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Crimson POV
Naming the capitals came nearly impossible since none of us had actually any normal education experiences. So in short, we were all just naming random names to random states. We're not stupid, we do know all fifty states... just not all fifty capitals. The younger ones had fun, and the looks on their faces just seemed to brighten up everyone else's moods. Everyone seemed surprised that Fang had actually said something, and to me. But I didn't say anything about it.
Right now everyone was just enjoying the wind around us as we flew. Angel and Nudge were doing twists and turns with wide grins on their faces, while giggling themselves silly. Gazzy was going off about different types of bombs him and Iggy should plan on making soon. By the looks of Max's face, she didn't like that plan a bit. That just left Fang and I. He probably thought I didn't notice it, but I could feel his stare every once in a while. But I just brushed it off, thinking that he's just keeping an eye on me.
I got tired of thinking that he looked familiar to me. It was just my idiotic side speaking. Everything about it must be nothing. If that nothing were to be something, well, I can handle it then. But right now I just want to enjoy my freedom. No one ever knows when your freedom can be cut short and be taken from you. Everyone here, all our freedom was taken away from us right when our moms gave birth to us. And this is my chance to possibly take mine back. Maybe even have a family with the Flock. But I knew, deep in my gut, that something's about to unravel. But I'll be ready.
"Max, can we land soon? Nudge and I are hungry and tired." Angel asked. We have been flying for a whole day so I wasn't surprised when that question was spoken. Max looked deep in thought, contemplating about wheather or not we should land. Eventually, from a silent conversation with Fang, she nodded her head.
"Alright, we'll stop in the next city, in the trees." I felt a slight envy towards her for some unknown reason. I guess it's because she can have that deeo connection with Fang. But why did I care? I barely know any of these people. I narrowed my eye brows and looked down towards the earthy ground. Sheesh, we're up high. Being trapped inside the School I was never introduced much with the heights and the flying. So when I looked down, I couldn't help but feel a bit queasy.
Angel, oh bless her, seemed to notice my uneassiness since she spoke up. "Max, can we land here. The town is small, but it can do, right?" Angel asked in her innocent voice. Max just nodded in responce while she examined the trees below. We all angled our wings and decended down slowly. Beside me, to my right, Fang was doing this all so gracefully. Fascinated I angled my wings the way he did, and soon we were both going down gracefully.
Fang POV
She actually did it. It even took Nudge longer, but Crimson seemed to be able to do in a matter of seconds. She was able to fly with the same grace as me and the hawks by just looking at the ways I curved my wings. And just by that, she was a pro. I kept a straight face, but secretly I was amazed at her capability. She's a quick learner, huh, Fang? Angel's voice floated into my head. I looked forward.
Out of my head, Angel. I thought back to her. I picked up something that sounded like a, 'Just like you.' before I answered, but I wasn't sure.
When we landed everyone sighed out with relief. Everyone except Max, Crimson, and of course me. I saw that Iggy was starting to make the fire, so I walked over to help. Angel and Nudge were chatting about God who knows what, Gazzy was fiddling with something with his back turned to us, while Max was scoping out for any possible signs of danger. Crimson seemed to be doing the same, but more discretly.
Suddenly Nudge and Angel skipped over to her, both with wide grins on their faces. "Crimmy," Spoke Nudge. "do you know if you might have any family?" That question made everyone want to listen on. To everyone else they wouldn't have seen the flash of surprise and saddness upon hearing that.
"Um, no." She sounded so sure, but I caught the twinkle of hope that sparkled in her eyes. Hope that there might be someone out there, someone who is her family. Just someone. We all hoped that. I know that I'm the only one that noticed, but why? Maybe it's because you do the same thing, too, Fang...
Angel, what did I say?
I immediately put my wall up in my head, and made sure she wouldn't be able to catch anything, anymore. But can she be right. Maybe... no.
"Nudge, Angel, it's time to eat." Max interrupted before Nudge asked anymore questions. By now the fire was going, the sun was down, and everyone was gathered around the fire, staying close to keep warm since it was starting to get chilly. Max passed around the left over food we had, and we all ate a greedily. It was totaly silence other than everyone else's munching.
After eating we stayed up a bit to just chill and talk, but eventually we had to go to sleep since we were going to get up early so we can finally get to Dr. Martinez's house. I wasn't so sure about her, but if Max seemed to truse her with her life, then I guess I'll go with it. Max decided to take first watch, me second, and Iggy last. Before we all settled down, Max pulled me aside.
"Fang, I want you to keep an eye on Crimson. Nudge is too nieve at the moment, Angel is too young, and Iggy is... you already know the answer to that. Plus, Gazzy is planning something and is too busy to notice anything. Fang, you're my right hand man, so trust you on this." She gave me a 'no nonsence' look, but not as hard as the ones she gives the kids. I gave her a nod, and she gave me one back. When Max says to keep an eye out, she means to keep an eye out. And by the look she gave me it seems like I'm 'bunking' next to Crimson tonight. I'm not so sure about that.
Crimson POV
It seemed that everyone was ready to go to bed so I rested upon a tree trunk, laying my head back on it. There was a gust of wind which made me bring my knees closer to myself. I wasn't in the best clothing to keep warm at this point. But it was way better than the original clothing the School had given me. I had run into a small camp, and desperate to find better clothes other than shorts and a small cami, I rummaged through the clothing while the residents of the camp were somewhere away.
Apparently there was only one girl staying there, so I was stuck with that. Sadly, they girl's size was somewhat smaller than mine, so her clothes were quite fitted. All I could find was a dark grey tank, black ripped skinnys, and a thin black jacket. The jacket hid some of my curves making me feel a bit better, but it was still quite like the others, fitted. Ugh. I stuck with my converse since I didn't find any other pair pf shoes, and after I just fled away from the camp.
I pulled the jacket around me more, and snuggled down into a comfortable posistion. Then, I heard almost silent, soft footsteps coming my way, and I felt my back stiffen waiting for something to happen. Suddenly a pair of black converse just like mine - also very battered and beat - appeared in my vision. Fang. It was just Fang.
"Lemme guess, Max said to keep an eye one me." I muttered not bothering to look up. Fang settled down next to me and placed his ebows on his knees exhaling.
"Yep." He answered. It was silent and all you can hear is the steady breathing of everyone else. Well, except Max, Fang, and I. The silence between us wasn't awkward. It seemed normal. After a while Fang decided to break the silence. I hadn't wanted to go to sleep, fearing the nightmares might start. So I was gratefull for Fang to start talking.
"Crimson?" He whispered.
"Hm?" I mumbled, not bothering to look up.
"Don't worry, Max won't hear us from here if we stay quiet." His voice was soft and quiet so I knew he was serious. "But, eventually, she'll ask about your past, and she wont be so gentle about it. So..." I understood where he was coming from. He knew that Max wouldn't be light on asking the questions, and he just wanted to make sure that she wouldn't make my wounds, that we still there, wider. And by doing so, he had to hear it for himself.
Did I have to tell him? No. Should I tell him? Probabaly. Did I want to tell him? I have no clue. "Where exactly do you want me to start?" I whispered. By the way his voice faltered just a second, made me think that he was surprised that I chose to tell him. Honestly, I was kinda surprised too.
"From how it all started... what happened, if you don't mind. Max will make sure she knows everything." I thought about how I was going to do this. I wasn't very used to talking to people, especially about this type of topic. I took a deep breathe and started.
"Like everyone else at the School, I was there since birth. I was experimented on and tortured just like everyone else. But it seemed like I was their favorite one to torment. They just wouldn't stop." I refused to think about the memories. I kept my eyes staring straight ahead of me, afraid that if I closed them everything would start to flow towards me again. "The Erasers were brutal, and sometimes the Whitecoats would join them. Other than the excrutiating things they'd put me through, they always added on to my torture.
"They'd bring up my mother..." 'She tried to kill you while you were still in her stomach.' An Eraser's growl echoed in my head. "Useless, piece of shit, a nothing, ugly, FREAK, virman, disgusting, peasant, GOOD as DEAD, they would say. But the list would go on and on." Their laughter, their growls, their sanp remarks. They wouldn't stop. "It didn't stop there. Not only would they say things, they would do things. There claws would scar me," suddenly a balled up, hair, long clawed fisted was flying towards my head, and I flinched away from it. "their fangs would be chomp on me, puch me around, bust my guts in, smach my head, knock my teeth out...you name it.
"Rearly the Whitcoats would take pity and give me new clothes so I wasn't wearing my own blood." I was laying in my own blood, and it was making me sick. The taunting laughter around wouldn't stop. Niether did the kicking. More blood. "But that's all they'd do. I'd be laying in a pool of my own blood. Crimson red... that's why I named myself that." My voice started to get scratchy, but I refused to let the tears to well up. "I got to see my own blood so many times... I guess I got used to seeing it.
"Everyone there made it quite clear that I might as well be dead..." I curled up tighter. Visions of everything I experience were slowly seeping out. I balled my fists up; determined not to listen to the growls, or focus on the claws coming my way. "They made me feel dejected, unwated, useless...dead."
"Sometimes I wished I was.." My voice was barely audible to me,so I was surprised that Fang had heard.
"Don't say that." He snapped. "Those words mean nothing, you me? Those don't count at all. You know why, because those words are coming from them. They don't hold any meaning. You actaully can have a future, they can't. They're stuck in that hellhole, and are never getting out. The Whitecoats only have them, because without them, they would be less than nothing. Don't let their words haunt you for the rest of your life. Erasers are disgusting, ugly, stupid beasts that can barely walk evenly. Whistecoats are monsters that love destroying the lives of innocent children. They are the disgucting, useless, ugly, FREAKS, not you, not anyone else."
His voice softened. "Crimson, you're not alone anymore. You aren't a 'nothing' and you're not good as dead. If you weren't here, the youngsters wouldn't have another buddy to hang with and talk to. Nudge and Angel practically already consider you as a sister. Iggy and Gazzy are warimg up to you pretty quickly. And Max, well, she'll come around. And me, I'll make sure that you will never feel the same way as you did in the School ever again. You have the Flock fighting right by your side now. You have a family now."
Other than the fact that that was proabably the longest this Fang has ever spoke in his whole life, I was touched. He sounded to sincere and determined. He had to be telling the truth. He meant every single word he said. A flurry of emotions were buzzing inside me, but I was able to figure out what most of them were. Gratitude, relief, and happiness. Without even trying to stop it, my first ever, real genuine smile formed on my face. It felt kinda foreign to me, but you know what?
I kinda liked it.
"Thank you, Fang." I whispered. He placed a tender hand on my arm.
"No problem." He answered softly. "Now go to sleep." We bothing said goodnight to each other, and I fell asleep with Fang's comforting hand on my arm, and a ghost of a smile on my face. I can finally go to sleep happy, and knowing that their are people out there that do bother to take care of others.
Max POV
I narrowed my eyes angrily at the last two people to be awake. Fang actaully look happy! He even had a smile on his face, and so did Crimson. There was happiness in her eyes and she didn't bother to cover it this time. What were they talking about? What did she say? What did he say? Questions kept forming themselves in my head, and each one made me more angrier.
Who was this girl? Why did Fang seem familiar with her? What the hell is going on here? Fang always tells me everything, but right now it seemed ever since this chick came along he's been hiding something. Even Angel wasn't able to get anything. Fang's hiding something, and he doesn't want to tell anyone, and it looks like he's not going to until he finds out what the hell it is.
Fang had actually talked to her. And by the looks of it, it was a very long talk. They knew, even with my super hearing, that I couldn't hear them. Ugh! This is so frusterating. Why were they both smiling? Fang doesn't smile. When I studdied their smiles, new questions started to explode. Their smiles...they're the same. No, that can't be.
I looked closer, and I was starting to get a headache. They both have the same skin color, same hair color, same wing color, even personality... The only difference I can desipture is their eye color. Her's was bright icy blue, while Fang's was obsidian. BUt it seemed that even wwith different eye color, they both held the intensity, and mysteriousness, also something I was never able to catch from Fang.
I glared at the hand on Crimson's arm. Fang looked sincere and determined about something. But what? One things for sure; we're making it to dr. Martinez's house for sure, tomorrow.
I'm going to find all this out. But one thought was haunting me. 'Can they be related?'
Crimson POV
We all woke up early the next morning, right when the sun was about to rise. There were grumbles and moaning, but eventually everyone was awake. Nudge gave everyone cheerful good mornings, so did Angel, Gazzy was still grumbling, and Iggy was getting out tiny snacks for us to eat before we were up in the air again. Max looking very deep in thought something, and I sometimes caught her switching her stares from Fang and I.
I decided to brush it off before she realized that I was staring. I took a seat between Fang and Iggy. Fang gave a nod good morning and I returned one back. Iggy said a quick good morning and resumed softly, and silently asked him 'what is it?' and he just smirked and turned away. I rolled my eyes, and thanked Iggy when he passed me my the food. There was a slight pink tint to his cheecks and I wondered why. Fang had a small smirk on his face and didn't notice I saw. I elbowed his side,
I didn't miss Max's glare before we were in the air again.
3rd POV
The Flock flew for who knows how long. The two youngest girls were doing twirls and loops in the air, just like they were before. Iggy and Gazzy were in an intimate conversation about different types of bombs. Max and Fang would once in a while start in a short conversation, but then would stop. Crimson stayed off to the side contemplationg wheather or not to confront Max. She chose that she would.
She was hesitant but pushed herself into flyinf over to Max. Fang, who knew what she was planning on doing, was watching intently
"Max?" Crmson spoke to get her attention. Max's head turned towards her.
"Yes?" She almost snapped. Crimson was unfazed at her atitude.
"Look, I know that you don't trust me -"
"You're right." Crimson tried not to roll her eyes, as did Fang. Max was staring straight ahead, chin up high.
"And I know that we started on the wrong foot," Crimson was starting to get uncomfortable with all the talking she was starting to do. "but Iwanted to change that. So I went over here to see if we can start over." Crimson was very sincere and she made sure Max knew that. Max on the other hand was very surprised that she chose to aproach her instaed of being a brat about it. She slightly approved of her desicion.
Max looked at Crimson, who was flying silently next to her, waiting for her answer. Max decided that the girl wasn't that bad, and maybe she would actually have a normal relationship with her. "Sure." She finally answered. She even offered a small smile, Crimson nodded back to her, but Max was used to that since Fang would do that same thing... Fang on the other hand was surprised that Max handled all that well, but deep down, he felt reliefed... but, why?
"Crimson." They re-introduced each other, and crimson offered her hand.
"Max." And she took Crimson's hand, and shook. They had a normal conversation, but Max did most of the talking. Just like she did with Fang. But that just made her think about their similarities with her and Fang even more. Fang noticed this and flew up to Max wwhile Nudge was chatting Crimson's ears off.
"Hey, what's up with you?" Max turned her head towards him, with a dazed look in her eyes.
"What do you mean." She tried to sound innocent, but Fang wasn't buying any of it. He rolled his eyes.
"Max, you know what I mean." Max didn't want to tell him, but she knew that he'd pick up on whatever it is eventually. It is Fang here. She gave a sigh and looked down, focusing on the ground below.
"Have you noticed that you and Crimson have a lot in common?" She made sure that the subject of the conversation wasn't able to hear them. Fang looked over at Crimson then nodded. There was a confused glint in his eyes, but almost instintly it was gone. "Well, did you also notice that you guys look a lot alike?..." Fang turned his head away from her. He knew that eventually this'll turn up. But he was just wishing it wouldn't come so soon. He nodded again. "Fang, I know you know what I'm talking about." Fang did know, but he didn't know what to say. She said she already knew, but what was Fang supposed to do?
"Yeah, we look a lot alike, and we act alike...but..."
"But, did it ever occur to you that you guys can be related?" She hissed. That did occur to him, more than she'll ever know. It occured to him ever since they met. When he tackled her in the woods, the Flock wasn't able to see her and he was the only one who did. The way she hated talking, her choice in clothing, her attitude, the way she looked. Also, the way he can read her emotions because he hid his just like her. The way he can talk to her, and the way she talked to him. It occured to him so many times. But all he need was valid proof. That's why he was planning on having a talk with Dr. Martinez.
"So it did occur to you." It was more of a statement than anything else. Clearly Max was miffed that he hadn't say anything. But Fang had his own things to be miffed about. He was stilled pissed off at the Erasers and Whitcoats for what they did. Sure, all of them were. BUt Fang was beyond that point ever since Crimson had opened up to him and had told him what they had done to her. It was kinda scary how he already had a brotherly protectiveness over her.
"Why didn't you say anything Fang?" Max was now steaming, but she had to hold it all in since they didn't want an audience. Fang didn't answer, which drove Max even higher. "Fang. Answer. Me." She didn't entirely know why she was this mad. But it probably has to do with the fact, that her best frind failed to tell her his suspicions.
"I wanted proof, first." He mumbled very quietly. It took all his will power to not yell back at Max.
"What?"
"I wanted proof, first." He said a bit louder. Max squinted her eyes. she was missing something here. Something he wasn't telling her to sum it all up.
"What aren't you telling me Fang?" He didn't answer, yet again. "Fang. What aren't you telling me?" Before anything else can happen, Iggy decided to yell out the one thing that everyone wished wouldn't happen, especially right now.
"Erasers!" Right then, everyone was in action.
Crimson POV
Right when Iggy had yelled out that one word, everyone was ready, and so was I. It's not that easy to fight in the air as the ground, but we'll still kick butt. Well, I'm hoping. As if on cue three dozen Erasers were flying towards all clearly ready for a fight. And I recognized all of them. Adrinaline started to course through my viens and my muscles tensed. The head Eraser A.K.A, Ari, looked straight at me. His fangs bared in a wolfy, yet ugly, smile. I fought off a flinched, while the others laughed.
Things never changed. Their laghter was still the same. Taunting.
"Well, if it isn't Crimmy." I glared at him. I don't mind when Nudge uses that nickname, but it sounds revulting when he uses it. "Looks like you found the Flock." Then he looked at the rest of the Flock. His eyes landed on FAng. His eyes widened a fraction and his smile grew even bigger, but his eyes had some sort of glint, making me have an involuntary shiver. "Oh. Look at this. A family reunion." ...What? He looked between FAng and I, he still had that idiotic smile on his face that I was so tempted to punch off. What was he talking about?
"Too bad you're still useless." I balled my fists up. Some of the Erasers started to advance on us. "You're still going to be unwanted, ugly, and a FREAK." My tough exterior started to falter as visions started pouring in, the pain started to surface. The Erasers were getting closer now. "The Flock will leave you all alone. None of them will want you." There was a pang in my heart at the words that were escaping his mouth. I casts my eyes down so no one will see the emotions gleaming in them.
"Who would ever want her?" One Eraser chirped up. I recognized his name to be Zac. I could practiaclly hear the evil smirk that appeared on his face. Ari gave a chuckle.
"Good question, Zac. Her mother didn't want her," I couldn't stop the flich. It was becomming very hard to breathe properly since I was holding every emotion I was feeling in. Tears wanted to escape, but I didn't want them to. I didn't want to give them even more staisfaction than I already have. I can feel my skin break from where my nails had cut them from my balled up fists keep me from breaking. But I ignored the pain because it wasn't as bad as the pain Ari's next words brought. "now her own brother won't want her."
And that did it.
With a roar Fang lunged right at Ari's throat. That caught Ari off gaurd and it didn't prepare him when Fang threw a rib breaking punch to his stomach, and kick to the jaw, an elbow at the spine, and a roundhouse kick to the face. For one split second everyone was stunned to even move. Ari was falling towards the Earth to beat to flap his wings. Fang was to pissed to hide the pure anger and hatred he was feeling.
Everyone was waiting for the moment where Ari's body would make contact with the gound below. But that moment never came, because he was able to recollect himself and fly, as best as he can, back up. A look of pure furry that mirrored Fang's was plastered on his face.
"Oh, you're going to get it now birdie." He snarled. But instead of going towards Fang, like everyone predicted, he lunged at me. God knows how this is going to end. When he lunged, everyone else did.
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