As I handed out the mediocre food to the kids and Ziggy, I stole a glance at Sky. She seemed fine now, but what exactly had happened to her, what exactly she was hiding, I could only guess.
"Hey Sky, you awake?" Malley asked me. I decided to ignore her, knowing what she wanted to ask, what she wanted to discuss. I shut my eyes tighter trying to will myself into that wonderful drug-like place called dreamland. Of course so such luck ensued as Malley continuously poked me in the back, so I settled on continuing to ignore her. This plan didn't work out either, because Malley was so determined that she had found a very sharp stick and poked me in the butt.
"YOW!! Malley what are you doing? I was sleeping!" I yelled as softly as I could, I didn't want to bring the others into this mess. Malley however glared at me skeptically.
"I may not be the shiniest nickel in the piggy bank Sky, but I can tell when you're asleep and when you're faking," she accused. I huffed and turned back around.
"Whatever, I know what you're going to ask and the answer is still no Malley," I said matter-of-factly.
"How do you know what I'm gonna ask, you're not a mind-reader," she retorted.
"True, but I always know what you're thinking." I responded turning back around to face her.
"Oh yeah, then what am I thinking of now?" she asked. She closed her eyes as if she was trying to make it unreadable. I rolled my eyes and smiled, my sister, so predictable.
"Pickles," I said and she opened her eyes and her mouth about to respond, "To be more specific, the one's that come in the long slices with the creepy white bird with a hat on the jars. You think it's weird that a bird would even eat pickles."
"How do you do that?" she asked defeated. I smiled.
"I'm your sister, it's my job to know what you're thinking of at all times," I answered. She put her head in her arms and stared at me with her doleful eyes.
"Ziggy has a sister, a baby sister, like she was just born," she said after a few minutes of silence.
"That's nice," I replied picking at some grass.
"Her name is Nixie, but they call her Fairy, you know, for a nickname," she continued.
"Mhm-hmm," was my response, wondering where she was going with this.
"He loves his sister a lot," she said. I looked up at her.
"Malley, where are you going with this?" I asked. She kept staring at me with her deer eyes and it was beginning to creep me out a little.
"She was taken with his parents, with all of their parents," she said gesturing to the sleeping kids by lifting her wing up a little. I looked down at the ground; I could tell that my eyes had glazed over.
"Sky, you've always told me that families stick together, so what is so different about now?" she demanded.
"Malley, they're not our family!" I answered.
"So? They're helping us, so shouldn't we return the favor?" she asked.
"Malley, there is no guarantee that their parents will even be there," I replied sternly. This is one fight that I would not lose.
"Sky, you know as well as I do that that is a load of nutty squirrel poo!" she responded just as stern. I rolled my eyes. Only she could say that sentence with a straight face.
"Do you recall the promise we made to each other the night we got away?" I asked.
"That's not fair, you can't use that, not in this situation," she said, her brow furrowing. I knew it wasn't, but I was going to protect my sister, no matter what.
"I believe it went something like, and I quote, 'we vow to never, under any condition, no matter the circumstance, for no reason return to the Company even if it means death'," I declared. She huffed and looked at the ground for a few seconds before lifting her head up. I had won; there was nothing she could say to sway me.
"You disappoint me Skylor." Except that. She turned over so her back was facing me. I stared at her back. I hated how she could get under my skin like that, pushing my buttons until I have to go with whatever she says. I laid there and thought about the dilemma. To go or not to go, that is the question. Gotta love that Shakespeare. Poor Ham guy though, or was it Macbeth, eh whatever, I'm not one for Old English anyway, or any English for that matter. Heck, I can't spell worth crud.
"Hey Malley," she showed no sign of listening but I knew she was, I sighed and continued, "I suppose we wouldn't be breaking our promise if we just mentioned where it is." She turned back over with her signature smile spread wide.
"I knew I'd win," she said slyly. I shook my head and smiled as well.
"How do you get under my skin like that?" I inquired. She yawned before she answered.
"Because, I'm your sister it's my job to know how to get under your skin," she answered.
"Well, I must commend you on your amazing power of guilt manipulation," I stated. Her smiled grew wider.
"I do my best, by the way…"
"You're thinking about how they get the filling in toaster pastries," I said bored. Her face turned red and she immediately turned back around. I just smiled and also turned around. I sighed; we had quite a story to tell tomorrow.
On the other side of the Campsite…
"Hey, Demon, I need to talk to you," Ziggy whispered. I considered ignoring him and feigning deep sleep, but I knew he would be persistent.
"About what?" I whispered back, trying not to wake the others.
"About Malley and Sky," he answered.
"Yeah and what about them?" I asked rather annoyed, I just wanted him to get to the point.
"I think we should tell them the truth, you know, about who we are, about who are parents are," he answered.
"No way," I growled.
"Why not, we know a lot about them," he questioned.
"Because, I don't trust them, they're hiding something," I answered.
"And so are we, I think it's a good idea if we get all our secrets out," he suggested.
"Well I think it's a crap idea. There is a reason secrets are secret," I snapped. I normally wasn't so mean toward Ziggy but I was not in the mood to discuss anything about the Crazies, plus I was hungry and tired. Pathetic excuses, I know, but still all the same.
"YOW!" Ziggy and I lifted our heads up to find where the sound came from. I felt my wings twitch in anticipation. Ready to fling me up into the air away from the possible danger. No further sound came after that though, so I relaxed only a little bit. Just in case.
"Come on Demon! I'm sure if we tell them our secrets they'll tell us theirs," he insisted.
"There is no guarantee that they will. They could just easily lie," I responded. Anyone could lie, especially about their secrets.
"Malley said she would make sure Sky would tell the truth," he explained.
"So I see you and her have already discussed this," I said glowering at him. I was a bit peeved at the fact that he had been plotting behind my back. I was after all the leader of our group and his best friend. Didn't that count more than some girl? Especially some girl who we couldn't fully trust.
"Look, don't be mad, it's just that right now we need all the help we can get," he sighed. I knew he was right. Ziggy was always right, the calm, cool-headed one. Unfortunately, that left me to be the cruel, hot-headed one. I groaned, I was gonna regret this later, I just knew it.
"Fine, but they better hold up their end of the bargain and they better not double- cross us," I replied. Ziggy had a triumphant look, I just rolled my eyes.
"You really think they're capable of double-crossing us?" he asked with a sarcastic smile. I thought about it for a moment.
"Probably not Malley, but as for Sky, there is a huge possibility," I answered.
"You know she's not as bad as you think, all of us think she's kinda funny," he said with an air of disbelief.
"Pfft, whatever," I retorted, I know, I'm awesome at comebacks.
"I'm pretty sure that if you got to know her, you'd actually begin to like her," he argued. I scowled. Like her? Like what, the craziness? The random things from nowhere? The unusual shortness (for "our" kind at least)? There was no way.
"Sorry, but I don't recall ever dialing the number Avian-Human Dateline," I retorted.
"I didn't mean like that…"
"Really? Cause with the way you're getting all cozy with Malley, I could have sworn you were going to give me some romantic advice." Even in the dark I could tell that his face was tuning red. The dude is way too predictable.
"It's not…I mean…I don't…" he stuttered. I rolled my eyes. One of Ziggy's many weaknesses was how easily you could get him flustered.
"Dude, whatever, I don't care who you like or what you do, just keep it PG in front of the kids," I said, I kinda sounded like a mom there for sec. Eck. Ziggy just nodded and rolled over to face the other way.
"Thanks man," he said.
"Yeah, whatever," I replied as I closed my eyes.
"Hey Demon?" he said. I opened one eye.
"You totally sounded like a mom just then," he laughed.
"Man, shut-up," I laughed back. I closed my eyes once more and sighed, we had quite a story to tell tomorrow.
A/N: Gah! I'm so terribly sorry for this taking so long to get out!!! I've just been overloaded with work, even in the summer. Tis not fair...T-T. I'm so overjoyed at finaaly getting this done!!! And I promise, promise, promise that the next chapter won't take as long, if it does then may my co-writer hang me with the keybord chord. (no not really). Also I know that this one is like, super extra short compared to the others, but it just ended so nicely when it did. Well thats all for now. I disclaim all except the story and OCs.