Following The Trail
Song: Paramore, Playing God
Angel
I've been told what to do all my life. Get up, do this, fly from the Erasers, run, stop, eat, sleep. and truthfully, I'm tired of it. I'd rather make the rules than follow them one more day. Max and the rest of the Flock keep telling me that I'm changing, getting power-hungry and prideful. Why not? I'm Subject Eleven. The one in the Flock that progresses with more powers than everyone except Max. The whole Flock trusts her, and so do I, but her kind of love-related weakness can't be tolerated in this enviroment. So what if she's older? I'm more mature in skills right now. Jeb underestimates me for the guy who has known me my whole life. No one really understands, not even my own brother. I'm all alone, and it's terrifying. Then in what position am I to lead? Well, Dylan's eight months old, Fang is gone; Gazzy, Iggy, and Nudge are all without proper guidance. That leaves me. The all-wonderful, amazing Subject Eleven. I know every School project by heart, including one with 8% avians known as Project Nyx. Even Max didn't know this, but the "tracking device" that she has allows me to monitor everyone's position. The people from the Nyx Project are flying over southern Georgia right now, trying not to get killed. Sad as it is for a 10 year old girl to say this, but I can relate. But wherever One Light tells me to go, I will lead them to. I'm just following the trail.
If only they knew.
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