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Seraphina's Song

I don't remember much before the dark times. That's what I call the last sixteen years of my life anyway. My father tells me I was mischievous, in a good way; that I could make the coldest person smile warmly when they watched me tumble, dance, and flit around. But I can't ever remember being happy. I blame most of my misfortune and unhappiness on the monsters who killed my mother. The rest I blame on my father.

It was him who taught me how to hate them, to trust no one, to fight both honorably and dirty, to slip through the shadows like I was part of them. He also taught me the most important rule: never kill unless you have no other choice.

It was a little ironic. He wanted revenge for taking away the one and only person he could ever love and enjoy the world with and yet he wouldn't end their lives. He would only make them miserable. Whenever they found us, we would always leave them wounded or unconscious. And when we found them, we would leave them broken.

I would linger sometimes before spreading my midnight black wings, wondering why my father refused to end his pain and therefore my suffering. I could never bring myself to leave him, and so I was stuck following his plans for revenge.

Because I may not remember the times when I could dance barefoot in the rain without a care in the world, but I do remember the exact moment it ended.

I had listened to the dead silence after that fatal explosion and with growing panic crept out of my hiding place to find the one I desperately needed to see in one piece. I had stumbled my way through bodies strewn across our backyard and the next thing I knew I had found my way to her. I sat on the bloodied grass and held her hand until my father arrived, numb with disbelief with what was happening around me on one of the rare and sun shiny days.

It was the sound that made me realize he had finally come back. The sound that had haunted my dreams and nightmares ever since. My father was clutching her in a grip like that of a drowning man making that sound as if he were screaming 'NO' and whispering 'please' at the same time. The moan it brought made me shake with suppressed tears. He had sounded so broken and lost that my once happy world decided to shatter so completely that I would never find the pieces to put it back together again.

We never went back there, wherever that place was. Like I said, I couldn't remember much.

I was currently sitting crouched at the top of a building over looking the city night life. I had turned eighteen today and was planning on marking the occasion my own way.

My father was at the ranch we owned in Minnesota for the weekend meeting with a contact in the new organization tomorrow. I didn't mind being here alone. What I did mind, was being left out of the action. I knew if our contact had solid information that my father would infiltrate one of the organizations without me—again.

I guess my father liked to be alone these days, too. But he needed someone to watch his back from time to time.

I stood up, determined to leave all thoughts of loneliness behind and stepped off the edge. There was an abandoned construction site on one side and I used the area as cover for the stunts I liked to pull. I didn't need my wings for this maneuver. Like most mutant hybrids, I had a 'super' power. Psychokinesis. The ability to move things with my mind.

I slowed the speed of my fall by concentrating and pushing the air up beneath me. Enough so, that I landed with barely a sound and headed off in the direction of the night club I went to on occasion. The crowd never had anyone over twenty-one since the owner, Angel Michaels, banned any alcoholic beverages from his place.

That's why I liked going to Angel's, which also happened to be the name of the place. And yes, I realize the irony in that too. It wasn't a place where druggies and creeps were allowed but a place, more like a safe haven, for kids who just needed to get away for awhile.

I want to get one thing straight first. My father and I are not on the run like my mother and he were before. We're more like hunters, of the monster type. Zachary had created enough followers to create organizations close enough to that of the mafia type. Except these monsters could actually become the real creepy crawlies children imagined in their nightmares.

The scientists who created the experiments before are all gone, but their notes and samples still remain and Zachary's been able to successfully make more genetic hybrids. Not to mention get himself involved in drug running, slave trafficking, and mercenary work of the assassination variety.

My father and I are working to stop him. And we're not alone. We have contacts, both friendly and those bribed—hybrids that we've helped release and create lives for themselves. We even have a couple of feds on our side.

It's like an underground revolution working to bring down the monsters that no one else can see. It got frustrating at times when we spent months tracking a target to have them disappear, but other than that it was worth it. We've saved so many lives that would have been tortured and killed. But I couldn't help thinking if this job was worth entire life.

It's not like I needed schooling, I'm smart just like my parents. Well, smart enough. And we get enough money coming in that I don't need a day job to keep us fed. Don't ask me how we get it, just know that it's for a good cause. Denial works wonders for me sometimes. But I lived from one job to the next and I trusted only three people.

Walking down the empty back streets of a city is calming sometimes. I get to watch the steam rise out of the gutters, listen to the distant traffic, and feel the night air reassure me that I could take on any idiot who thought he could get some kicks messing with some teenage girl. But it seemed tonight would be different and knew the second my phone rang that my fun happy birthday evening wasn't going to happen.

Sighing in resignation, I stopped and stepped into the entranceway of an alley.

"Seraphina Ride, psychic bird kid who just lost her night of dancing euphorically." Well wasn't I in a good mood. Not.

"Take your attitude out on the dogs. We've got movement at ground 2." A deep voice ordered.

"Rescue mission?" Immediately sobering, I switched from passive rebel to active soldier in a heartbeat.

"Make sure you're dressed. Lily and Tyler are coming too."

"Ten minutes, Seth."

"You've got seven." Click.

I grinned as I started running, knowing they wouldn't dare make a move without me if they could help it. I was the best of the four of us in a fight (my father didn't count).

Seth was one of my dad's friends who followed us wherever we went, giving us help where we needed it. He was like me in the way that he was born from two hybrids. At least, I've never been corrected, but I knew he didn't grow up in a cage. He was so different from the genetic wolves that he seemed like a completely different species. Like he was a true wolf.

I kept a quick pace in the direction of the site where information had led us to believe the organization was holding slaves and experiments until they needed to use them, for whatever reason.

A rescue mission meant allowing our presence in the city to finally be known by kicking some dog hindes and busting out the intended prisoner.

If there was movement noted, then either a slave was about to become dog meat or an experiment was going to be terminated. Either way the intended end wasn't going to be so bright for the victim.

I quickly used the changing room in one of the open shopping outlets. I slipped out of my rockin' dance outfit and into some black boots, black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, and black gloves with a black hood. My eyes didn't even show. All in all I looked like the stereotypical ninja.

You really have to hand it to those guys, they certainly knew how to make themselves invisible at night, not to mention hide their identities well.

I slipped out the back so as not to attract attention and took off from the darkened ally into the night sky.

Ground 2 was three 'abandoned' buildings on the outskirts of town. A twelve-foot barbed wire fence bordered the surrounding area with some shrub climbing on parts to keep up appearance of disuse. But surveillance had caught motorcades coming and going at random intervals so we were positive someone was being held there.

We were also positive that they didn't use any cameras for security; only those mutant dogs to patrol every once in a while. Sort of arrogant of them, actually.

I landed on the building's roof adjacent to our mark with nothing but a whisper as I tucked my wings back in. Two figures were crouched at the edge keeping watch and I silently joined them.

Lily was only thirteen with hair as pale gold as the first light of the sun and eyes to match. She was the most recent addition to our little family and the most protected. She hated fighting, or any confrontation for that matter, but she was useful when it came to gathering information and assessing a situation. She could tell if someone was lying or not, if someone was going to turn right or left, if a bomb would go off before we opened a door. It wasn't exactly mind reading or visions. In fact, we didn't really know how her power worked but she's saved our lives in the past, so we didn't pester her about it.

She gave a slight nod of her head and handed me an earpiece out of her pocket. Her hands were small, just like the rest of her, and so pale that she almost glowed in the dark. I tapped them and she gave a sheepish smile before slipping her gloves and hood on.

Tyler sat next to her, steadily watching the doors two stories below. He was fifteen and the closest thing Lily had to a big brother. His disheveled brown hair had fallen across his ice blue eyes again.

It seemed to suit his power well. He could cool the water in the air to a point where he could actually create solid ice. Like that X-men kid, except he didn't need to hold out his hand and concentrate hard at all. When we had rescued Lily, he was the one to carry her all the way home. I guess his protective instincts toward her started then. He's never really left her side since.

It was only five minutes of motionless boredom until Seth's voice came over the earpiece. I thought it was kinda cool having someone talk in your head, but I thought all things out of the norm were awesome.

"Everyone ready?" Seth asked.

"Ready, waiting, and yet waiting some more. Be there in seven minutes." I softly mocked, allowing the mike on my neck to pick up the sound.

"Yeah, but you're not late now are you?" Before I could come up with yet another comeback, which I'm sure would have been fabulously inappropriate, he cut me off, "I'm going to trip the alarm, when the guards look like they're all out, make your move. You're going to have seconds, Sera, before they realize what's happened and lock the place down. Two minutes, and then I want everyone fifty yards from here, got it?"

"Affirmative," Lily replied quickly.

"Got it, Boss." Tyler, suck up.

"Two minutes? Last time it was three?!" How does he expect me to get in there and rescue someone and be gone in two minutes?!

"If you can't do it, then I will," Seth said in that infuriatingly smug voice of his.

Gritting my teeth, I told him what he could do with that attitude of his and proceeded to jump the roof of the building we had been watching and ran for the nearest skylight. He never did say anything about going through the front door, I thought with a grin.

Seconds later a shrill alarm pierced the air and dogs were busting out of rooms and out the doors looking around for the source of invasion. I jumped forward and inevitably crashed through the glass, landing and taking off at a run down the hall and around the corner before the showering glass could finish making a racket against the floor.

The buildings were easy enough to figure out, which we had done previously, and I made my way to the cage sitting in the middle of an inner room in no time at all. There was always one in every building. I guess the organization didn't want a revolt or something to break out and overpower their guards, which goes to say how horribly easy they could be to take down if you weren't alone.

I expected the figure to be small and huddled to one side in fright, or unconscious. The boy was neither. He sat looking ready to spring with alert and lucid eyes flickering back and forth. I didn't have time to think about it as I ran up to the front where he could see me. I inspected the lock and decided I didn't have time to get the picks out of my pocket.

I closed my eyes and put my hand over the lock. I could see the inside mechanism in my head. Not a clear picture but like a presence, like I became part of the lock for one moment and saw the key. It snapped into place and I quickly pulled the door open.

Fatigue washed over me and left me staggering as I went to get up and out of the boy's way. Using my 'gift' on industrial things versus natural forces always seemed to take more energy out of me.

The wave of dizziness passed quickly and I straightened up, only to be met with the deepest green eyes I had ever seen. They were almost like emeralds. What I took at first to be a boy turned out to actually be a young man. A little older than me, actually.

I took a step back in surprise and trepidation. He was taller and bigger than I was. His hair was black and it fell into his eyes slightly. His skin was a caramel brown but it looked smooth enough to be marble.

But it was the way he held himself that sent my heart racing. It was like the way a predator would stand, still as stone in that last second before it would move lightning fast and have its prey with a broken neck in its mouth the next.

I didn't move. Some part of by brain was telling me to make a break for it, fight my way past him, but it wasn't loud enough and the other part was saying if you don't move he won't get you.

But it didn't last. Seth's voice came loud and urgent out of the earpiece and in the silence of our frozen moment his voice could be heard throughout the room.

"Styx! Styx, where the hell are you? Get out of there! Get out of there, NOW! They've got Trackers!"

The mention of Trackers sent my head turning toward the entrance in more fear than I had felt a moment before. I had only encountered a Tracker once and I never wanted to repeat that experience.

The second I took my eyes off of him though, I found myself pinned to the wall behind me and then he spoke.

"If you think I'm going to fall for this trick, too, then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. Now, you have two seconds before I break your neck," see I told you, "to answer my questions. Who are you?"

I didn't waste any time, I knew Seth would be able to hear me and come back no matter what the situation, but my anger had been rekindled and this guy was seriously starting to tick me off.

"Styx and I have no idea what you're talking about. We came here to break you out and if you don't let me go I'm gonna have to break your pretty nose. And then we're gonna have to start running before we get the wonderful chance to die very slowly." I said quite sweetly.

He looked at me then and I think my sarcastic hysteria allowed him to catch on to the fact that I wasn't the danger waiting to torture him.

He let me go and stepped back. But only a step. I kept myself pressed against the wall and looked at him warily before talking again.

"Boss, we're moving out, turn back. I'm not in danger anymore, turn back!" I bit out.

"You're not even out of the building yet!" He was angry but I could hear the hint of desperate worry in his voice.

"Just get to Ice and Petals. They're going to need you." I turned the mike and earpiece off. We never used our names during a mission. Less chance of Zachary finding out which part of the world we were staying in.

Emerald eyes watched me curiously.

"All right, we're gonna have to move fast. Follow me." And I took off without waiting to see if he would follow or not. Honestly, if the guy was gonna be so rude to his rescuers he could stay and get eaten for all I cared.

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