Memories
(A/N: This is not really accurate with the book's account, just my little oneshot of imagination.)
MAX
(Title of this memory: Fly Aways)
I grabbed at the iron bars of my crate. I flashed an outraged look at the nearest whitecoat, a man named Jeb. He smiled a warm 'hey, little girl' look at me, and I growled. He stepped back, then headed down the plain gray hall. The boy in the crate next to me reached through the bars to touch my shoulder.
"What did they...what did they do to you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. A lump formed in my throught.
"I have wings." I said in answer. His eyes widened.
"Me, too." He said, and I glimpsed black feathers behind his back. Next to him, another boy sat. His eyes were a milky blue, and he didn't stare directly at me.
"I'm Fang." The boy with the wings said, then he pointed at the boy next to him.
"And he's Iggy." he said. He said Iggy's name with a hard edge in his voice, as if something terrible happened. I looked between the both of them, ignoring the footfalls that were getting louder. I wrinkled my nose, smelling the sterile smell of a whitecoat. Fang smiled at my expression, his black hair falling into his eyes, which were so dark, and emotionless.
"Let's go." the whitecoat, Jeb, whispered. I turned, surprised. He unlatched my crate's door and then moved onto the others'. He pulled my hand, and I pulled away.
"Not without the others." I stated, crossing my arms over my chest. Jeb sighed loudly. He yanked my arm towards where the other winged kids were. The first room that was on our way out was the room for the little babies. I broke from Jeb's grasp and rushed in, finding the little blonde-headed winged baby, who I had named Angel. Her little white wings were no good for flying yet, but they were still cute. I cradled her a bit, then ran out into the hall, Fang's face contorted into disbelief.
"You grabbed a baby?" He asked. I turned her around, and he nodded in recognition of her avian traits. Iggy ran forward tentativly, as if the halls would close in on him at any moment. Jeb wasn't present, but he was coming with the other three kids, all younger than me.
(More to come with this mini-series of memories.)