Friends, Family, and... Feathers? Book One: Abducted By The Flock
Chapter Five:
"Woah. Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Time out! Did Nudge mention WINGS?" I ask, stunned. Wait a sec... I was on the THIRD FLOOR of the foster home. How. The. Hell? How'd Fang get up there?
I take a deep breath.
"You have TEN SECONDS to explain."
Fang nods. Moving swiftly, he lifts me off the couch and walks out on the porch.
"Would you STOP picking me up?" I shout, annoyed.
"No," he starts, "I don't want you to hurt your foot any worse. Now shut up and hold on tight."
With that, he hurls himself off the balcony, with me still in his arms. I let out a blood-curdling scream, unfortunately right next to his ear, and he winces.
Suddenly, were no longer free falling, but we seem to be going higher. WTF?
I lookup at Fang and see...wings? Yes, jet black wings, at least fourteen or fifteen feet across, somehow attached to his back.
Taking deep breaths and trying not to hyperventilate, I gaze around, taking in our surroundings. Holy shit, we're really flying!
Unexpectedly, somebody pokes me in the back. Hard. Shrieking, I crane my neck around to see Nudge, cackling. Tawny-russet wings hold her aloft beside Fang.
"Don't do that!" I hiss.
"How come?"
"Cuz it hurts! I have a couple scars on my back, and you just jabbed your finger between them!" I say grumpily.
The two of them turn to see the tops of two vertical scars sticking up above my tank top.
"How far down do those go?" Fang asks. In response, I lift up the bottom of my shirt so they can see that the scars end just above my waist.
Fang whistles and motions with his head for Max to come over. Her wings are brown and white and tan and all sorts of colors.
Nudge gestures to my back and she takes a glance at it. Her eyes widen.
Max, Fang, and Nudge's eyes all meet and Max gives a quick, somewhat discreet nod.
Without question, Fang soars up several hundred feet. Nudge and the little blonde girl (I thinkMax called her Angel) follow. Max seems to be positioning Iggy and Angel's brother (I still haven't caught his name yet) about twenty feet above the ground, directly below us. Then she swoops up to meet us, nodding at Fang.
"I am so sorry," he whispers in my ear.
And then he let's go.