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LONG LOST BROTHERS

Gwen's P.O.V

This was scary.

"I wish I had that umbrella about now…" Kale whispered.

"You aren't allowed to speak out of turn!" Nudge snapped. Gosh!

"Ok, Ebony, Flair, Storm, these are our new members. Meet Gwen and Kale," Max gestured to us. We only stared at each other blankly.

"Shake hands you imbeciles!" Max ordered. We all jumped to our feet and held out our hands, immediately starting to shake.

"Awww! Isn't that sweet?!" Nudge clapped.No! It isn't!

I almost screamed "I was forced to do this!"

"Now, are we going to calm down and be friendly, or am I gonna have to separate you five?"

"Be friendly!" We all assured. Well, except for Kale who cried, "I solitary swear to not smack people with an umbrella while I'm dressed in a trench coat!" What am I going to do with that boy?!

"Walk into the thrift shop, be like what up? I got a big…" a voice sang. We all turned to look.

A ghost strutted down the steps.

"Way to join the show, Dylan," Max grumbled.

"Holy Crap!" I screamed. I turned pale.

"Dylan?!" Kale yelped.

We leapt to our feet and ran to him. He looked at us funny and stepped backwards. Dylan shot a confused glance to Max.

"It's me, bro. Don't you recognize your own little brother?" Kale asked warily. He looked at me, just as confused.

"I-" Dylan started and stopped.

"D-Dylan is a clone…" Max explained, "We were told that the original him was killed in a car accident."

Kale barred his teeth. A thousand cuss words left his lips. Angel stared in awe.

"They killed him," Kale repeated. The Clone stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. Kale, who was usually cheery, was getting upset…mad even. He landed a foot down forcefully on the shiny hardwood floor and let out a exasperated moan.

"Kale?" I called faintly. He looked to me and frowned.

"Gwen, they killed Dylan. They killed him," Kale whispered.

"I know, I know," I cooed as he burst into tears.

Let me tell you our history. The day that we were caught…

I had been in Kale's class since kindergarten. He never really acknowledged me, like most, but I always had a particular fondness of him. I found out the first day of school that his family lived three houses over. We would ride the same bus.

His older brother, Dylan, was four years ahead of us. The real Dylan was fifteen when we were captured. We were only eleven. It was a rainy day that I remember clearly. Raindrops pelted the roof of the big yellow bus with the digits 12-3 stuck to the side. I always sat in the same seat. The one with a dirty word scratched midway. Kale always partied in the back. He was, after all, a junior pee-wee football player. Cheerleaders flanked him on both sides. When the bus slowed to a stop, I knew it was time to get up. I stood, was bombarded with mean comments, and had a empty water bottle tossed at my head before I finally climbed down the bus steps to the wet cement. Kale followed. Dylan, on the other hand, was way to slow. Kale waited for him as I made my way home. I found that associating with the popular just got me bullied more. I knew how to survive life, a life where I was constantly beat down. I heard the bus zoom away. It was queerly silent that day. Only the rain washing down the hill made a white noise. That's when I heard Kale scream. I spun around to see what was going on. Eight huge super models were surrounding my neighbors. Then Dylan cried, "RUN!" And I saw Kale sprint from the scene, ditching his gym bag. Dylan was pushed to the ground.

I could've turned and ran, I should've, but their lives meant as much as mine, if not more. So I shed my backpack and bolted forward as fast as my chubby legs could carry me. Kale met me halfway with the most terrified expression that I had ever seen on a human being.

"Come on Mr. Prep! Lets save your brother!" I yelled. I snatched a branch off the ground. Then a streak of fire shot from the clouds. It crackled and popped. Lightning. That's the last thing I remember hearing before the earsplitting thunder kicked in. The models turned to wolffish men, and I let out a pitiful squeak. This whole time I had been coming forward at a great momentum. I lifted the tree limb and swung, breaking it over the man-wolf's shoulder. It didn't faze it.

Now I notice that was stupid of me. I mean, that thing was an Eraser! It isn't natural, so why would a thing from nature kill it?

I stared up at the beast in awe. My mouth gaped open. It landed a ruff kick to my chest and I slammed into the road with a splat. I saw, through a veil of crimson, Kale tied and bagged. Dylan was knocked out.

"What should we do with this one?" An Eraser growled as he examined me.

"She's seen us. We mies well take her with us. We can at least make a practice test out of her, if not chum," one answered. They chuckled and jerked me up. A giant thing that reminded me of an ambulance, pulled up. We were tossed into it. That's when I noticed my head was bleeding. The mutant freaks let out a howl of laughter.

Kale went into a state of shock and I laid there sobbing my eyes out. Dylan was KO'ed the whole time.

Sometime during the night we were unloaded. I don't remember much of the early days. They injected us and we grew wings. Then we were put aside in crates. Dylan deemed the place as 'The House of Despair'. A week later he was taken away, ripped from Kale's clutch. We hadn't seen him since.

That's why seeing the Clone made the breath leave my lungs and pain surge through my soul.

The Dylan we knew was dead and gone.

Kale is wailing as violent sobs shake through his body. I clutch to him. The kid is in need of a hug, or better yet…his big brother. But that boy is gone now.

"I'm sorry you thought I was someone else," the Clone tried. Kale mustered up all his strength.

"S'ok, I was j-just hoping he had made it. That's all," Kale sniffled as he wiped his eyes. The Clone gave a lopsided smile.

"I thought at least someone was happy to see me. I must be the bearer of bad news," he mumbled.

"My names Gwen, and that's Kale," I held out my hand, but instead of a shake I got a fist bump. Ok? It was difficult to introduce yourself to someone who you already thought knew you. That's just complicated.

"Do we have any tissues?" Kale kept wiping his nose on his shirt.

"Yah," Iggy sniffled as he passed Kale some. Why was that red-head so sentimental over a freaking frying pan?

"That was the most awkward moment in history," Kale said, very humbly.

"Yep," Fang nodded. Max elbowed him, hard.

"Whoa! So you're like, newbies?" Ebony asked. Was that her name? She pushed her long, dark brown hair behind her ears. Her light blue eyes shone with excitement.

"Yah," I shrugged.

"Welcome to the Migration!" She squealed. The what?! The Clone groaned.

"See, there's a Flock, we're practically the Flock #2, so we're the Migration! You can be in it, IF you show yourself to be worthy," Flair explained as she adjusted her dark red t-shirt that read 'Fight On!'.

"Wait? Like a club?" I questioned.

"No! A family, moron! A fighting clan!" Flair almost shouted. I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. I guess…?

"Who's the leader?" Kale blurted.

"You've met him," Storm pointed to the Clone. Well…this makes things even more awkward. Wait is that possible?

"Whoa! Hold your…wings!" Max interrupted.

"Cheesy," Fang mumbled. Max hit him, again.

"Anyway, I'm the leader! Remember?!" She crossed her arms.

"I'm only like three years old, you could probably kill me if you wanted to," The Clone defended. Three years old? Oh wait, that does make sense…

"Lets do it Max! Take the offer!" Fang cheered.

"I suggest you shut up, when do I have to tell you that?" Max warned. Fang sulked back down into his seat.

"Alright! What do I have to do? Catch a rare butterfly?" I joked.

Dylan let loose a sly smile.

"No, you have to beat me at something," he said. I sucked in a breath.

"What?! You're supposed to be the leader! How can I beat you?!" I shrieked.

"I dunno, you pick the challenge," he shrugged.

"I bet I can walk around with that lampshade on my head without bumping into anything longer than you!" Kale challenged.

"I think you already beat him at stupidity," Fang grumbled.

"Hey! Hurtful!" Kale whined as he put on his 'I'm-not-really-mad-I-just-like-to-fake-it' eyes.

"You name it Gwen, I'll do anything," The Clone pressed on.

"Fine! I challenge you to a freaking fight!" I snapped. Everyone fell silent.

"Crap! I was hoping she'd ask to jump off a cliff and see who'd go splat first!" Fang broke the silence.

"FANG!" Everyone cried at the same time. He only grinned.

Why did these two hate each other so much?

"I'd like to see this," Storm nodded.

"If you can beat him, that would mean that you'd be the best fighter of us all in the Migration," Flair added.

"And nobody beats me! Except Dylan," She crossed her arms over her chest.

Oh crap, what had I gotten myself into?

mwah ha ha! Ok, so some sadness and funnies. Lol moments! Sorry if Fang was a little OOC! I just thought about lightning the mood! Remember to send in a boy OC! I might just have to make one up…?