Sing Little Birdy Sing.

Running, Crashing through the greedy branches as they caressed my skin.

Chased, Pursued, Caught.

My name is Nightingale, like the bird

My sister's name is Mockingbird.

My brother is Jay, his twin is Cardinal.

My mother loved birds, but she's dead, and we're next.

We separated Jay with me, and Cardinal with Mockingbird.

We didn't know what our mother had been working on, but it had gotten her killed. Our father lone gone could not help us.

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5. Darkness

Angelina's POV

I stood in the shadows. Looking at the four children of Robin Waverly. Nightingale was a force to be reckoned with, and she was training her brothers and sister, to fight in the ever growing battle for their DNA. Robin was my closest friend at the Research Facility where we worked. When we were combining four sets of sperm and egg for surrogates, the samples from a local bird sanctuary fell into the mix. Creating the four children I now watch over. The four assassins that had been sent to kill them evidently failed, because the children are most definitely alive, and angry over their 'mother's' death. But who killed them, I was not certain over that fact. I felt like I could be seen, by one of the children. Perhaps Nightingale, or maybe even Cardinal. But Nightingale was the only one of the four who could possibly have night vision. I shrank back further into the shadows that concealed me from the other three.

I was to protect them, from a safe distance if anything should happen to Robin. Unfortunately that meant I could not protect them from immediate dangers. But I could tell what they were. Via text message. I knew Nightingale had held onto her phone, being stubborn as most of the species was to a direct order. I had her number, because I had her mother's phone. 

'I know what you are.' I hit 'send' and waited. Evidently she felt the buzz of the vibration because she left the others to their own devices.

Who r u? was her reply.

'A friend, of your mothers.' I waited but only for a second.

Tell me what we are.

'You and your siblings are products of a failed procedure.'

What do you mean?

'Your mother and I were combining samples for surrogate pregnancy, when samples from a bird sanctuary fell in with the samples. Instead of scrapping them, your mother inserted the first set, your brothers into her own womb. Then two years later you and your sister.'

So I really do have Nightingale traits?

'Yes.'

But I can't turn into one, right?

'As far as I know at least. I can not tell you anymore. Just be careful. The Research Facility where we worked wants everyone who had anything to do with the unauthorized experiment dead. Protect your siblings, do you understand?'

Yes. Was the surrogate samples for my mother?

'Yes. You are Robin's children.' I threw the phone onto the ground and smashed it. Ending the conversation for good. I looked at her and she did the same. So she could see me. I looked more closely at her, and saw her eyes flash, from cobalt blue, to a Nightingale black. I went back to my car, with my hood up, thinking perhaps it was possible that the children could turn into the birds that contaminated their samples.


Nightingale's POV

I smashed my phone against the cement, my mind reeling about the text messages I just received. A friend of my mothers just gave me all the answers I needed. The one's I sought after. My mother was my mother, and we were products of a failed procedure. There was a chance I could turn into a bird! Well under immediate danger at least. I could see in the dark. I could make out the shape of the person texting me, but I couldn't see the face. By the sounds of the conversation, the friend was a female, a very intelligent one at that.

"Night, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Get back to training."

"Are we in trouble?"

"Yes. Major trouble."

"How do you know?"

"Mock, I didn't get rid of my phone. A friend of mom's got a hold of my number and told me everything."

"Really? Did they leave a name?"

"No. But she knew our names, and mom's maiden name. Waverly."

"No! Momma and dad got married like twenty years ago. That's an old friend. So what did she say?"

"That we are products of a failed procedure in a lab. Mom is our real mother. She was having zygotes made to be frozen just in case." Mock stood silent, for once in her life she wasn't talking or singing. Right now she looked about ready to cry. The realization that her family wasn't as perfect as she wanted them to be came crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. 

"Mockingbird it's going to be okay. Mom is are real biological mother okay? She just made us so in case of tragedy we would be there."

"Okay. But the failed procedure?"

"Bird DNA got mixed into ours. That's why we're named after them."

"You mean that I have Mockingbird DNA inside of me? The same with Jay and Cardinal?"

"Yes, and that's not all. We have a very high possibility to have the ability to change into birds in the case of immediate danger." She went to the ground.

"We're lab rats. Lab Rats!"

"Hey, Mockingbird, its going to be okay. It's kind of cool, we're like superheroes. I can see in the dark! Can you imagine what else I can do?"

"Catch worms really fast?"

"Shut up Mock." I said laughing at her failed attempt at a joke. I looked over at Jay and Cardinal. I remember mom saying that those two types of birds have an excellent ability to hear, from miles away. Great they heard everything

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