LaughingLlama: Here's chapter two! Read, enjoy, review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. I just make sure that there are enough chocolate chip cookies for the Flock!
Skie's POV
I must have not died, because I faded in and out of consciousness. The first time, I found myself in a bed in a white room and the lingering smell of antiseptics in my nose. I blacked out as a nurse came into the room. The next time, there was a Hispanic-looking woman sitting in a chair next to my bed. A concerned look crossed her face. "How are you feeling?" she asked. I didn't have time to answer because I went unconscious again.
The third time was different; this time, I stayed awake. The woman was still in her chair and a bunch of kids were standing near her. There were three girls: a tall brunette, a little blonde girl, and a dark-skinned one; and three guys: a blue-eyed, blonde-haired boy with a cowlick, a stern-looking black haired one(who, I must say, looked pretty hot), and a lanky, strawberry-blonde boy. I caught myself kinda staring at the hot, dark one, and the brunette must have seen me staring too, because she glared daggers in my direction. He's mine, her eyes said. I'm, pretty sure if the daggers were real, they would have impaled me.
"Oh, good. You're awake," the woman said. "I'm Dr. Martinez. How are you feeling?" The truth was, I felt like my head was splitting open and my back was on fire, but I lied.
"Fine," I say. She shook her head.
"You are not fine, not after getting such a nasty wound on your arm and falling out of the sky."
I sighed; "You want the truth? I feel like I was tortured, died a particularly painful death, and then resurrected in an even more painful way," I spill.
"It's natural to be in pain after what you went through," the doctor said.
The dark-skinned girl blurted out, "Hiya-I'm-Monique-but-everyone-calls-me-Nudge-why-are your eyes red-I-think-your-hair-is-pretty-Angel-said-you-were-one-of-us-is-that-true?" She said everything so fast that I could barely keep up.
"Nudge, don't bother her with your questions, the poor girl just woke up," the doctor admonished.
"That's okay. I haven't talked to anyone in a long time," I replied. I struggled to sit up; pain lanced through my back and shoulders as I did. "My name is Skie," I start.
"That's a pretty name," the blonde, Angel, said.
"I'm an albino; that's why I look the way I do. And what do you mean by 'one of us'?
"We're bird kids. You know, winged freaks," Max explained. She and the others spread out. There was a rustle and a blast of air and I was staring at six pairs of wings. Her's and Gazzy's wings were brown, though Max's had white accenting feathers. Fang's were black, Nudge's were tawny, and Angel and Iggy had white wings like mine.
"Well, in that case, yes. I am a winged freak." I put extra emphasis on that last word, because that is exactly what I am. A freak. I grimace as I shake out my wings: ivory white with a span of 13 feet. Dr. Martinez gasped.
"Your wings are beautiful, Skie."
"T-thank you," I manage. I don't get complimented daily. I mean, I've been shut up in a cage in some sort of nut house. The closest thing to a compliment at the School was I'm looking forward to dissecting your brain. "How long will I be here?" I ask.
"A few more days, maybe a week," Dr. Martinez says. "The wound in your arm is deep, so it will take a little longer to heal. You might have to take physical therapy." A week? I was probably going to go crazy by then. "We should let Skie rest for now. You can visit her later," she told the kids. They filed out of the room with the doctor.
Iggy lingered behind before saying, "I like your whiteness." Then he walked out of the room, leaving me with my jaw hanging open and a killer headache.
My whiteness. He likes my whiteness, I thought. What is that supposed to mean?!
LaughingLlama: Sorry, no Iggy POV in this chapter. Anyway, please review. I am open to any advice. Thanks:)