Morgan'sPOV
"Hey!" My father snaps, banging on my door. "Get up, we've got some hunting to do!" I groan and glance over at my clock. It's seven in the morning. I slowly roll out of bed and get myself ready for the day.
I pour myself a bowl of Wheaties and I sit at the table with my mother, who is busy on her laptop. "Good morning," I say, starting to eat my breakfast. She doesn't even glance at me- she just keeps typing.
I finish my cereal and I walk outside, hopping in the passenger seat of the van, where my father is waiting. He sips coffee from his travel mug then backs out of the driveway as if it's just a normal day. I guess it is, for him.
***
We drive for hours, rarely stopping. Eventually he stops at a fast food restaurant. He orders us food and we sit in a booth. "Look, Morgan, these mutants... they're not like you and me. They may look like they're innocent, but they certainly aren't what they seem. Believe me, I've done my research, Morgan," he says very seriously. I just nod and look down.
Our food arrives and he starts scarfing his meal down. I stare at my food, not wanting to eat while the mutants eat only one meal a day. "Eat, Morgan. You need the energy." he says between bites. I sigh and nibble at my sandwich.
***
We start to drive into the forest. Once we get deeper into the trees, my father suddenly slams the breaks. He smirks as he watches a girl with white wings strolling along, carrying an armful of fire wood. My heart stops- it's the girl from last night. My father grabs his bag and hops out of the van. I do the same.
"Now, you have a special job, Morgan. Your going to stay in the back with bird girl and make sure she doesn't try anything funny." I nod shakily and climb in the back of the van. I sit and wait, hoping she manages to get away from him.
***
It's been a while. She must be putting up a fight. Good. I cant help but shed a few tears though. I quickly wipe them off with my hand when I hear the doors unlocking. The back in opened up and he throws her in. She's out cold, and not in good shape.
She has two black eyes and dirt all over her clothes. She's gagged and her hands are bound together with rope, as well as her ankles and thighs. There's also rope wrapped tightly around her back and chest, securing her wings down. My father winks at me, then slams the door shut.
A few minutes later, the van starts and were moving. We have an eight hour drive ahead of us.
I crawl towards the girl and gently pull her closer to me. I sit against the wall and lay her head down on my lap. I get busy untying her and I take the gag out of her mouth. I reach into my bag and pull out a first aid kit and I start to take care of her split lip.
I finish cleaning up the blood and I put away the first aid kit. This is when I take the opportunity to really look at her. She's even prettier up close. She's so tiny and fragile looking, but that dosen't mean she can't put up a good fight. She starts to stir, and I get ready for her to wake up.
***
She's half- awake and starts to look around. "Hey," I say quietly.
Startled, she turns around and punches me in the face. Hard.
She gives me a look of pure shock and immediately grabs my face. "Oh my god, I am so, so, so sorry! Oh my god!" she whispers loudly. I can feel blood dripping from my nose, but for some reason, I'm not angry. "It's fine, really," I say with a smile. She keeps eye contact with me and her grip on my face tightens. "Oh my god..." she says, starting to cry. I pull her into a hug.
"It's gonna be okay, I promise..." I say, trying to comfort her.
"No, it's not..." she sighs, burying her face in my shoulder.
"Yes it will. I'm going to get you out of this, I promise."
