A/N: First fanfic! Yay. So, this is post Fang, with Fang, no Dylan, slight AU, Miggy. I think that's it. If anything else is different, I'll add it in future chapters.
Love y'all,
~Ulquiorra-isnt-emo
Left Hand Man Chap 1
Bullets whistle past my ear, smashing into the doorframe in front of me. My breathing is heavy, my arms pumping as I sprint around a corner into the stairwell. I can hear my friends pounding behind me as we race up the steps. Our loose neon orange prison uniforms fly out while we run, the nametag reading 006 almost ripping off my jumpsuit. We're going to escape this prison. We've gotta make it out of here. We have to. I chant my mantra internally, blocking out the rising anxiety.
We burst into a tiny platform at the top of the staircase. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, leaving no space for any other emotions. I look around frantically, looking for an escape. My eyes catch a door hidden in the back o the room. We tear through and up another stairwell. I stand at the end, waiting for everyone to file through. Exploding through one more door, we fall out onto the roof of the building.
I do a quick headcount. One, two, three, four, plus me... Only five? Where's Fang? Wasn't he right behind me? I start panicking. The rest of my group has realised he's missing too. Our gazes snap back to the doorway we came from.
"BACK OFF!" we hear him roar. There's a crash and he shoots from the staircase. A small grin flashes across my face. I feel bad for whatever idiot got in his way. We take off after him, putting as much distance between us and the entrance. I can hear the armed guards tromping up the stairs, their guns click-clacking as they cock their weapons, boots rumbling the concrete stairs.
I glance helplessly around. We've backed up to the very edge of the roof. At least all six of us, including myself, are accounted for. At least we're all alive. For now. I look to each of my friends to find them defiantly staring back. That's it. We're not going down without a fight. This isn't how we're going to end.
The tiny door bursts open again and at least ten soldiers run out onto the roof. More pour from the small entrance. They kneel and aim their guns at us, gluing their eyes to the scopes. Dozens of little red laser dots appear on our bodies. There's no escape. In front of us, imminent death. Behind us, probable death. I wish it were all a bad dream, so I wouldn't have to believe it's real. But it isn't, so I do.
I rake my best evil eye over the assembling grunts, ignoring the shouts of, "Hands up, Subject oh-oh-six!"
"LISTEN UP! We are not your test subjects. We are not labeled by you. We have names. Mine is Maximum Ride. REMEMBER IT!" They all look taken aback by my speech. It's pretty funny how stupid they look.
I sigh and look behind me at the street hundreds of feet below. I raise my arms up in a horizontal line at my shoulders in signal to my group. The dots jump to my arms and hands, ready to stop me if I try something. I ignore them, and make sure my group copies the movement. They imitate me, and we all fall backwards into the empty void behind us.
If you had the choice, you would've done what we did.
Shots are fired, but they miss, smashing into the building across the street, making dust explode from the wall or shattering windows. I smile victoriously, twisting my body so I can see the pavement rushing up to my face. I snap out my wings, catching the thick, polluted air in their feathers. I hear my friends doing the same.
Looking up, I see a bunch of guards, tiny due to the distance, shouting angrily and waving their guns. We're too far away by now to be shot at. I grin, and savour the amazing feeling of flying. We fly into the distance, serene smiles stretching our cheeks.