A/N: Yes people its finally here (two months later but its still here) The results of contest and the characters you sent in. Just to let you guys know the ones who submitted characters to my story (which i am most grateful for) I had to make some minor adjustments wheather it was age or the powers to make them more compatiable in the story. Also I'd like to thank my beta Imagination Domination for helping me. So thank you to all of you for submitting characters, and enjoy the story :D
Winging It
Chapter One:
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
Caden POV:
I was perched on the tree staring into my binoculars. I narrowed my eyes as the Terminators (lion-human hybrids) brought another batch of experiments out to the courtyard for training. Don't ask me why they use the name 'Terminators' 'cause it's pretty tacky, but they live up to their name. You know, because they terminate experiments. They were more productive than Erasers and actually get the job done; trust me, I've seen it firsthand.
I watched carefully as they dragged the numerous experiments into the yard for their daily 'training'. It wasn't really training. It was more of a 'who can stay standing the longest' kind of thing. I would know—I have been through it, and I have been watching it for the past three hours. I studied the experiments carefully, looking at their appearance before sighing and taking the binoculars from my tired eyes. I felt movement and a rustling of leaves beside me only to see my best friend Alyssa next to me. She handed me a bottle of water and settled on the branch next to me.
"Well, is he here?" she asked me. For the past two to three years, I've been looking for my little brother, Brendon. When Alyssa and I were being transferred to the School for further experimentation, Brendon and I got separated. After we escaped and I went back to go look for him, I found out that he has also been transferred, but I didn't know where.
I moved some of my overgrown blonde hair out of my face. I needed a hair cut bad. Being on the run did that to you. I shook my head.
"No," I said, sighing, "I don't think he's here. Looks like it's on to the next School." Alyssa groaned.
"Haven't you stopped to think that maybe he escaped like we did? We've been to over twenty different Schools all over the world. Schools, Institutes, ITEX branches, where else could he be?" she said, tucking a lock of her curly black hair behind her ear. Today she had a green flower in her hair, the same color as her eyes, a piercing emerald green. I sighed, frustrated, knowing she was probably right. I rubbed my tired eyes. Staring into binoculars for three hours strains your eyes and leaves circle marks on your face, which I'm guessing I had. I probably looked like Harry Potter right now.
"You're probably right, but I can't stop looking, you know? He's my little brother, the only blood family I have, and that means I should protect him. I can't do that if I don't know where he is, now, can I?" I said, stuffing the binoculars back into my bag and finishing the bottle of water before putting the empty bottle into the bag also.
"Come on," I said. "We're going to break these kids out tonight." I hopped out of the tree and headed toward the side of the road where my motorcycle was parked. Well, it wasn't really my motorcycle. I technically borrowed it. But I loved it; it was fast, and I loved to go fast, whether I was flying or running. A second later Alyssa joined me, and we hopped on the bike and headed toward the nearest restaurant to plan the jailbreak and get some chow. We got a booth for two and gave the waitress our orders before getting down to business. We did this every time we spied on a different School or Institute and almost always succeeded in freeing the experiments. We've failed once or twice but always got out in the end.
"Okay, so what's the plan for tonight?" Lyssa asked me. I pursed my lips and ran a hand through my hair.
"Um… I'm still working on that," I said. "I was thinking of just winging it." Alyssa groaned.
"The last time we just 'winged it,' we almost got ourselves captured again," she said
"Yea, but thanks to you and your awesome powers, we made it out," I pointed out, only being slightly sarcastic about her abilities.
"That was by a chance of sheer dumb luck, Caden, and we're not so good on the whole luck department, you know."
"What? Do you want to just leave those experiments to be tortured, or do you want to save them?" I asked her and then looked up as the waitress delivered our food. I dug greedily into my double bacon cheeseburger and almost moaned at the delicious taste. I popped a fry in my mouth then looked at her questioningly.
"Of course not!" She answered after taking a sip of her coke. "It's just that we need a reasonable plan to actually pull this off," she finished.
"Well, I'm trying to think of one," I answered before taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully. I needed a plan that would get us in and out without much trouble…
"I got nothing," I said finally. "Looks like we're going without a plan again." Lyssa scowled.
"Fine, but if we get caught, I'm holding you personally responsible, got it?" she said.
"Yea, yea, whatever, Aly," I said, smirking. That earned me a death glare and a kick to the shin. I winced; that girl could kick hard. A note to all of you people out there: never call Alyssa by "Aly"; she will kill you, literally.
"Eat your dinner," she grumbled as she stuffed an onion ring into her mouth. I chuckled and then excused myself to use the bathroom. After I was done, I looked into the mirror and frowned. We really needed a bath. And new clothes. And a haircut; well, I needed it. My blonde hair was now almost down to my shoulders. Alyssa, even without a bath and fresh clothes, was stunning. I shook my head from the thoughts I was having. I loved Lyssa, but did that love run more than friendship? I sighed and narrowed my blue-green eyes at the mirror. Was I really having this conversation with myself? I needed to think about how to break out the experiments, not how beautiful I thought Alyssa was. I splashed water on my face before heading back out to the booth Lyssa and I were occupying.
"Well, come up with a magnificent plan yet?" she asked me after I sat down. I shook my head.
"Nope," I replied, taking a sip of my Sprite.
"Didn't think so," she said, twirling the paper from the straw around in her hand.
"Why'd you even bother asking, then?" I asked, taking the last bite of my awesome burger.
"Never hurts to ask," she said. I rolled my eyes and flagged down the waitress with our bill. I gave her the money, and we were on our way.
"So tonight's break-in is going to go by just luck, right?" Alyssa asked just to make sure.
"Yup, unless I come up with some last minute idea," I said, climbing onto the bike. She climbed on behind me and put her arms around my waist.
"And those plans are always the best coming from you," I heard her murumur sarcastically behind me as I started up the bike. I chuckled, and then off we were.
DEATH VALLEY, CALIFORNIA
Alice POV:
I kicked the door of the cell and screamed, "Come on, you sick freaks, let us out and fight us like the wusses you are!" I screeched.
"Alice, you know you make no sense, since kicking the door and screaming really isn't going to do anything, right?"Alex said to me. I turned around and glared at her.
"Yes, I am very aware of that, but it never hurts to try," I grumbled before sinking to the floor, leaning against the white wall.
"We'll get out of here eventually," Mimi said, trying to be optimistic.
"I'm hungry," Alex said randomly
"Really? I never would have guessed," I said sarcastically. "We all are Alex." I rolled my eyes. I then stood up and pounded on the steel cell door again.
"Yo, what can I do to get some food in this joint?" I yelled at the door. As if on cue, it opened and three Terminators entered along with two whitecoats, and in their hands were three food trays. They set the trays down and we pounced on them like hungry Terminators. I practically inhaled my food. I had not eaten in three days, so excuse my savage eating habits. The whitecoats were still there staring at us, and it was creeping me out. I mean, they stared at us all the time but when they did it, it usually was not because we were good looking or anything, and if it was, that is a little creepy.
"Can I help you?" I asked a whitecoat with food in my mouth. So, I was not one for manners, so sue me. I grew up in a freaking dog crate; do you really expect me to be polite and shit? He seemed surprised that I could talk. Must be a newbie.
"It's just amazing how fast you ate your food. That was a recurred time," he said, amazement in his voice. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I haven't eaten for three freaking days; gee, I wonder why I was so hungry. You try not eating for three days, and let's see how fast you eat your food." I growled up at him. I then picked up my tray and handed it to him. "Oh, and while you're fasting, get me some more chow, would you?" I added. The whitecoat took the tray and nodded eagerly, that spaz. The other whitecoat, one I recognized, glared at him and took the tray from his hands.
"No more for you," she said glaring at me, then looked at the other whitecoat and said "Now, Dr. Simmons, don't go listening to these experiments. They're nothing but mistakes, abominations, and require no special treatment." She says that like we get any. "Now, you" She pointed at Mimi. "Come with me. You're due for test in lab…" She looked at her clipboard. "Six, now let's go." Without much of a protest the Terminators hauled her to her feet and dragged her out, followed by Dr. Spaz and the other whitecoat, slamming the door behind them and locking us in.
"I wonder what they're going to do to her," Alex wondered aloud. I nodded, wondering the same thing. Poor Mimi. I sighed and stood up heading to my bunk. Yes, we had bunk beds now, not dog crates. They sometimes put us in them when we were bad, but now we experiments got cells with beds. Yay! Note the sarcasm. However, it was better than nothing ; you have to be grateful for some things. The bunks were steel like at jail and the sheets were white like everything else in this freaking room, but it was better than nothing. I lay down on my bunk and closed my eyes, begging sleep to overcome me soon. Thankfully, I soon fell asleep.
SAME PLACE
Klause POV:
I crouched down in the forest behind the property of the school in California. Cash was crouched down next to me as we spied on the property.
"Okay, so here is the plan, I go in break, out the experiments, then we run like hell and get out of here. Got it?" I asked him. He looked at me, annoyed.
"Why can't I go in, too?" He asked me.
"Because it's too dangerous for you," I said seriously.
"It's as dangerous for me as for you," he scoffed. Hmmm, good point.
"Yea, but I'm older and more experienced in fighting," I said after a moment.
"Only by three years, and you are not!" he exclaimed.
"Age has made me wiser," I said in one of those hippy tones. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and opened his mouth to protest, but I cut him off before he got a word out.
"Look, kid, I'm going to go in and you're going to stay here, alright?" I asked him. He just huffed and crossed his arms. I smiled and ruffled his white longish hair. I stood up and looked at him.
"Okay, I'm going in, but if I'm not back in, let's say, an hour, that means something went wrong, and I want you-"
"-to come in after you?" he asked eagerly, interrupting me.
"No, I want you to run, and go somewhere safe; got it kid?" I asked
"But where would I go?" he asked me.
"I don't know. You're a smart kid. Find somewhere." I turned to leave. "And stay safe, alright?" I said, looking into his yellowish eyes. He pouted but nodded. I chuckled as I walked off, a pouty 13 year-old boy behind me. I have yet to see it all. I turned and ran toward the building.
COLORADO MOUNTAINS
Aero POV:
I looked outside of the window of the house we were in temporarily. It was a small cabin in the woods of the Colorado Mountains. I turned away from the window into the small kitchen. Joey was sitting on a stool by the counter, trying to get out the last of the ravioli from the can he had in his hand.
"You know," he said, putting the last spoon-full in his mouth, "I could get used to this," he finished, swallowing and taking a sip of OJ from the container. I wrinkled my nose.
"At least get a glass, moron," Jane said, coming into the kitchen. "Some of us want to drink something without your DNA all over it," she said while sitting down next to him on another stool. Joey finished the carton before throwing it at Jane's head. She glared at him.
"Oops, my hand slipped," he said and smirked. She picked up the carton, giving him her best death glare before throwing the container away and making her way behind Joey. She slapped him on the back of the head.
"Oops, my hand slipped," she said with a fake innocent smile, her words dripping with sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and stood up, throwing the ravioli can away.
"I'm sure it did," he said. I just laughed to myself as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Real attractive, Jane," Shanay-nay said, waltzing in the kitchen. "Try keeping that tongue of yours in your mouth until you and Joey are alone, 'kay?" she said with a smirk. It took Jane a second to let what Shany-nay said sink in before her face got bright red, from anger or embarrassment I did not know. Shanay-nay's smirk only grew.
"Ew!" Jane screeched. "The day my tongue gets anywhere near him is…. the day Aero gets a boyfriend!" she said. My smile immediately turned to a scowl. What was that supposed to mean?
"What's that supposed to mean?" I voiced aloud. Jane looked at me as if she just noticed I was in the room. Her face paled and she started stuttering.
"I-I-I-I was just…." She trailed off not knowing what to say. However, Joey decided to finish for her.
"Face it, Aero, your just not dating material," her said, a smug look on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Oh, and you think you are?" I asked him
"Of course I am," he said smugly. I rolled my eyes
"A little cocky, aren't we?" I said to him.
"Face it, neither of you guys are dating material. The day either of you goes on a date I will be laughing my ass off," Shanay-nay said, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Okay, can we stop talking about our non-existent love lives and concentrate on something more important, like what our next move is?" I asked my mini-flock (well, kind-of flock; technically, Jane was part fish, not part bird, but I still considered them my flock).
"I say we just stay here," Joey stated as if it was the most obvious thing to do.
"We can't; the owner is bound to come back soon, and we have to be long gone by then," I reminded him. He sighed and nodded.
"I know," he said almost inaudibly. I am going to have to say that out of all of us, Joey is the most sensitive to moving from place to place and being on the run. He takes that stuff the hardest.
"Well, might as well enjoy the rest of our short stay by getting a tan," Shanay-nay said.
"Um, I hate to break it to you, Sha, but you can't get a tan. You're black," Joey said to her. She sighed dramatically.
"No shit, Sherlock, but it doesn't hurt to pretend, and besides, Jane here could use a nice tan," she said. And she had a point: Jane was pretty pale, even though she spends most of her time in the sun with us while we're flying. Shanay-nay grabbed Jane's hand and dragged her outside.
"Let's get you some color, chika," she said as they went out the door. I laughed at Jane's pained face. Joey looked at them with an amused expression on his face. The door shut and his face became blank.
"Look, I know you hate that we have to be on the run again, but-" I started to say but he cut me off.
"-but it's not safe, we need to keep being on the move, we can't stay in one place too long, they might find us a bring us back.' I've heard it all, Aero. You don't need to go over it again since I know we need to be on the move, but it doesn't mean I have to like it." And with that, he stood up and left the room. I sighed and slumped in my chair, resting my head on the counter. My head shot up when I heard Jane yell my name. I made my way outside only to be stopped in my tracks at the sight I saw. In front of Jane and Shanay-nay were two kids. There was a boy who looked about eight or nine, and a girl of about fourteen. They looked scared, beaten, and starving.
"Who are you guys?" I asked. I heard the back door slam behind me and guessed it was Joey. I was proven correct when I saw him stand next to me. Jane and Shanay-nay joined on my other side.
"I'm Skyler and that's Radon. We just escaped from the School," the girl said.