Consider this a gift (: It was also a special request from a reviewer, I give you flash backs from the past ten years, almost like a mini story? They are split between Max and the flock; you will be able to tell whose pov it is as indicated.
The song for the first scene is permanent by David Cook, give it a listen as you read it (:
The song for the next scene is pretend by lights
The other scenes go with hands by Jewel
Max's POV
It had been three months, five days, and three hours since the last time I had seen the flock. How was my heart at the moment you ask? Still aching, as usual. Tears slipped down my round cheeks.
Rough hands hauled me out of the anesthetic smelling white room. MY head rolled back and I shut my eyes. They dragged me down the halls and halls, and stopped in front of a room, tossing me onto the steel operation table.
Jeb walked in, fastening latex gloves onto his hands quickly. He swabbed the vein on my arm and inserted a long needle. I closed my eyes tightly and winced in pain.
"Okay Max, you know the drill," he motioned for the erasers to come get me. They smiled eerily and threw me into a dark room. That's when figures seeped into my blurring vision. Ten erasers. Good god, I swear they were trying to kill me.
When the last one feel I sat in a puddle of my own blood, wings hanging limply at my side, one arm disfigured, almost all ribs broken, teeth falling profusely from my mouth, and a long deep gash with scarlet sweet liquid drifting from it into my left eye. They entered, grabbed me, and dragged me to the operation room. They must have had to resuscitate me about five times, because I kept going into cardio arrest.
"She's the angel girl, she can't die," a few laughed to each other's comments. Push threw it, Max. You're doing this for them. The scientists would drag me back to my room and throw me on my cot. I fell asleep every night, dreaming of someday reuniting with them. I knew they were fantasies. There was no way I would ever make it out of this hell hole. It was permanent.
Angel's POV
"Fang, it's not your fault she's gone," it was the one year anniversary since max left us.
"Angel, get out of my head, and stay out of it," I knew he was just mad, but it still hurt.
"Fine Fang, what, just don't read anyone's mind anymore?" he looked up at me seething.
"Actually, yes. Why don't you Angel?" I swallowed back hot tears.
"I will, I promise to never read another soul's mind, ever again."
"Good," he sneered and walked out leaving me to break down in hysterical sobs. I grabbed my jacket and raced off to the dance studio.
Max's POV
Three years, three years since I've seen them, but the ache is starting to become less and less, I think I'll make it. Hopefully.
The days went by as I continued to be experimented on, the school created more erasers, newer versions at least, like fly boys. I hated fly boys.
Jeb would visit me, in fact I would just stare at him, more like glare at him for an hour straight, hatred filling my vision.
They tried horrible things on me; if I tried to escape they would torture me. In fact, that consisted of choking me until I went into cardio arrest and then resuscitating me, and then repeating the process. What a life, right?
Pretty soon I was just there to…well I wasn't quite sure, but I was no longer the object of affection, and experimentation on me happened less and less. At least one thing I was thankful for.
Fang's POV
Five years had gone by. The flock was changing. I was on bad terms with Angel. We went by different names now, and I attended college, Iggy was in culinary school, Nudge was growing up so fast, but she made friends easily, she was even head cheerleader for the last year of her high school experience.
Gazzy made the soccer team. Angel, well she was hard to figure out, in fact he wasn't really sure what she he did, he never really saw her, he was suspicious of the fact that it seemed like she would walk into town and be gone for long periods of time. She also went clubbing a lot?
HE continued on in life, and the flock was almost no more, no one went flying, and no one ever spoke of her.
Max's POV
I looked up into the eyes of my savior, Jeb. He rushed me out into the dimly lit hall way.
"Go Max, I've been planning this out for a long time now, don't look back." I turned to him, a look of surprise on my face. The cold night air hit me as stepped outside.
"New York," he looked into my eyes, with what seemed for the first time in my life, admiration.
"New York?"
"Your heart lies in New York." That's when the bombs went off, swallowing the school up, engulfing it in flames, along with jeb. I walked off into night, turning back to catch the eyes of my father as the last of the school detonated. He wouldn't die a monster in my mind. I stretched out my sore wings and flew off towards the only thing running towards my mind: New York City.
Alexa's POV
I walked down the street, tucked into my navy blue hoodie absently. A tall figure caught my attention. It was a girl, and she seemed so familiar, but at the same time so unfamiliar. That's when her chocolate brown eyes met mine, and a flash of recognition shot through them.
I turned and fled without a second thought, because something inside of me told me that I would only get hurt if I looked to deep into this girl. My instincts were always right too.
So you like? Just a short series of flash backs to help with the background of this story. Review (: