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to me. Nothing belongs to me. It belongs to L.J. Smith and her publishing
company. Yadayadayada. Don't sue me. I have nothing to offer.
The plane plummeted. But even before the turbulence, the child wouldn't stop screaming.
Maya gritted her teeth as the humans around her shrieked in terror as they were rocked forward in their seats. Cabin lights began flickering on and off in attempt to alert the stewardess who were trying in vain to calm the screaming passengers.
"It's beginning already", Maya mused, massaging her head. She hadn't quite recovered yet from the nasty spearing she'd be unlucky enough to endure at the hands of Hannah; Thierry's love muffin. Ever since the incident, she had been submitted to mind splitting migraines, and the small vermin in the front of the plane had just INSISTED on screaming during the entire flight. She wanted to rip its small head off and toss it out the rear exit door. Alas, she couldn't though. Something about dying in a fiery heap with vermin surrounding her just didn't really APPEAL to her. Maya sighed. The plane had stopped its downwards spiral, and was straightening out.
"This is your captain, I'm sorry about that folks. Just hit a wee bit of turbulence here. Just a minor storm; nothing to worry or panic about. Due to the weather, we'll be arriving in Los Angeles within the hour. Please remain seated during the remainder of the flight". With that, the captain logged off the intercom, and people began flickering nervous glances at neighbors, and chatting with anyone willing to lend a listening ear.
Maya snorted. Vermin. And with that thought, she allowed herself to fall into a dreamless slumber.
--------------------------------- "Welcome to Los Angeles, please exit the pl----" Maya awoke as the plane touched down. She could vaguely hear the captain's voice over the rustling of the passengers around her. She also noticed, to her aggravation, that the small child at the front of the plane was still wailing. A constant, shrill sound. Maya winced as she stood up. Her eyes shimmered with anger. Turning a pale, icy blue, then a burning molten gold.
The plane was still gliding smoothly on the landing strip when her cell phone rang. Maya searched her purse for the phone, ignoring the hapless pleas from the stewardesses.
"Maya," She answered shortly. "We've found the child, she's under our care," The voice on the other end of the connection warbled. "Stay at the address you've been designated to. Don't leave. I'm in Los Angeles now. I'll be there within the hour. Don't underestimate her Hunter. She isn't like the other powers." And with that, Maya snapped the cell phone shut. The plane had stopped moving.
Maya negated her carryover bag in the compartment above her head, she moved swiftly to the aisle, her eye on the still screaming baby now squirming in it's mother's lap.
"Is that your only child?" Maya inquired as she reached the exit door, speaking to the mother of the screaming infant. "Yes", the mother replied, looking puzzled as she tried to balance her baggage and screaming child. "She looks like a baby I once ate", Maya smiled as she grabbed the child by its torso, swiftly ripping the head from the small body. Ignoring all screams and protests; Maya tossed the remains back into the swaying line of passengers. "Remember this," Maya addressed the people, as well as the sobbing mother, "I am Maya. And I will bring you nothing but death in the coming days. Humans have ruled this world too long, and my kind is now claiming what is rightfully ours." And with that, Maya kicked open the exit door, pushing aside the scrambling attendants, and took a step outside to see the night.
She inhaled deeply. This was Los Angeles. The air was still damp, and had a lingering feel of electricity from the thunderstorm earlier. It felt thick, and alive. The stars above muted by pollution. Maya took a step down the stairs and smiled. First, she had survived the staking, and now just by chance, she had located the wildpower. Things were looking up for her.
The plane plummeted. But even before the turbulence, the child wouldn't stop screaming.
Maya gritted her teeth as the humans around her shrieked in terror as they were rocked forward in their seats. Cabin lights began flickering on and off in attempt to alert the stewardess who were trying in vain to calm the screaming passengers.
"It's beginning already", Maya mused, massaging her head. She hadn't quite recovered yet from the nasty spearing she'd be unlucky enough to endure at the hands of Hannah; Thierry's love muffin. Ever since the incident, she had been submitted to mind splitting migraines, and the small vermin in the front of the plane had just INSISTED on screaming during the entire flight. She wanted to rip its small head off and toss it out the rear exit door. Alas, she couldn't though. Something about dying in a fiery heap with vermin surrounding her just didn't really APPEAL to her. Maya sighed. The plane had stopped its downwards spiral, and was straightening out.
"This is your captain, I'm sorry about that folks. Just hit a wee bit of turbulence here. Just a minor storm; nothing to worry or panic about. Due to the weather, we'll be arriving in Los Angeles within the hour. Please remain seated during the remainder of the flight". With that, the captain logged off the intercom, and people began flickering nervous glances at neighbors, and chatting with anyone willing to lend a listening ear.
Maya snorted. Vermin. And with that thought, she allowed herself to fall into a dreamless slumber.
--------------------------------- "Welcome to Los Angeles, please exit the pl----" Maya awoke as the plane touched down. She could vaguely hear the captain's voice over the rustling of the passengers around her. She also noticed, to her aggravation, that the small child at the front of the plane was still wailing. A constant, shrill sound. Maya winced as she stood up. Her eyes shimmered with anger. Turning a pale, icy blue, then a burning molten gold.
The plane was still gliding smoothly on the landing strip when her cell phone rang. Maya searched her purse for the phone, ignoring the hapless pleas from the stewardesses.
"Maya," She answered shortly. "We've found the child, she's under our care," The voice on the other end of the connection warbled. "Stay at the address you've been designated to. Don't leave. I'm in Los Angeles now. I'll be there within the hour. Don't underestimate her Hunter. She isn't like the other powers." And with that, Maya snapped the cell phone shut. The plane had stopped moving.
Maya negated her carryover bag in the compartment above her head, she moved swiftly to the aisle, her eye on the still screaming baby now squirming in it's mother's lap.
"Is that your only child?" Maya inquired as she reached the exit door, speaking to the mother of the screaming infant. "Yes", the mother replied, looking puzzled as she tried to balance her baggage and screaming child. "She looks like a baby I once ate", Maya smiled as she grabbed the child by its torso, swiftly ripping the head from the small body. Ignoring all screams and protests; Maya tossed the remains back into the swaying line of passengers. "Remember this," Maya addressed the people, as well as the sobbing mother, "I am Maya. And I will bring you nothing but death in the coming days. Humans have ruled this world too long, and my kind is now claiming what is rightfully ours." And with that, Maya kicked open the exit door, pushing aside the scrambling attendants, and took a step outside to see the night.
She inhaled deeply. This was Los Angeles. The air was still damp, and had a lingering feel of electricity from the thunderstorm earlier. It felt thick, and alive. The stars above muted by pollution. Maya took a step down the stairs and smiled. First, she had survived the staking, and now just by chance, she had located the wildpower. Things were looking up for her.