Ok. Hopefully you've all read Icaria by now. (Sorry again Kimsa, Icaria was my inspiration). If u have not red it reed it. NOW!
Iggy: I can't. I'm blind.
O ya, I kidnapped Iggy
Iggy: I'm supposed to help with the story. Did you Hope—
IggyifyoutelliwillmakeyouMUTE!
Disclaimer: I don't own maximum ride. Or Icaria.
Claimer: I OWN HOPE AND THIS PLOT!
Thump. Right outside the door. I sighed. Another new experiment. Some whitecoat I'd only seen
like twice came in carrying/dragging an unconscious boy about my age. That explains the slamming noise. I watched his wings trail along the floor. Wait, wings? I wasn't alone anymore.
About 2 hours, later the winged kid started feeling around his dog crate. It was a freaking CAGE! WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW! At that moment, I saw his cloudy-blue eyes. This
tall, cute, strawberry-blonde kid was blind. (End every Icaria reference you can think of)
"Hey! Blind kid!" I yelled.
He jumped, hitting his head on the top of his cage. "What do you want?" he asked.
"To talk to you. I always thought I was the only bird freak in existence."
"You have wings too?"
"Yeah, they're pale grey with white speckles and about 10 feet across. I have blonde hair with
light brown and bronze streaks that reaches my waist. My eyes are hazel and I come to about
your … shoulder. I'm also wondering how someone my age ended up here.
"I was free once," he told me. "Just flying with the rest of my flock."
"Wait, there's more bird people?"
"Yep, the flock. We were kept in California. There's a School there. A few years ago, we broke out. We've been shutting down Schools and Itex branches ever since. Here was our next stop."
"Wait, Itex? What do they have to do with anything?" I asked.
The other bird-kid looked at me and said, very seriously, "There're trying to take over the world." I broke out laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"The way you said that," I choked out between giggles. "And the look on your face was great.
The door opened and I stopped laughing immediately. "What do you want?"
"υου κνοω ωηατ Η βάντ." the whitecoat said. The new bird kid looked confused.
"It's Greek," I told him. "I speak and understand most languages. He said 'you know what I want.' And I do." I turned to the scientist. "Η χατε υουρ γυτς." I turned back to the blind one. "Direct translation: I hate your guts."
He smiled lightly at my back-talking. "Will I see you later?"
"Defiantly."
When I came back to my cage I was exhausted. Greek freak had me had me holding an illusion for an hour .And if that's not energy draining than I don't know what is. But I couldn't sleep yet. Blind kid had other ideas. The second the Eraser left he started talking to me. I didn't want to sleep anyway. If I did, the nightmare/memory would come.
"What's your name?" the boy asked me.
"Hope Aquila. You?"
"Iggy Ride."
"Do you know where we are Iggy?"
"New Jersey."
Wow. The U.S.A
"Hope? Hope, are you ok?"
"Yeah. I just didn't know I was in the US."
"You didn't." Iggy said.
"No. I'm from Quebec."
"Wow. Canada.
And there is my second chapter.
(Muffled yelling)
Hope: Who's in the closet?
Ah…..Iggy?
Hope: Do I want to know?
Probably not. It involved violence…. and Duct Tape.
RnR for m&m's.