Wings of Freedom

Chapter 8

Here is chapter 8. I decieded it would be from dear Willow's POV... Please tell me what you think!

Of course, I don't own Twilight or Maximum Ride, just my own characters that I made up and the plot. And on with the story!

Chapter 8

Willow's POV

I didn't stay asleep for long- at least, I didn't think so. I woke up to find myself in a bed. It took me a moment to remember where I was and why. I looked around. The walls were painted a pretty light pink and white, the bedspread and curtains were white while the furniture was black. Dark pink and sliver butterflies and flowers were painted on the walls. This was the room I always dreamed about having. On the foot of the bed was a pile of clothes. A black shirt with pink and white flowers and dark jeans. The shirt and jacket already had slits cut into the back for my wings. The clothes fit me perfectly. I shoved my feet back into my dirty, old shoes. I found a brush on the dresser and I attacked the mess that was my hair. My shoulder-length brown hair that had reddish tints in it looked like a bird had made a nest in it. My hazel eyes looked tired.

I gave up after a while. It would take forever and I would rather cut it off. Something caught my eye. A pink and sliver bracelet was sitting on the dresser on top of a folded piece of paper. I put the bracelet on and picked up the paper and opened it.

Come down when ever you feel like it. Don't worry, you're safe here. I promise, no one will find out about you. Hope to meet you soon! I also hope that you like your outfit.

-Alice

Who was Alice? I wondered. I shrugged it off. She must be the lady that I saw. I walked over to the door and opened it. It opened easily under my hands.

Where is Flynn? I wondered. I walked down the hall and down a staircase. An old, wooden cross that looked like it should belong in a museum made me wonder about the people living here.

The woman I had saw yesterday- Alice?- was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. Without thinking about it, I pulled my wings tighter against my back. "Where's Flynn?" I asked, not taking my eyes off her.

"Is Flynn the boy you were with when we found you Sweetie?" She asked. Her voice was kind as her face and she had a voice that sounded like it belonged to a caring mother.

"Yes. Where is he? Is he okay? Did anyone come looking for us?" The questions tripped over each other on their way out of my mouth.

"Shhh… It's okay. No one except my family knows that you're here and no one has come asking. Flynn is fine; he's sleeping in the other room. My husband is a doctor and he fixed him up just fine. Are you hungry Sweetie?" The woman asked, answering all my questions. She offered me her hand. Just then, my stomach growled loudly. When was the last time I ate a real meal? Oh right, never. I glanced between her hand and her face a few times before taking her hand and following her into a huge kitchen.

"Who are you? Where are we?" I asked. I didn't know if she was Alice or not and I didn't want the chance that she wasn't.

"I'm Esme. We're near Forks, Washington. What's your name Sweetie?" Esme asked, smiling at me. She lifted me onto a counter.

"Willow," I answered.

"Well Willow, what do you want to eat?" Esme asked, walking towards a refrigerator.

"Anything!" My eyes went wide at the sight of all the food that was there. I have never seen so much food in one place before! Esme laughed and started to make pancakes. "Where are your parents Willow? They must be worried about you and Flynn." Esme asked, looking concerned.

I looked down at my lap and fettled with the zipper on my jacket. "Willow?" Esme asked again.

"Do you have a big family? Who was the man with you? Your husband?" I asked instead. Esme seemed to get the idea that I didn't want to talk about it. "The man was my husband, Carlisle. And I have three sons and three daughters. They're all adopted and around the age of 17." When Esme turned her back to me for a moment to get something out of a cabinet, I reached over and quickly grabbed a pancake and practically swallowed it whole.

"Chew your food before you swallow Willow, I don't want you to choke." Esme said, not turning around.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I have eyes in the back of my head." Esme laughed.

"Really?" My eyes were wide. Could someone have working eyes in the back of their head? I once saw an experiment that had eyes in the back of their head… it wasn't pretty, their eyes didn't work and they died quickly.

Esme picked me up from the counter and put me down in a chair at the table. I knew that I should be bothered about how much me picked me up and how easily, but I couldn't bring myself to care. For once, I felt like I had a mom and I relished the feeling. Esme put a big plate of food in front of me. Before I could take a bite, someone came into the house.

"Hey Esme! I was wondering if-" A voice asked but stopped short when the person walked into the kitchen and saw me. "Hey! You're up!" He had a big simile on his face. I froze at the sight of him! He was HUGE! How could anyone be that big normally? He must have some bear DNA in him somewhere. He saw me freeze. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm Emmet. What's your name?" He asked, still smiling.

I stared at him for a moment. I looked to Esme and she smiled in reassurance. "Willow. I'm Willow." I said in a quite voice. I smiled tentatively at him. He lumbered over and hugged me. I tensed when he put his arms around me. He quickly let his arms drop. "Sorry Willow. I didn't mean to scare you." He sat in the seat next to mine.

I stared at him. "Why?"

"Why what?" Emmet looked at me like I was talking in a different language.

"Why did you hug me?"

"You looked like you needed a hug. Why do you ask?"

It took a moment for me to answer. "No one outside of Flynn and Harmony has ever hugged me before." I whispered.

Here is a sneek peek at the next chapter...

I did some fancy flying to dodge some bullets. Those things seemed to never get tired and I on the other hand was loosing steam quickly. Nothing seemed to be working. How was I going to beat them? If only they had an off switch...

Okay, I know its short. (I have been trying to keep these wonderful notes from me short. Who wants to hear me ramble? Anyways, I have had a lot going on and I have been working on this in my spare time. I even have the next chapter all written. Hopefully, I can post it tomorrow... :D Thanks for reading! Remember to REVIEW! Reviews make we write faster, and when I write faster, you get more uploads. can't you see its a win-win situation?