Clouds were gathering in the distance, as she danced with her wind, tornados swirled by her body acting as shield. With each step she took a gale of wind smashed into the ground, slammed into a tree uplifting roots, peeling bark back from the tree as if it was as fragile as glass. As if it was it was just as soft as sheep's wool…it was all too easy. Her wind was simple.
The wind howled whipping her hair across her face where storm clouds bellowed in the sky, grey and black fluff rolled overhead bringing flashes of light. Soothing wind whispered through her fingers, under her arms, and through her hair lifting her higher where her wind were fiercer at a greater altitude.
It served as an excellent lookout. Here, above the trees some fallen she could see everything. And it was here she saw her first victim. With a mild disappointment she descended to the ground with a twister at her side.
She didn't care that her face was dirt-caked, hair-matted, or even the fact her jeans were soaking wet. The rain poured heavily when she awoken, washing away some of the dirt and soil. She did care that she was separated from her family, from her flock. In fact she was furious, enraged, rain almost sizzled as it contacted her skin.
How dare she? That girl separating her from everyone! Coming in like that, swooping in, and brining terror to her family. And worst of all made her, Maximum Ride look like a joke. She was the best at what she did; protecting her flock, taking care of them, saving them in the clutch.
Well, now she would show her. This whatever she was, this new enemy. Max hugged her elbows as the rain turned a frigid cold feeling. She was too mad to feel it, she's been through worse conditions and somehow her body's adapted to it. She's gotten used to the cold, to the extreme heats, and torrential downpours.
She moved her hand across her forehead moving her hair with it, the lightning flash. Knowing that it would be too dangerous to take flight in this kind weather, she scanned the sky. She used something before? The girl. Some kind of feeling that out-tricked all of them.
A whirlwind of some sort was that her power? Max smiled knowing the weakness to the wind girl.
The dark-skinned was the first to be spotted. Not much of fight, not even a challenge. Her lips puckered out feigning poutiness but inside was smiling. Smiling that wicked grin like the Cheshire cat, and like a cat she enjoyed toying with her prey. Watching them helplessly try to escape her winds. How could they? Wind was all around them and it could crush them into mere fine fragments. But this one, she would play with for a little awhile, unfortunately this one wouldn't take long to take down.
She knew so, her charts revealed that this one's only skill was flight, excellent fight skills, acute senses nothing more. Those wouldn't be enough to withstand her gales, her winds, her twisters.
The little female was clutching her wing, examining it looking at the damage. Somehow she managed to slice through the bone, Rayne smiled; this would be easier than she thought. The girl was too concerned with her wound to notice Rayne's descent. "You should pay attention!" A gust swept through the area sending the girl flying, she backed slammed into a tree.
To Rayne's amusement the girl was getting up, staggering but slowly getting to her feet. "It would be best if you stayed down, that way I wouldn't have to be coming at you." Again, a gust of wind socked her into the stomach.
Nudge coughed, opening her eyes wide in pure pain. She grasped the tree acting as support to help her stand, and then she glared. Glared with cold, dark, brown eyes, "I don't lay down for anyone." Blood trickled down her lip.
"Well, you should." Rayne raised an eyebrow, "Of course, if you did it wouldn't be as much fun." Another gust of wind slammed into the dark-skinned girl this time cracking the tree from behind her as she went through it. She didn't go far, Rayne made sure of it. Leisurely, she approached the girl who lay in a patch of torn branches, some of their bark stripped. Stripped so much they looked like spears.
The body did not stir. Rayne sighed, "your hardly worth fighting, no skills, nothing. What a waste." She turned letting the wind seep through her body, lifting her higher.
"I'm not done." The voice came from behind and when Rayne turned she saw a punch flying for her face. Her eyebrows creased sending the little brat flying. She rolled twice before coming at a stop at the base of a tree.
"Tsk, Tsk not a wise move." She edged closer but kept her distance. "You see not many people get a chance to touch me-"
"Max did." Rayne's nostrils flared this time summoning storm clouds and hurricane winds. The howled around her creating twisters miles wide.
"Yes, and that will never happen again!" Another wave of windswept forth, but something happened the wind died down. Her twisters dissipating. "What? What's happening? You!" She glared at the dark-skinned girl. "You did this."
Nudge looked around confused by the sudden change in weather, she shrugged. How could she do this? She had no extra skills unless…
"Stop this madness, Rayne." Omega appeared out of thin air, floating several feet of the ground. His feet were barefoot wearing a neat, alabaster white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Everything about him was flawless…and lethal. "Finish the job, enough with the games."
"You promised!" Rayne spat.
"No more games." And he faded. Rayne despised the mutant. He was everything and anything he wanted to be, even commanding her. Controlling her, she didn't like control, control of her, control of her winds. She was free; at least she wanted to be free. Free like her winds, but she wasn't. And she never will be.
When she turned to face her 'toy' she watched as it staggered away, clutching its shoulder. She had endurance, she'll give her that much. But nothing more and it was time to end this sadly.
She let the winds engulf her taking her in front of the girl. The twister vanished and it was just Rayne and her, inches from each other. "It's sad, if you had more credibility you might have lived longer."
"Stuff it!" Nudge slowly moved her feet into position.
"Goodbye." The winds were howling again slamming into trees, ruffling the leaves that sounded like a raging waterfall colliding with stones. And the wind diverted? Separated slamming into a wall of concrete, going separate ways. "What's this?"
A wall somehow formed itself in front of the girl. It was as hard as concrete and just as thick but it wasn't concrete. It was some other material. Blocking her wind? "What? Where did this come from?"
Nudge smiled proud that she could do it. She could attract metal that much she knew, but she didn't realize she could separate the metal and minerals in the earth and form into something like this.
Rayne was frustrated, furious. "No!" She called on gales and whirlwinds but soon Nudge had four walls around her. The whirlwinds continued drilling into her wall. But it gave no leave, no give away the girl was perfectly safe. "Fine, you breathe air right?"
At first Nudge was confused by this question, of course she did why-
It was like drowning, she was running out of air to breathe and somehow she couldn't to get to the surface. Her lungs were crying in pain, her chest her hurt but already she was seeing dots. And she never knew if she sunk to the bottom or rose to the water's surface.
She knew the girl had fainted long before Rayne left. Omega would deal with the pick up. But that's not what was bothering her. They failed to inform her of this 'flocks' power and thus she miscalculated. If she knew that these little monsters at any powers she would have taken them seriously.
But now she wasn't so sure.
It was weird.
At first, it was like a big storm was smashing against the land than nothing. He could feel the sun on his back, warming his shoulders, birds chirping but seconds ago he could have sworn he heard thunder booming and echoing over head.
This was one of many, many cons of being blind. He didn't know what the heck was going on. Didn't know much for that matter, but he could rely on his other sense. Touch and feel the bark on his hands, letting him identify where he was. But some of the land was stripped; the bark was ripped right off feeling smooth as wood.
It baffled him, what was going on? He had to get to his other family, under their situation. Were they hurt? Or dead? Iggy immediately shook that thought from his head. That can't be and he wouldn't dare believe it.
But before that girl, with that power…even without his eyes he could give an educated guess the terror she inflicted. When he flew through the air, he knew he could have died right there. Only he managed to use his wings as like a parachute. It hurt of course, but it was better than getting tangled into a tree.
Or worse smashing into one.
He landed perfectly as always. On his feet, upright tall and erected as usual. It wasn't before he realized he was alone. Calling out his flock members names one by one, stupidly to thin air, then he realized they wouldn't be responding back to him. He was alone, separated from them and yet wasn't he always like that with them.
Not physically, but mentally. They didn't understand the burden of course not. How could they? They weren't handicapped. But he just shook his head and let a laugh escape his lips. One of the many ways to relieve the burden, the stress. But yes, he's always been a little different from the flock. Using different means, to see. Using different techniques to fight, using different ways to live his life style.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and began whistling softly. Of course, although he was alone he was never truly alone.
"Such a lovely songbird." His whistling ceased turning to the direction to where he thought he heard the voice. Rayne hopped down from the tree, landing gracefully on one foot. "No don't stop, keep going." She said sarcastically.
She stepped to the right, "not much for conversation are you?" Already Iggy could feel the wind pick up. His skin was getting goose bumps.
"Well you'll sing soon. I wanna hear you songs of screams". Wind raced forth, charging like a stampede of horse. "Sing for me!" She laughed, as wind danced around the blind one.
He rolled out of the way, doing a turn and then spread his wings in the air to take flight. A rushing sound, a train almost was coming from overhead, he rolled into mid-air again dodging the whirlwind.
"You have amazing combative skills." Iggy raised eyebrow, it's so rarely to receive a complement from a foe, "to bad your pathetic." Another rush of wind came from his side. He nose-dived towards the earth. "Very good. But see if you can dodge this." Wind was coming from all sides as he plummeted towards the earth; from above, from below, from right, left. He had nowhere to run.
Rayne smiled, she had won against this blind, pathetic mutant. She couldn't wait to see his end. He's worse off than the dark-skinned child, Nudge. His blindness the cause, she watched him helplessly try to escape watched him calculate when she only saw black. She frowned; someone must be playing a trick on her.
Omega probably, but she couldn't hear either couldn't hear her winds, couldn't see them, she tried to speak but couldn't find her voice.. In fact she couldn't feel anything…
Iggy was ready to hit them head on, he knew he couldn't escape so he braced himself. Went away, resided inside himself, so that he could feel or hear anything. Just wade it out, see what happens. That's all he had left. Till the winds died down, they disappeared; he moved his wings slightly to land perfectly on the ground. Did he win?
Did they leave him? Seems unlikely, he stepped forward reaching for something anything to where he last heard the girl's voice. Another step and he felt skin. He jerked away, but he noticed that no movement came from the enemy. Again, he reached forward feeling her, feeling her arms, her bare shoulders, her face. "Is this some kind of joke?" Again he reached out and touched her forehead.
Nothing. She wasn't moving. He didn't understand it but he figured it was now or never. He brought his fist back ready to aim for her arrogant face, when someone stopped him. "Amazing." The person whispered, and then Iggy was flown backwards.
It was like a light has shown through the dark tunnel, like a blanket has been lifted.. Rayne could see, could feel, could hear and she was never more happy. Till she saw Omega standing in her face, "Must I repeat myself, Rayne." Rayne took a shuddering step back, she didn't know where the blind boy went or what he did to her. But Omega wrath was much worse. "You get no more chances." He stared hard with cold, blue eyes like ice. And like before disappeared.
She got out of there, leave the blind boy to his fate. Despite him, he was the one that Rayne feared most of all. To unable to predict, to calculate your own death was frieghtning.
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