping. I opened my eyes and saw the shadows of wings. At first I thought it was the rest of the flock, then I realised that there were twelve of them, six pairs, that was one pair to many. And the wings were attached to six children. They landed on the 34th, where we were, and their footsteps echoed through the floor. Alley woke and glanced at me, I shrugged my shoulders. She expected me to know who it was, how was I supposed to know? Did I look like a freakin' fortuneteller?

They scowered the area and came face to face with us. The boy stood there, "Umm... Max". Another boy, carrying a dog, and girl occupied by three younger children came into view. Alley and I sat there staring at them. They stared back. Who were they? They had wings, like us. Nobody else had wings like us. I reached into my shoe, where my knife was. Mars taught me always to have a knife on my persons, best advice ever if you ask me. Lesson #5. Alley sat up and observed their faces carefully, "It's alright," she said to me, "don't worry there not here to hurt us". "It's not them I'm worried about," I pulled the knife out and got up.

"Where are you-" Alley asked, but I cut her off. "Stay here," and walked off to check out the rest of the floor. There was someone else on that floor, I could feel it. I couldn't see so I was cautious with every step. There were footsteps to my right. I jumped to face a handsome dark figure... with a gun. He aimed it at me and I immediately reacted and kicked it out of his hands. He punched me and I went flying across the room, smashing some glass I went through. Because I was extremely light, it was extremely easy to throw me across a room. I quickly recovered into a crouching position, ready for another attack, but the figure was gone. It was almost pitch black and I could only make out movement, I couldn't see any actual figures, so I was at a disadvantage. I could hear them and only slightly see them. "Skinny! You alright?" Alley called. "Stay there, we're not alone". Something really big moved. "Err, can you get the torch. It would be very much appreciated". An old beer bottle smashed behind me. I quickly swivelled around to see nothing but pitch black. The moon reflected off the jagged glass. Someone was holding it. They came towards me; aiming to only injure me, not kill me.

I jerked to the side to avoid the shape edge. Grabbing his arm, I twisted it, forcing him to let go of the broken bottle. He swung his free fist at me; I ducked and knocked his feet from under him. He lay on his back, shocked that a fourteen-year-old mutant freak was able to take him down. He was about to get up, but I stood on his throat. He struggled for air, I just pressed harder. I didn't give a second thought when I applied more pressure, breaking his neck. He was an Eraser, why should I show him mercy when he wouldn't show me any? He wouldn't hesitate about killing me if he wasn't ordered to keep me alive, so why should I?

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