The rebellious bird.

Chapter 4

I watched as Renegade and Rebel arrived at the meeting with a group of five teenagers behind them, I narrowed my eye at the group as Renegade and Rebel walked over to me.
"I thought I taught you better than to trust strangers," I said once they were in earshot, Rebel rolled his eyes as Renegade spoke up,
"We can take them down, easy, no need to worry so much," I looked back at the group of teenagers who kept their distance from the rest of the villains. Nothing eventful ever happens at these meetings, we only attend to keep up appearances. 
"I will say, Renegade, he looks a lot like you," I stated, giving a pointed look to the group, this caused Rebel to cackle in response.
"That's what I've been saying all evening!" 

"Rebel" the boy paused, sending a quick look at Renegade before walking toward me,
"You need to remember to keep the others in line" I stated, he slowly nodded in response. 
"Right, sorry sir" He looked at me with a different set of eyes, behind the mask no one could tell but his body language suggested I was talking to someone else. 
"Progress report," I said as I watched Rebels' body straighten at attention, I hated doing this to him but a trigger word was needed to get the information out.
"A few others are tired of this lifestyle, they want to go back to how things were before but I personally don't, I like working under you and beside Ren," he paused for a moment before continuing on,
"I'm losing more and more memory as the days go on, sir. I'm losing sight of who I am" Rebel mumbled the last part. 

Things had gotten difficult when this disorder made itself known in Rebel, the poor kid was always confused. We were all learning how to work with it, and also learning more about it.
"Continue on with the plan, dismissed," I said dismissing him, as he walked back to Renegade I continued thinking. I had a friend come to check on Rebel about this disorder and what it means for the rest of us, he said that it looked like an Identity disorder but because they were hard to diagnose he couldn't be sure. I looked back at the kids, my kids. That was something I was getting used to again, having kids isn't easy but I'm glad I've got them. Renegade didn't care about Rebel's disorder but to the trained eye I could tell he was curious about it all, Renegade is good at rolling with the punches so I have no doubt that he'll freak out when we get a diagnosis for Rebel.