Into another kind of wild ( on hold )

chapter two: next stop dread

Next stop dread

No way, no. this can't be happening there has to be someone else anyone. I'm small and weak, the doctors did'nt think I could live longer than five to seven years. I felt sick to my stomach, I wanted to disappear into my bag with twitter. "Hello little miss Owl." The man cooed as if I was a bird. I felt a tight grip on my arm. It was the doctor keeping me down. He knew I wouldn't make it if I went. "well then, you young sir come here" the man pointed to Crow a young artisan. He unlike everyone else couldn't find a place to hide so he stood there wide eyed alone in the market. "come here boy" he said gruffly. Crow shuffled slowly around to the man. "whats your name boy" Crow stood there wide eyed and stuttered. " C-C-C- Crow sir". The next thing scared me. The man smiled widely at crow then lifted him up by the neck with his huge hand then pointed the gun at his head. The toothy smile was still there." Now little owl if you don't get your ass here this boy will suffer the same fate as you did those years ago." I felt a chill up my spine as the hidden people all gasped. I looked at the doctor who's grip tightened. No, no one else will suffer what I had too. I hoisted my self out of the booth and onto the dirt path. I slowly walked towards the men. Faces peeked out from tents and booths. It felt like there eyes were peering into my soul and filling it with dread. The man dropped crow at the sight of me. Crow looked at me as to silently thank me. Then quickly scurried away into the nearest tent. I continued on with my hands closed tightly around each others to keep from shaking.

I stepped forward and looked the man in the eye. If looks could kill he was slaughtered a bloody gruesome death. "ah you little girl, you must be so scared" he held my chin in his meaty hands that smelled of gun powder. I hissed through my teeth " you wish". He laughed then grabbed my arm. " lets go hooter". He laughed hardly. Wait gran, who will tell her i'm gone. the tree house is our secret home. " let me say good bye." I yelled. "we've got this covered OK" he pulled me towards the fence. "Wait a second" I pulled away. I fingered for the twine string around my neck and found my whistle. It was a clay owl with a mouth piece for a beak. My mother made it out of clay then gave it to me before she passed. I blew as hard as I could. Soon a harmony of blows blew around me. The thing I love about little May is we are all connected through our unique blows. Different for every child and every person but we still blow goodbye together. I blew another long whistle. Out of the sky onto my head came Twitter. He nuzzled into my hair and onto the shadowed part of my shoulder. He hooted a long low hoot, almost the same sound as the whistle. The man jumped back with a look of disgust on his face. " What the hell is that white devil." He barked. I smiled " Haven't you seen a snowy owl" I softly stroked his chest with my finger. Twitter felt silky and warm. " That boy friend of yours cant come" That was the last straw, they took my family and my appearance and me but never never my twitter. " That's, that's not fair CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL BUT I HAVE RIGHTS AND TWITTER IS MINE" This set off the man too because his face became tomato red. " you little doofus how,how,how dare you YELL AT ME" He swore until even I felt shamed. While he threw a tantrum one of the soldiers walked up to him and took off a round rimmed hat that covered his face. He was lightly tanned with ruffled red hair. Something weird happened, I felt my stomach turn and if I could blush I would have. What the hell is going on with me. The solider cleared his throat " actually General due to the fact that we picked her and she is at this point being forced to come with us she should be entitled to at-least one item" he smiled at me brightly. Why don't I hate him, I should but I cant. The General took deep breaths then lifted me by my tattered collar and threw my small body at the red head boy. I felt my body collide with his. His arms wrapped around my waist then I felt myself become craddled in his strong arms. " Since you fancy her so much you will be her guardian and she will attend youre highschool" General barked. " what" we both said. " You heard me, highschool together you are both in 11th grade in three days now, GO"with me still craddled in his arms he and the other soldiers marched back through the fence leaving my memories, family, and what little life I had behind. Next stop dread