Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I don't own anything or anyone except for Ciel.

"Iggy?"

"Yes Ciel? Oh my gosh I was so worried. You just passed out and I didn't know what happened then Jeb came along and saw you and told me to help and I was worried. So, so worried. Oh my gosh. Are you okay?" I saw worry etched on his usually mischevious face.

Was I okay? I have no idea. Lately the flashbacks are getting worse.

"Jeez Iggy. That sentence could have rivalled Nudge's." Who was that? Oh, Max. Of course. Always the sarcastic one.

"Okay everyone. Scatter. Bird-kid getting slightly claustrophobic here." I shooed them all out of my face as I slowly sat up and scratched my head. They may have let me sit up but they were all still looking at me expectantly.

"What? Did I drool or something?" I wiped at my mouth. Nope. No drool. Why are they still staring at me?

"Well... What happened?" Brown chick said that. Um... Nudge. Yeah Nudge. The talkative one.

"Nothing. Just tired or something." No need in telling them.

"Why are you lying? You can tell us." Angel just smiled sweetly at me. Stupid mindreader. They piss me off.

"Umm... well this is awkward... I'm going to... go for a fly." I jumped up and ran out of that house as fast as my two genetically enhanced legs would carry me. You know how they say for every awkward pause a gay baby is born? Yeah well, we just had octopulets. That's eight twins for those of you who live in caves.

*MAX POV*

What. A. Freak. She gives mutant bird-kids bad names.

Max! Don't talk about her that way. She is so sad. You don't have to be mean.

Jeez Angel. Get out of my mind!

I pushed the little six year old mind reader with way too much unnecessary force. I don't give a crap how sad she is. No normal mutant screams then passes out then wakes up and acts like nothing happenned. Better than us my ass. Someone messed up her upstairs wiring.

"Wow Max. Way to be a real bitch." My head snapped up and found Iggy glaring at my forhead.

"What did I do?" I screeched. I was too taken back by him calling me that to correct him on his bad language.

"Angel told us all what you were thinking about Ciel. That's not nice Max. She is sad, and depressed. You can't think about her like that. It's just wrong." Nudge is chastising me?

"What? She is a freak."

"We're all freaks, Max" Wow. Even Fang is looking at me with disappointment. I don't like little miss sky. So what?

"I just don't like her." I grumbled before stomping off. Little Miss Better Than Us is turning my own Flock on me. Just great.

This is not Ciel's fault, Maximum. This is your own.

Shut up!

God. This day is going to suck.

Fang's Blog

Welcome you are visitor number 15,678,435. (You might want to double that number. Stupid counter keeps breaking)

Hey everyone. Fang here. Guess what? We got a new Flock member yesterday. Her name is Ciel (sky in French) and she is mine and Max's age. Another little tidbit of info, she is an assassin. Yup. One trained and bred to kill us. The twist? She ran. She didn't want to be one. Another thing, she might be clinically depressed and Max hates her. Like, a lot. I have no idea why though.

I better log off and talk to Max about it. She got pissy earlier.

Fly On,

Fang

*CIEL POV*

I have been in the sky for about and hour and am just turning back. I don't want to but hey, I got hungry. And I am not in the mood for fire-roasted squirrel. So I am heading back to The House of Embarresment. Now that's a keeper. I am definantly calling it from now on. It has a nice ring to it.

*Thirty min. later*

Breathe in, breathe out. Open the door. Walk in. Sit on couch. Not too hard. But as I land on the porch of The House of Embarresment I can't help but start freaking out. What if they have kicked me out? What if Iggy hates me? Crap. I can't do this.

"Ciel! You're back!" Really? God is laughing at me right now. Of all the kids to have seen me the mindreader had to have been the one. Well I guess that makes sense she could probably sense me coming from a mile away.

"Hey Ciel. I just made Mac 'n Cheese for lunch. Pull up a chair and fill your bowl. There is plenty." Okay, maybe I can do this.

Fastest way to a bird-kid's heart, food.