Fallen
Flair's P.O.V.
"Help!" I cried with all my strength.
A swish and a swoop rang in my ears as Gwen caught my arm and slowly cushioned me to the ground.
"Why didn't you fly?" She panted.
"Uh, I couldn't! My wings! They won't move!" I cried. She straightened and grabbed my tucked in wing. With a great effort she pulled it out. Her finger traced over the top arc and she suddenly came to a stop.
"What is it?!" I screamed.
"There's a little red flashing light," she whispered hoarsely.
"What?!" I screeched.
"I-I think you have a chip," she stuttered.
There was no time to think, for the sound of blades cutting through the air echoed.
Helicopter!
Gwen grabbed me and slung me to the ground. She stood above me, ready to attack. There was no where to hide! We were on flat ground! That's when I saw a ditch with long grass shielding it.
"Come on!" I called. I crawled over to it and laid low. Gwen followed in haste. Her dark brown hair was whipped with the wind. Her long black wings folded in neatly as she fell backwards. We were safe for the time.
The giant machine came to a rough landing and our worst enemy piled out. Erasers swarmed. They wielded guns and barred fangs. Gwen held her arm in front of her eyes as the dust was blown around wildly.
"They have to be here! The chip said she landed precisely here! Her wings can't function! We've set off the nerve system! She has to be here!" One barked.
"I don't see a body, or a feather! We've lost the Ultimate!" Another yelled over the roar of the engine. The Erasers did a sweep of the area, never once getting close to us. As the chopper left the ground we let out a sigh of relief. We were safe.
"I have a chip, Gwen!" I breathed once things had settled.
"I know," her voice shook. That's when I noticed how bad, and scary this was. They were tracking me, not her, but she could be caught and killed by this.
"It's on the very top layer of muscle," she began. I pulled my wing around so I could see. Then a little red light flashed through my flesh and feathers. Then I remembered it. I had seen it. The scene flashed before my eyes.
I was young and afraid. The Flock was in a hotel, and Ebony, Storm, and I were with them. I was laying in the corner, covered with a sheet I had stole from the bed. Everyone else was asleep. I, however, was shivering, not from the cold, but from fear. I covered myself with me wings. It was pitch black dark in the room, so when I saw a little red light flash I jumped. The eery thing was like a warning signal, and it was coming from my wing. In the next second the door to our room was busted open and Erasers poured in. I screamed bloody murder and dove behind a bed. The Flock woke up from deep slumber and got into fighting stances.
"Run!" Max had ordered. The Erasers shot around, luckily not hitting anyone. Dylan pushed me out of the window and Storm held tight to Ebony.
"We want the Ultimate, Maximum. Give her to us!" They had chanted.
"You can have her…" Max cried, "When I'm laying six feet down!"
Then we had all somehow escaped and flown fast to Dr. M's. I heard Max tell Dylan something in a whisper, but I couldn't remember what.
"I wonder what they meant by 'the Ultimate'?" Gwen broke me from the nightmare.
"I don't know? Maybe it's like a code or something?" I pondered.
"Well," Gwen gave a shaky smile, "we'll just have to find that out later. Right now we're gonna get some rest."
"Ok, do you think…that my wings will…work again?" I asked.
She didn't answer. I only laid down in the grass and began to sob. My wings! Why? Why does it have to happen to me?! How could I save Alex if my wings wouldn't even flap?!
I heard a sniffle from close behind me. Gwen too was crying.
I laid in a tight ball, cradling myself. I ran my fingers down the soft feathers that rippled through the tough primary ones.
Could I ever fly again?
Don't call me emo, that's not what this is. I had heard Max's story about her chip. Only she tried to use a seashell, I had a knife, and I wouldn't wuss out.
I slowly snuck away from Gwen and the 'camp'. I found a space away from everything and pulled the pocket knife from my boot. It was small and beaten, but sharp as could be. I pulled my wing in front of me and laid the cold blade against the place where the red blinking light shone. I shut my eyes closed tight and bit down on my lip.
This was for Alex…
Ooh! Will she do it? Or will Gwen save her in time? Please review!