Hey guys! I guess it's been a lil longer than I thought since I last read the books. Sorry about messing up Total's name; I got it confused with Wizard of Oz. LOL! Special thanks to StarskyluvsFang14 for being the first reviewer!
Here's a short chapter to apologize! Hope you like it! More coming soon!
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I grab Angel's hand and squeeze it lightly, and slowly, we all join hands. There's a great stirring from within the swarm of robots, and then, almost gracefully, they begin to fall to the earth below. Some of them short circuit on the way down, some of them knocking others with them. What seems to be dozens of flyboys swarm in on the middle figure, and then spiral to the desert floor below, landing in a distorted, burning mess of metal.
We seize our opportunity and get away, flapping our wings hard and not looking back. Almost. Angel turns and stops, gasping loudly enough for all of us to turn as well.
All but three of the flyboys lay in the inferno on the desert floor, and we can just make out a great, beastly thing with huge, black wings, even darker than the likes of Fang's raven set. The three flyboys receive a splitting chop from their opponent and they fall from the sky like fowl shot from the air. I gasp at what I see emerge from the smoke they leave behind, not sure what to make of what I'm seeing.
I was right when I thought I saw a pair of great, black wings, huge and fierce, eighteen, maybe even twenty feet across, but what I least expected was the owner of these huge, powerful wings, so artfully trained. It's another bird kid, just like us; muscular and thin, only savage-looking and predatory. And female.
The girl couldn't be much more than a fourth of what her wings were, and her physique wasn't quite the same as ours. It was almost as if her wings were larger than ours to compensate for a great weight, to keep her aloft more easily due to a heavy frame. I was guessing she wasn't born the way she was now.
"Max," Angel tugs on my sleeve, "The girl is talking to me..."
"Wha...?" I say, puzzled.
"She knows I can read minds, Max. She's talking to me."
"What's her name? Why is she here? What's she saying?"
"She says she just escaped from the School, and that they sent her here to kill us."
