Flock Feathers

by Sylvanna

A collection of oneshots for a collection of people. All pairings used at some point, or will be used. Pick a chapter title that suits your fancy, let me know what you think. (Note: the first chapter was written more than a year ago.)

37. Childhood

Childhood

Song: Good Life by OneRepublic

Fang

Looking back, before Jeb went totally crazy, my childhood was pretty great. Wild muscadines grew in vines in the backyard, over the tall, spindly pine trees waving in the warm wind. We would pick a purple-black shining berry and pop it into our mouths, feeling the warm sweet-tart juice explode on our tongues. We'd have spitting contests with the seeds, and Iggy would always win to our surprise. Then Max'd challenge us all to diving contests in the air, and I'd always win. But what she could always beat us at? Fighting and speed. Flying races, she'd always win. And when Jeb would quiz us on fighting and have us wrestle each other, I'd always find myself pinned to the cold basement concrete floor once again. Most times, anyway. When I'd learned a new move, she might fall once or twice.

But then she'd learn it and I'd be defeated again. But all in all, it was amazing. I never wanted to leave. Still don't. I've got the Flock (though they aren't speaking to me) and my Gang (they aren't too keen on talking to me, either) together, and it feels like childhood again.

Only with more people trying to kill us.