The Last Angel: Origins
Chapter 1
Dreams of reality
A/N: Oh wow! Im so proud of this chapter! Yes this is the sequel to "The Last Angel" There's yet more mystery, ooh! Please hurry to tell me what you think. I can't wait!
Disclaimer: Don't own it. New stuff, I own, K?
"76B?"
"Wake Up, experiment, initiate"
And with a jolt- as if he had been switched on somehow- Sam awoke to find himself held down with solid steel restraints in a large, throne-like metal chair. In front of him was a small, pale, blonde haired woman with glasses who was watching Sam, studying him. Sam didn't notice this as he was too horrified to see that she was wearing a white lab coat, she was a white- coat. How could he have got here? It wasn't fair and as she turned to him with a look of intent on her blank green eyes he cried with fear. She had something metal in her hand, it had four prongs, each with a sharp pincer edge and as it caught the light it glinted and Sam cried once again in horror as she stepped towards him.
"No, please, no!"
A ghostly voice called to him.
"Sam?"
Sam felt a sharp pain in his side and suddenly he was back by the abandoned Factory. It was just a dream, a very real dream. He sat up, the flock had gathered around him, concerned looks in all their eyes. All except Fang, who was still getting up.
"Where are the erasers? You were the last to fall… I think" Said Max
"Yeh I saw you on the roof, with Lea. What happened?" Asked The Gasman
"Uh…" Sam hesitated, he himself wasn't sure, he remembered power. Maybe light. Was it him that this came from? Sam couldn't be sure.
"Where are the erasers Sam." Max demanded, a suspicious tone in her voice.
"Um… well, I dunno" Replied Sam, he saw his own hands shaking as he said this and he heard the fear in his voice. Should he tell them? What if they were scared of him?
Luckily for Sam, he didn't have to answer. Those erasers must have sent for back –up because there was a huge crash as erasers, thousands of them, came running towards the group.
"Fly!" Max yelled.
Almost as if disappearing completely, the flock shot up into the air. Max was holding Tania and giving Sam a look filled with disgust. Sam had forgotten Tania. Oops.
Without anyone saying a word the flock flew off in the same direction. They flew and flew for miles until no-one could fly anymore. Max decided they should stop and Fang found them a place on the outskirts of a small town. Near a café where they could go to find food if they had to.
"How did those erasers know we were there?" asked Iggy and Sam felt his sightless eyes somehow managing to stare intently into his own. Apparently he was a suspect.
"Maybe they followed us"
"Or they might have a base there"
"Yeh but that's a bit too convenient don't you think?"
The conversation continued into the night and after a fire was lit, food eaten and no answers found. The flock went to sleep with their heads still full of questions. Sam slept far away from the others with Tania near him as always.
The white-coat advanced toward him and put the instrument down on the small, steel table next to him. She pulled up a chair and sat down. Sam was relieved but still confused, was she toying with him?
"Now 76B, I need a few answers" Said the woman.
"There's a coincidence" replied Sam.
She picked up a knife. She had plans to make Sam talk. One way or another.
With a sharp pain in his side, Sam was rudely awoken. His wing was numb from lying on it all night yet again, but Sam noticed something different about his wings. He couldn't quite place it. They felt lighter somehow. Then suddenly Sam heard a scream behind him. He was beginning to feel light-headed.
"Sam! Whats happened!" cried Nudge. Sam turned, desperately trying to see the back of his wing. All he could see, was blood. Everywhere. It was literally pouring out of his wing. As he grew weaker he sank to his knees as everyone gathered around him. Sam could hear their voices, as if from afar. They were faint.
"Where are the supplies." Fang demanded, efficient as usual.
"Quick Nudge, get all the back packs, everything out of them" Ordered Max.
"Don't worry Sam, lie down"
Oooh! Please R& R!
