Temptation
Song: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace
(A/N: I HEART THIS BAND...thank you to the power of a trillion for the whoever who suggested Over and Over for the 100th... :)
Angel
My stare was unblinking. This night was unceasing.
The nightmares were reoccuring nitid dreams filled with green-shrouded horrors and blood-splattered walls. I wrapped my wings tighter around my shivering body. The thought of Max drifted into my mind, how she would tuck me in every night.
Fury bubbled up inside of me. Max was nothing was an older bird-kid with a power complex, a desire to lead, to control. And that was something that I refused to let go without fighting. You could say I was a rebel. But the best part was that it wasn't well known until I chose to devulge it. That is true cleverness. I remained sweet and innocent in my bearing, plotting all along. No one ever suspects the little girl. I burst from my covers and bed, letting the icy cold assault my barely clad body. Forcing myself to move and keep frostbite at bay, I strung my wings on an invisible cord, drawing myself up and up. Flurries of cloud and ice smacked my skin. The wind was unrelenting.
I flew. I thought. I plotted. Control was my objective, my goal, my destiny. And neither Max nor Fang would stand in my way, if all went as planned. The weather was toughening me up to betray my adoptive mother...Maximum Ride.
But she never loved you, Angel.
My mini-voice, who I named Whisper, spoke into my mind.
Oh, Whisper, I think she did.
Whisper's usually oh-so-responsive response was absent in silence for what seemed like hours.
You were born for power. No one can stand in your way.
The twang of doubt pricked my mind.
I don't want to hurt them.
I was an ummovable stone in that. They would not be harmed. Even if they stood in my way of manipulative reign, they were the Flock.
They had raised me.
Why my mother had given me up was a mystery. Whatever the reason, I was experimented on. I'd often ask myself if I would ever go back and live another life. My wings begged for mercy in my physical body. I had pushed them too far. I spiraled downward, my hair streaming backwards violently. I landed in the middle of the woods. Dark shadows caressed my blond curls, and moonlight cast mottled gray shadows on the forest floor. An owl hooted, and the innocent tramplings of deer sounded like light rustling. Then the world tilted. My stomach fell in free-fall, and I blacked out.
Angel, you need to listen to me.
Whispers words were often persistent, even if I didn't dignify them with a response.
Yes?
You're wrong. The Flock is just a hurdle you need to jump over. If you knock them over in the process, so be it. You are the ultimate. Not Max.
I smiled evilly in my unconciousness. To be greater than even Maximum Ride...
Tempting.