Hello! It's been awhile hasn't it? I have to apologize about that, I had a colossal case of writer's block. No worries, ideas and motivation has punched me in the face with the power of Superman. Here is the next part in my little story.
Running. Keep running. My lungs were burning with smoke and exhaustion, I couldn't feel my legs anymore. Part of me thought the had fallen off a few feet back. I was doing well for a seven year old.
"Xander, I'm scared." A little voice came from the bundle of blankets I was trying not to drop. The small figure squirmed and popped her face out fro the bundle. Her eyes shined in the hallway lights, her skin covered in feathers, her eyes full of pain and fear. That was all she new for her four years of existence.
"I know, I know. Were almost there." I reached the end of the hallway, only a door was between us and freedom. The ceiling was collapsing, the air getting thicker and thicker, my vision got fuzzy, but I had to stay strong.
"Okay Bekah, I need you to open the door." She turned and faced the door, her face winced in pain as the large door slowly opened. Footsteps from down the hall got steadily louder, making my already fast heart beating five times as fast. The door was open enough to let me and her squeeze through. I felt the cool sea air hit my burned skin, the salty scent filled my nose.
"Good job Sweetie." I congratulated her, I started running to the cliff and jumped over the edge. My wings unfurled and soared away from our prison.
Soon after, bullets shot passed me, making my ears ring in pain. I looked back and saw a line of snipers with my parents standing close behind them. While I was distracted, a bullet shot through my shoulder, blood poured out furiously. I kept flying despite the pain, trying to block it out anyway I could.
Another shot was fired almost hitting my chest, but I didn't hear it fly past me. I looked down at her, her gray feathers were turned crimson her eyes were unfocused. Before I could cry I was shot in my wing, I plummeted to the icy waters as tears flowed down my cheeks. I held the cold body that used to be alive, now she wasn't, and it was all my fault.
I was there again, the same place I was every night. No mattered how hard I tried I couldn't escape the guilt, I was chained to it, a dog tied to its post. The more I attempted to forget, the more the memories fought back. It was my true prison one I can never escape.
We were flying over the Appalachian Mountains, we felt exhausted after flying for hours on end. We decided to camp for the night, we each got ready for dinner, gathering wood and food and such.
We scrounged up some berries and a few hares, we ate in silence, not wanting to speak without Iggy to break the tension. I personally was stressed out ten times as usual, knowing that a spot was missing in our group.
We all found spots to sleep, I laid down and closed my eyes trying to forget this day. My efforts were pointless, I didn't sleep a wink.
Sorry about the short chapter, the flashback took a lot out of me. As always, reviews and criticism is welcome. Peace.