Chapter 4: Chapter 4

I am so sorry I have updated in like forever. But there have been some minor setbacks like threats to my life and yes Fang did leave…. So.. on with the story?

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POV's thoughts

Angel

*Ciel POV*

Well… this is just awkward. Jeb all but bragged about me when I have to be the most jacked up one here. Yeah I have cool superpowers but I sure do have a jacked up life. Even though they treated me pretty well before I ran from my mission I still had my... um… depressed moments. The scars have started to fade and I haven't, self destructed, in a while. That doesn't mean I still don't have my little friends with me but I just haven't used them. But now with that Max chick glaring at me like I'm holding a gun to her little emo loverboy (Who I happen to know not to be emo. I can just tell) I am seriously considering it. I mean can I EVER get a break. The answer to that is a big fat NO.

Why are you so sad? Max is always like that with Fang. I think you are pretty cool.

Uhh.. thanks.

I shoved that little mindreader out of my mind pretty fast. I can't have her slipping up on my thoughts. Don't want cute little Angel to know. Maybe I can distract them with some questions.

"So, do you guys have any more questions for me? I will try my best to answer." I might as well get it over with. What's the worst they could do?

"Why do you think of hurting yourself so much?" Asked the oh so nosy Maximum Ride. Well that was a bad idea. Angel must have told Max. Blabbermouth.

*Max POV*

After learning how WONDERFUL this Sky chick was everyone just sort of sat and stared. She looked seriously depressed right now, like she is ragging on herself for being so stupid.

Max, Ciel is thinking about hurting herself. She thinks her life is pointless and that everyone hates her. Her thoughts are really making me sad.

Then get out of her head Angel.

Sorry.

So, that chick thinks of hurting herself huh? I am going to have to see her arms later. Maybe that is why she is wearing a jacket. But before when my mom was checking out her upper arm I didn't see any cuts on her wrist; but she did have a wristband on both wrists. I will find out later. No need to worry myself over her she might just be here to kill us.

"So, do you guys have any more questions for me? I will try my best to answer." Or maybe I could find out now.

"Why do you think of hurting yourself so much?" Well that was hardly subtle but I was curious so she can suck it up and just say.

"Are you still doing that Ciel? You promised me you would stop!" Jeb screeched at the wide-eyed girl. So she did this before. I guess she really is emo. And I thought the Flock had problems.

This girl has seen things so much more severe than you have ever dreamt of, Maximum.

So? Everyone has problems. No one should harm themselves over it.

You think that now, but if she shares her story you will realize that she had the right.

Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. Jeb stared at Ciel waiting for answers and all she did was sit there and open and close her mouth like a dying fish.

"Come on Ciel. Take off those wristbands. Let me see how bad they are." Jeb walked over to her and grabbed her wrist. All she did was stare in terror, like Jeb was about to uncover her darkest secret. But then again, he probably was.

"Oh my god Ciel! You could've killed yourself! What were you thinking!" I walked over to the now sobbing girl and glanced at her exposed wrists. There had to be at least fifty little scars on each wrist. They weren't very long or wide but judging by the stitch marks (she more than likely did herself) they had to be deep. This girl had problems.

"Ciel come with me. Valencia get her backpack and follow me." Jeb hung his head and took Ciel into the office upstairs with my mom following. All of the flock members just sat down and looked at everyone with shock, except Fang, he just looked a tad rattled.

"So? I say Flock vote. We keep her or kick her out." I had to see what everyone else thought. I, personally, thought that no matter how many issues this chick had, she was just too big of a threat and we couldn't have her around.

"I say we let her stay. I mean she has to be really sad or really lonely to hurt herself like that. I mean I would never do that, it would hurt too much. And everyone would be upset if I did and that would make me sad. So I couldn't do that. I mean if we kick her out she might kill herself and that would be awful and-"

"Thanks Fang" And of course all he did was nod at me I mean could he not just say you're welcome?

"Nudge has a point Max. I mean her thoughts were so sad. She thought that everyone hated her and wanted her gone which just made her want to hurt herself more."

"Yeah Max, Nudge does have a point. I mean I couldn't see the scars but judging by your guys' reaction they were pretty bad. And plus she might be handy in battle."

"Oh yeah Max! I saw into her bag a little and I saw some bomb stuff. She could help me and Iggy build some and she sounds like she would be a kick ass fighter too!"

"No cussing Gazzy. So everyone is for it except me. Fang?" He just nods. Well crap. I guess the freak with the disappearing wings stays.

It is the best decision Maximum.

I hope so. If one of my Flock members dies or gets hurt by this goon I am chopping of her depressed little head.

No answer. Whatever. She stays.

*Ciel POV*

Oh crap crap crap. Jeb knows and the entire Flock knows and has seen my scars. Now they all think I am a freak. They are going to kick me out for sure.

"Ciel, I am going to have to have you strip down to your underwear so Dr. Martinez can check the rest of your body and I will go through your bag to check for your… um… utensils." Shit. Luckily I didn't cut anywhere else so I can't disappoint Jeb further. And I might as well just tell him where my friends are so I can gain SOME trust back. He is going to have me on eagle eye for the rest of my life.

"They are in the black zip-up bag at the bottom. All of them." Yeah at the bottom of my black bag underneath my black, grey, and denim clothes. Now the black isn't because I am depressed it's because it serves a purpose. When I fly at night it is easier for no see me, it covers blood well, and, face it, black clothes last longer, and I look good in black.

After the REALLY embarrassing check up by Dr. M and Jeb going through every pocket of every cargo pants I owned I was done and really positive I would be leaving soon. And I was really liking the tall blonde guy. He was cute and had a pleasant, sweet smile.

Ciel! You get to stay. Everyone voted and you get to stay!

Well that's good news. Maybe I could learn my mystery man's name. Maybe this day might turn out all right. Just a tad though.