Jack wasn't surprised by the way Mrala reacted, but he was still annoyed. He gave Scott a look that said What did you expect? And jogged after her. "Mrala look," He help up his hands, stopping anything she might say to him. "Just listen to me for a second. I don't know what your problem is. Whether you think you're better than everyone else or what, but let me tell you something, you're not okay? I'm not better than Scott, or anyone here, and you're not any different, got it? So why don't you come off it?" She was speaking in a low voice, trying to keep calm. His words were sharp though, he wanted her to get the point. "We all have these powers, gifts curses. Whatever you decide to call them, we all have that in common. We were all sent here. You have to live with us, so why don't you at least try to get along?" He sighed and shook his head. "You know what? Don't even try to get along, just stop being a bitch. Good for you, you snooped and you know everyone's past. You should know then that we are all the same. We are the same because we're different than everyone else in the world." He clenched his jaw muscles and turned away from her. He turned his head to the side, not looking at her, but still speaking to her. "You're not stronger because you don't need anyone, you're stupid because you think you can do this on your own. Let me tell you something, you can't." He began walking away from her again, his hands in his front two pockets.
Marlow listened to his story. When he got to the part about the man cutting off his wings, she had a terrible flashback to when she was a kid. She put her hand over her mouth, trying to keep her self from being sick. She hated talking about her past. She looked at Blake with watery eyes, her hands now behind her back. She was stroking the scar on her wrist with her other thumb. She wasn't listening to him anymore, but suddenly she was brought back to reality, after replaying the last moments with her mother again. I would have been better off if this had worked the first time, or even the second. You know what they say though. Third times the charm. She dug her thumb nail into her wrist, created a small cut there. "Okay, I'll try." She forced a pretty smile. She bent her knees, and flapped her wings, creating a cool wind. She shot up into the air, and was instantly colder. It was already raining, and the wind was stronger up in the sky. This was easy for her though. There was a simulation room at the facility and she practiced flying. AS she flew back and forth, she was beginning to get bored, bu the wind picked up and the rain fell harder. I hope it doesn't start hailing. AS soon as she thought it, marble sized hail began falling from the sky. She was having trouble flying now, she had never down this before. She began trying to descend, so that if she fell, it wouldn't be as long of a fall. She lost her balance a a couple of times, but was able to regain her composure. Now the strong winds were carrying her away, farther and farther from the mansion. She began to panic, not wanting to be far from her new home. She was trying hard to fly back, but the hail was growing in size and was bruising her body. "STOP!" She screamed, and it did. Everything did. The wind, rain, hail. It was all gone. She was so shocked at the change, she lost balance and began hurtling towards the ground. She landed on her side with a hard thud and a small crack, and let out a small groan. "Not again." This time she didn't roll to break the fall. She sighed and rolled over onto her back. She had broken a rib. "Great just great." She decided to wait there until Blake and Noa came over to her. She didn't feel like walking.