Carrie woke to the sound of singing. Relief flooded her and she sat up hoping to see her father.
"Good morning daddy," she yawned.
But the man singing to her wasn't her father. Her heart sunk when she realized where she was. She layed back down on the table and tried to stretch out her crumpled wings. They shook with tremors from misuse. Her once iridescent wings were now caked with dirt and blood. The man smiled at her.
"I'm not your daddy. But I will be. Now little girl, if you cooperate and give me what I want, you can go back to your little family. But if you don't," he paused, "let's just be good. Then we don't have to worry about what will happen."
Carrie shivered with fear. She couldn't give him answers. It was her job to keep the others safe. She thought about the rest of the flock. Tack, her trusty sidekick, who got his name for his attitude being as sharp as one. Raven, who they found in a dumpster behind their house. Blue, who got her name for her eyes. She remembered Hunter, Blue's older brother who had been starting to think of Carrie as more than just a friend. Finally, the thought of Squirrel. Just 3 months old. She choked back tears. She couldn't let them down. She would fight.
A/N: Here's pt 2! Thanks for reading again. Any feedback is welcome and please vote and/or comment! Love ya ❤️😘
