The Captured Bird

Chapter 12-I Don't Want To Be Friends

Miss Peregrine walked in upon hearing you scream and waisted no time in shooting Barron in the head. He fell to the floor, dying instantly. Despite him obviously being dead, Miss Peregrine shot twice more in the stomach and chest. After she was satisfied she turned on the safety and tucked her gun away. She knelt down to you, checking for a pulse. Once she found it she let out a breath she hadn't known she been holding.

She was quick to pick you up and bring you back to her room, laying you down on the bed. Afterwards she left the room to clean up... She grabbed Enoch from where he was hiding with the rest of the kids and had him assist in moving the bodies. Miss Sparrow had survived, managing to find a good hiding place before she could be killed. Miss Flowerpecker, the bird that sounded the alarm, managed to push Miss Pigeon off the roof and avoided death. The other three ymbrynes had tragically died in the fight. And even worse? Those three all had a few children left, they'd all been being taken care of in other loops.

Miss Sparrow and Miss Flowerpecker both had children somewhere as well. And in a grand total there were eleven kids, six that wouldn't have an ymbryne. Well until the two survivors came to a deal. They'd create their own safe loop, and watch over the eleven traumatized children together. They'd travel from loop to loop, gathering all the children that had hidden themselves in different loops before going to make their own.

Enoch was quick to remove the bodies, hiding them on the far side of the island, well not before harvesting their hearts. Miss Peregrine made quick work of cleaning blood from everywhere it dared spill, replacing furniture and objects to their rightful place, before finally allowing the children downstairs.

The three hours of the rest of the day, the air was thick with tension, especially around the Miss Sparrow, who saw more of the battle than anyone. When it was finally time for bed Alma felt a wave of relief wash over her. It was over. She could go to bed and in the morning it'll all be in the past. She changed in the bathroom, just in case you woke up, before getting in her bed. She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you closer to her, laying on her back and having your head rest on her chest. She smiled lightly as she finally began to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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You awoke the next morning, horribly tired despite having slept longer than you ever normally would. You cuddled closer to the warmth below you, before shooting your head up, memories of what happened hitting you like a bus. You found yourself laying on top of Alma, who was still asleep. You were still in your blood soaked clothes. Well, her blood soaked clothes that you had stolen. You smiled at the woman, so peaceful while asleep.

She never looked this content, while awake she was strong and composed. You reached over and brushed a stray strand of her hair away from her face. You then zoned out, accidentally staring at her still face as she slept. "It's rude to stare, darling." A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You just gave her a giant grin in return. "Where else am I supposed to look? Everything else is so dull compared to you." You stifled a giggle as red creeped up her neck and she rolled her eyes.

"We need to get up, get off me." You reluctantly got up and walked over to her closet. Looking in you found your original clothes had been tossed in there at some point while you were away, you grinned, grabbing your t shirt and jean shorts before going to change in the bathroom. She changed as well before the two of you went downstairs to begin preparing breakfast.

The other woman seemed to be lost in her thoughts more than usual, this concerned you as she was never normally this... on edge? You didn't quite know what it was but it's be perfectly reasonable to be out of it after yesterday. In a small effort to ease whatever was bothering her you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and pulled her to you, resting your chin on her shoulder as you hugged her close. She faltered for a moment before leaning back into you, resting her hands over yours, smiling a bit to herself.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made the two of you pull away from each other, turning your heads to see Emma standing there, arms crossed leaning on the doorframe with a smirk and raised eyebrow. "I see you two are getting along."

You chuckled nervously. "How did we not hear you with those shoes?" The girl just shrugged in response to the question. "And yeah, I'd like to think we're good friends." Emma's smile faded away, she glanced at Miss Peregrine before just turning around and leaving. "What was that about?" You asked Alma, confused. When you turned to the woman she gave you a small smile but began walking to the door, away from you. "What? Alma? Is something wrong?"

You followed her out to the garden before grabbing her wrist making her turn to you and yell. "I don't want to be friends, Y/n!"

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