Loss
Song: Apologize by OneRepublic
(A/N: Sorry for pretty much vanishing for a few weeks there. Forgive me? Also, I'm working on the requests sent in by MESSAGE. Have a request? Message it!)
Angel
I fingered my knife impatiently. The thin slices of the blade seemed to soothe, to serenade me into rational thought again.
Shrick, shrick.
The tip made two deeper cuts, and crimson welled up onto my palm. Hastily, I stuck the effected area into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the gapping flesh, tasting the metallic tang of blood. A lady clopped up to me wearing a lab coat. I tensed before slapping my hand onto my jeans. The lady was uninformed to my harmful habit. She would not take delight in learning that Subject Eleven-Eleven!- was weakening herself.
As if I would.
I cocked my head to one side like an innocent, confused puppy. Little did she know that I was much more dangerous. She cleared her throat before speaking.
"He will see you now."
I smiled and hopped off of the sleek metal stool that I had been sitting on a moment before. Tapping beside me, Doctor Lady's heels were annoying. I gave a cute little wrinkle of my nose. It was an expression that my Moth-Max, could never resist.
Oh, wait. She's not here now.
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. I did as I had heard Max do many times. I scanned the pale walls, groping for an exit. There. A tiny skylight let a miniscule beam of light onto us. Maybe I could fly through. But then I entered a padded room, like those ones used to hold crazies. I bit my pinkie nail. Was this a trap? But no. A screen in front of me made a noise - a voice - disguised with machinery.
"Subject Eleven, I sent a messenger to convey my fondest wishes that we have carried out your request."
My request? What was he talking about?
A photo flashed onto the screen. I felt sick to my stomach.
Because on the screen were five faces and bodies that I knew very well.
The were the Flock. I tightened my fists.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded, screaming now. " I didn't give any order!"
This seemed to trip the TV voice up slightly, but his message didn't change.
"Your exact orders were sent to our minds by telepathy. We recieved them on June fourth of last year, and we immediatly began carrying them out."
The memory was faint and in grayscale. That was the day that Max had challenged my right to rule. I had thought that I hated her that day, but I really hadn't. Had my powers already become that advanced? I was astonished to feel hot tears brim my eyes, and overflow off of my long blond lashes. I knelt and wiped my eyes, begging the crying not to come. But it did. It showed itself in quiet sobs, for the family I thought that could handle anything.
Except one of their own.