Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26108027-20151004045211

Timber takes a sharp left, panting. She flaps her large brown wings in an attempt to go faster. Robin's voice echoes behind her.

How bad can I possibly be?

Timber screams, both in fear and pain. Robin laughs insanely and starts pulling Timber's feathers out. Timber kicks Robin away and runs harder. Robin tackles Timber and shoves her against the floor. Timber struggles to look away from Robin's eyes. Suddenly, Timber is holding Robin down. Robin grins, grabs the front of Timber's shirt, and forces her to look into her eyes. Timber's vision swims. Muffled music is playing somewhere.

''How bad... Can I possibly be?''

Robin chuckles at hearing Timber say this. Timber's face blanks for a second, then returns to normal. Robin releases Timber's shirt. Timber doesn't move at first, she slowly gets up. Robin's voice echoes in her head.

"Find them and bring them to me." Robin says. Timber nods and climbs out of a nearby window. 