Rahab: The Angle of Death

by BlackbloodedSoul2

Rahab is avion-human hybrid, and a cyborg too. Her life has been crazy enough as being a bird kid is, but it's about to get crazier. Not only does she have to cope with old enemies, but also new autobot allies. I do not own any of the transformer characters nor Maximum Ride. Just Rahab, who is based off of the MR character of Iggy. I don't own the original ideas either.

1. Chapter 1

It was a dark night. The air was clear the stars shone brightly above. It was nights like these that people like Rahab walked along empty road sides in order to clear her mind. Now you may ask, who is this Rahab? Standing at a glorious 5'8", Rahab stood tall. Long black hair framed her pale face. And, despite the dark, sunglasses sat on her nose, shielding her dull emerald colored eyes. She walked with an air of caution and slight hostility that would cause a person to steer clear of her skinny frame.

This young woman, appearing roughly 20 years of age, generally wore a dark jacket over a black camisole. Her legs were adorned by loose fitting cargo pants that were easy to move in. On her feet were a pair of worn black combat boots and her hands easily slipped inside of leather gloves. It was this woman who walked the streets so late at night, seemingly without a care in the world. Any passerby might have found this strange girl an oddity, but this was her norm, hiding under the blanket of night.

As this young person traveled the deserted roads, she tilted her head left and right, as if to a beat only she could hear. Every now and again, when a car would approach, the girl would fade away from the roadside, stilling herself and letting the vehicle pass her by. But on this very night, not one car had bothered her, and so Rahab took a chance and allowed herself the berth of the road. A small smile graced her lips as her head tilted back, her eyes closed. Her fingers brushed through her hair twice, before falling back to her sides, resting.

Rahab sighed to herself before tilting her head again, making sure no one was around. Having been satisfied, the young woman slid the jacket off of her body and draped it over her right arm. This said arm had a metallic tint to it, having been a prosthetic, and also a weapon, having the ability to turn into a sword.. A slight breeze blew by, ruffling her hair. Behind her, feathers blue lightly along, as if skipping along the asphalt. Ra turned her head once more before lifting her arms up and stretching her limbs. A light scraping could be heard as she moved, but she paid it no mind. Rahab reached in front of herself, and popped her joints. As she did, a pair of wings slid out from behind her camisole.

Tainted memories accompanied the freeing of her wings and Rahab unconsciously rubbed her eyes, behind the glasses. Long ago, when she had been a mere child, Rahab had been known by a different name: 0765. This was her number, her identity. She hadn't been born as all humans were, instead, she was 'conceived' in a test tube and developed in an incubator. Her DNA having been tampered with in that process. As soon as she was ready to be 'birthed', Rahab had been thrown into a dog crate. She was programed to survive, and so she did just that.

The place that created her took her eyesight at a young age, leaving her with her heightened hearing. Not long after that, the girl was left to the mercy of the creator's guard dogs, claiming her right arm. Her left leg soon followed, along with several of her internal organs. Her heart wasn't even her own, instead the same tissue that made up her limbs. Unlike many prosthetics, these ones seemed almost like living tissue, but of course, she would never have given those scientists the pleasure of knowing she could feel them. She hated humanity and it wasn't until her later years, she never knew how warm and kind the human race could be. And despite the good she had known, it was few and far between, destroying her faith in the dominate species of earth.

Rahab quickly threw her jacket back on, not wanting to spend more time going down memory lane than necessary. She had been too late in making this decision, a speeding ambulance plowing into her before she had a chance to get out of its way. As she sailed over the vehicle, her mind went to the strangest place, picking up on many things, such as how it didn't have it's light on and how it seemed to thrum with life, like her arm did. Just as she was about to do a fantastic death roll, she chuckled at how utterly insane it would be if that ambulance had actually been made of the same substance she was.

Edited 09/25/17