This Isn't Going to be Pretty
December 5th 2006 02:36
My last chapter was totaly gay, so I decided to start a new chapter.
Chapter 1-
Max's POV
I woke up and groggily rubbed my eyes. I knew that it was going to be another long day. Yay for me. I went around camp and did the famous kick-the-mutant-bird-kids-awake routine. They hated it, I loved it. Iggy sat up and immediately (SP?) got breakfast ready. Nudge, the really talkative one, started rambling on and on about how tired she was but stopped as soon as Gazzy smacked her across the back of her head. Angel was silent, probably reading our minds just to have something to do. But as I looked around for Fang, and found that he wasn't there.
" IGGY, where the hell is Fang?" I was worried, but knew that he could handle himself. Still I was worried.
" Beats me. I'm blind remeber," he rplied sarcastically. Of course it was a joke. He could tell us apart by touch, hear the slightest sound, and he was the only good cook. Oh yeah, he liked bombs. In case you are new, we are all mutamt bird kids. The 6 of us, yes 6, were stolen from our parents and had our DNA mixed with a bird's DNA. We were raisewd in the SCHOOL. The SCHOOL wants us back, but we are never, I repeat NEVER going back. Period. End of discussion. Angel, the youngest, can fly, reasd minds, talk to fish breathe (SP?) under water, and control other people's actions. You think that it would be cool? Actually it is kind of creepy. Okay really creepy. Gazzy, Angel's brother and the only blood-related siblings, could fly, mimic any sound, and liked bombs. Nudge, the extremely talkative one, can fly, and sense other people's past presence/actions by the left-over air vibrations ( ooh big words!!!) Iggy, the blind pyro, can fly, cook, tell us apart by our finger tips or feathers ( on our wings), oh yeah he also likes to make bombs and blow things up!!!!! Fang, the boy I have odd feelings for, can fly, and well that is about it. I guess. Well, he can tell what I really feel, but that doesn't count. At least I don't think so. Well I'm Max. I cam fly, I get gernade like head aches when I feel like my brain is being splattered against the inside of my skull, and best of all I have a voice in my head. Other than my own. Yay, lucky me, I get to be the pysco of the flock. I almost forgot Total, the talking dog. We rescued him from the SCHOOL. Angel refuses to let him get ridden of. Long story, don't ask.
Just then we all heard a rustling in the leaves behind us. We all took our fight-or-flight stances, ( which in our case is literal.) Fang emerged from behind the bushes. We all relaxed.
" WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," I nearly screamed. He looked freaked-out for a second. Only a second, then his face was impassive. He was creepy like that.
" I couldn't sleep. I thought I heard something, so I went to investigate. So what?" He just shrugged it off.
" Max," Angel began, " What is that in the sky?" I looked. Not again.
" Guys, forget breakfst for now. We have company. Those fridges with wings are back." Instantly they all moaned. We packed up camp as fast as we could and flew into the air, only yot come face to face with Ari and 20 or so erasers. Just the cherry topping on the start of a beautiful day.
"Hello Max, missed Me?" Ari. Great.
" Not really." I hated him. "This isn't going to be pretty," I thought to myself.
Chapter 1-
Max's POV
I woke up and groggily rubbed my eyes. I knew that it was going to be another long day. Yay for me. I went around camp and did the famous kick-the-mutant-bird-kids-awake routine. They hated it, I loved it. Iggy sat up and immediately (SP?) got breakfast ready. Nudge, the really talkative one, started rambling on and on about how tired she was but stopped as soon as Gazzy smacked her across the back of her head. Angel was silent, probably reading our minds just to have something to do. But as I looked around for Fang, and found that he wasn't there.
" Beats me. I'm blind remeber," he rplied sarcastically. Of course it was a joke. He could tell us apart by touch, hear the slightest sound, and he was the only good cook. Oh yeah, he liked bombs. In case you are new, we are all mutamt bird kids. The 6 of us, yes 6, were stolen from our parents and had our DNA mixed with a bird's DNA. We were raisewd in the SCHOOL. The SCHOOL wants us back, but we are never, I repeat NEVER going back. Period. End of discussion. Angel, the youngest, can fly, reasd minds, talk to fish breathe (SP?) under water, and control other people's actions. You think that it would be cool? Actually it is kind of creepy. Okay really creepy. Gazzy, Angel's brother and the only blood-related siblings, could fly, mimic any sound, and liked bombs. Nudge, the extremely talkative one, can fly, and sense other people's past presence/actions by the left-over air vibrations ( ooh big words!!!) Iggy, the blind pyro, can fly, cook, tell us apart by our finger tips or feathers ( on our wings), oh yeah he also likes to make bombs and blow things up!!!!! Fang, the boy I have odd feelings for, can fly, and well that is about it. I guess. Well, he can tell what I really feel, but that doesn't count. At least I don't think so. Well I'm Max. I cam fly, I get gernade like head aches when I feel like my brain is being splattered against the inside of my skull, and best of all I have a voice in my head. Other than my own. Yay, lucky me, I get to be the pysco of the flock. I almost forgot Total, the talking dog. We rescued him from the SCHOOL. Angel refuses to let him get ridden of. Long story, don't ask.
Just then we all heard a rustling in the leaves behind us. We all took our fight-or-flight stances, ( which in our case is literal.) Fang emerged from behind the bushes. We all relaxed.
" WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," I nearly screamed. He looked freaked-out for a second. Only a second, then his face was impassive. He was creepy like that.
" I couldn't sleep. I thought I heard something, so I went to investigate. So what?" He just shrugged it off.
" Max," Angel began, " What is that in the sky?" I looked. Not again.
" Guys, forget breakfst for now. We have company. Those fridges with wings are back." Instantly they all moaned. We packed up camp as fast as we could and flew into the air, only yot come face to face with Ari and 20 or so erasers. Just the cherry topping on the start of a beautiful day.
"Hello Max, missed Me?" Ari. Great.
" Not really." I hated him. "This isn't going to be pretty," I thought to myself.
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Comment by Nudge Ride
Ohhh, It's My Heck.
Kinda.
But, I have a BEST FRIEND OF THE DAY! What now, huh?
-NuDgE**