-Hi! Guess what! New chapter! I know, I know, I am really breaking some new ground. Ha ha. Oh, and MAX AND HER FLOCK ARE NOT DEAD! But I'm not telling you where they are…hahaha. Anyways, before I forgot to add the disclaimer, so I'll keep it to the point. I own nothing you recognize, and everything you don't. Yay. Though I would love to own Max. Do I look like a have any ownage? Well, you can't see me….anyways, on to the story.
Chapter two
I woke up to sheer and utter chaos.
Abigail was on top of me, viciously trying to wake me up, shaking me so hard I thought my neck was liable to fly off and hit the tree. Groggily, my eyes still clouded over and glassy from sleep, I shoved her off me, and peeked around.
Mara and Omega. Mara and Omega and company. Mara and Omega with very large company. Mara and Omega, the people who are on the top of my Croak List. Mara and Omega, with flyboys.
I sprang to my feet, already feeling adrenaline coursing through my veins. I try and calm myself down, but this is bad. We look surrounded, and there is probably no way we'd possibly be able to just run. We'd have to fight. With the condition we're in, I'm guessing we'd lose. So I'll try plan B…but first I have to make one.
"What do you want?" I spit out, trying to sound tough. Trying to not wet myself. Trying to not completely loose it. Like I don't know what they want.
Next to me, Dulce slips her small hand into mine. I tighten around it, and just in that comes strength. Like, now that I have people to protect, I can actually be brave, instead of pretending.
"We don't want anything," Mara hisses. Her claws are fully extended, looking lethal. Just one little slip on my neck, and I would so be dead. What makes this situation all the more suckish is that I know this. I know that I can't win. I know it, My flock knows it, They know it. They know we know it. Everyone knows it.
So basically I have three options. Die right here. Die at the Itex head, or Die trying. I'm gunna die trying, because I have no brain apparently.
I snap my fingers, and everyone is besides me in an instant. The snap is our thing. It also makes me feel cool, like some slick Mafia leader, all my little mafiettes come running to my sides. Jassan and Duke take their places at my sides, in front of the younger kids. Abigail stands facing the other way, into the faces of little beady red eyes. Caleb and Dulce are squashed in the middle, looking scared and unsure. Like how I feel, but I do a better job at not showing.
"Look," Mara begins conversationally. She takes a step forward, and Duke tenses, like a coiled spring, he's ready to jump. His tension is making me uneasy and nervous. I want to hold him back. "There is nowhere to go. There will never be any place to go."
Mara certainly knows how to push an escaped mutant's buttons. I press my lips together, feeling my gut start to bubble, like lava. My conscience is screaming at me, and my Common sense is screaming at me to. I suppose I'm working without those to things. Now I'm Nadine Scott: Girl who Can't Figure Out The Need To Know Basics Of Flight Or Fight. I mean, don't even mice have that instinct? And here I am, just winging it out.
"You can either come with us, or die right now. You can work for Itex! You can live, and be free too." Immediately, I feel like she's shoved a rake down my throat. It scrapes at my throat, and I can't speak. Luckily, I have Jassan to break the awkward silence.
"Isn't that kind of contradicting? I mean, if I'm following someone's orders, then I'm not free." He turns to me halfway, his icy blue eyes sneaky looking. "That's a total conflict of interest!" I purse my lips, and clench down on Dulce's hand. I can feel her trembling, her porcelain skin sweaty and red.
"Come with us," Now Omega has stepped forward, and is looking probably a lot like I do right now, completely deadpanned. Straight faced, and unresponsive. Duke is fiddling with his pocket. He was trying to cock his gun. Failing too. With a fed up grunt, he gives up, and looks at me sideways for orders. How can I give him any though, I can't even give orders to myself! Inside, I picture a little battle going on between my ignorance and my common sense. Ignorance is winning.
"What do you say?" Mara prompts. She's edging closer, bringing the hoard of mindless flyboys with her. I edge back a little bit, bumping into Caleb. I glance back to look at him, noting that he looks like he's just swallowed a big one packed in oil. I smile at him, trying to send reassurance that I don't have. He gives a halfhearted smile back, but it doesn't reach his panicked eyes.
"I say-" I look over my flock. Duke, ready to kill, jaw clenched so hard I'm worried his teeth will break. Jassan, a determined look on his face, which is so rare to see. Abigail, who is looking at me over her shoulder with light blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders, now free of the band. I angle downwards, facing my babies. No one will hurt these people. I love these people.
"I say kiss my ass," I finish. Mara's face darkens, and her clawed hands clench. But she's too late. My flock has already sprung into action, as soon as my words had been spoken. Duke, whipping the small hand gun from his sweatshirt pocket, shot down the nearest flyboy. If he dares even trying to shoot Mara or Omega, we'll have the entire Itex community looking to slaughter us.
The flyboys, also heavily armed, start shooting at will. Darts, tranqs, whatever you want to call them. Either way they are so not good.
But everything is moving in slow motion. I see the darts moving toward me, and I'm able to move out of the way. I swing my arm in an arc, landing it on a flyboy's metal head. My arms bounces of, my bones vibrating from it. Note to self: Metal…not such a good thing to mess with.
Instead, I dodge the flyboys clumsy hands and head straight for Mara. Mara is not metal, hopefully hitting her wont jar my bones. Jassan took up where I left off, swinging a crowbar he got from his pack like a madman. He clonks a flyboy upside the head, and then slams it down on his back, hard. The red eyes slowly fade out.
I'm still running at Mara. She's now running at me. Again, my common sense is yelling go the other direction! What the hell are you doing? Going towards the person who wants to kill you? I ignore it, let my heels fall back. I slide on the ground at just the right angle. Before Mara can realize what I've done, I've knocked her down. I quickly jumped to my feet, remembering one of those old wrestling poses they used to do, with the whole elbow thing. With out giving it a second thought, I pounce on her, my elbow sticking out in front of me. It made contact with Mara's stomach, and she lets out a breath.
"There's to many!" Abigail shouted to me. For a split second, I turn to look at her. She has a deep gash on her forehead. It's dripping in her eyes and mouth. She lifted a hand to touch it, and recoiled when she touched her skull.
Looking at her was a mistake. Mara jumped up, escaping from my stupidly not tight grip, and slashes her claws across my face, sending me reeling backwards. She gives a whole new meaning to the word catfight. Instantly, I can feel my cheek swell, red welts, I'm sure, are appearing on my face. Soon they will start to bleed. Luckily, She only cuffed me. Luckily, I was semi-consciencely prepared.
Still, the blow sent me to the ground, flat on my butt. My tailbone starts to throb, which is certainly an uncomfortable place to be throbbing. In my position, I catch a glimpse of Caleb and Dulce.
Omega had Dulce by the arms, his hand completely swallowing her thin forearm. Caleb has literally thrown himself on Omega's back, pounding on his head with both fists, screaming swear words I know I didn't teach him. Then I realize I've lost sight of Duke.
I scramble to my feet, completely ignoring tranqs flying around me. My gaze scratched the Earth, but Duke isn't here. I can't find him. But I can hear him, and the vile names he's screaming at flyboys!
I spread my wings, and prepare to lift up, but then stop. Ouch! I glance down at my arm, and the small little needle thing sticking out of it. I didn't even get a chance to think. I feel myself falling, my wings brushing the dirty ground. The colors of the now light forest are blurring together, like someone has poured water all over a freshly done canvas painting. Faces melt together, and my last thought was this: Nadine Scott- terminated experiment.
-Okay, I hope that was okay. I know I haven't really showed much of her flock's personality. But I will, PROMISE! Review? Please? Suggestions and criticism is loved!