Chapter 2
I stared at the obliterator in front of me, pure hatred radiating from every bone in my body. By the way, an obliterator is an experimental project done by the labs hunting us. They're half wolf, half human and all sorts of nasty. Basically just imagine a human body with long arm and leg hair. And don't forget the claws and snout full of razor sharp teeth. I guess today was my lucky day.
"Aw, you guys had me worried, here I thought you all died in some horrible explosion." I guess he wasn't in the joking mood because all I got were some claws to the face. He missed my eye which was good, I'll be needing that. "Ok ugly, you wanna go! Let's dance!"
"Good, I need something to sink my teeth into." He lunged at me but I was already in the air, only eight or so feet above his head. I let my wings fold and I dropped, my feet slamming into his face. He crashed to the ground but got back up instantly. I picked myself up from where I had fallen and got into my fighting stance, fists up. Warm blood dripped onto my arm, staining my blue tee-shirt.
I aimed a punch at his cheek, of course with today's luck he dodged it. Before I could pull back my arm he had his teeth closed around it. I screamed in pain as he bit harder, and I swear, through the blood, I could see him smiling. I punched him in the gut with all my might but his grip didn't falter. I'm in real trouble, I thought to myself. The pain in my arm was horrific, it felt like someone had lit a hammer on fire and smashed it into my arm.
Then I felt a small prick in my neck. I looked down to see a syringe in the obliterator's hand. My vision started to cloud and I felt myself getting weaker. I can't let myself give in, that's all I kept telling myself. I could feel myself being carried now slung over a hairy shoulder. I didn't even remember being picked up. With the loss of blood and the drugs I couldn't fight the urge and I let myself drift off.
Of course, I couldn't have happy dreams, I had flashbacks from two years ago. It had started out a normal day, the six of us went for a flight, we explored, we were just having fun. A luxury we can't afford apparently. Our guard had been down that day. Out of nowhere nets came down on us, heavy metal ones. For some reason, the scientists felt the need to drug us then too.
When we woke up we were in a lab, on rolling tables with scientists everywhere. Pricking us with needles, making small cuts to see how fast they healed. The even cut off Hal's little toe, to see if it would grow back, it didn't. And might I also mention we never got and pain killers because they wanted to see if we had a higher pain tolerance.
Anyway, for a month we were stuck there, kept in small rooms, apart from each other. Then, one day, they let us all into the same room. No scientists, no obliterators, just us. That's when it happened, gases started to fill the room. They had no effect on me and the others, except for Jack, our sixth flock member. He fell to the ground, not breathing. I checked his pulse. There wasn't one.
We lost a family member that day, and all thanks to these stupid people.
We eventually made an escape though. I think someone just felt bad and forgot to lock my door. I made my way to everyone else and we got out of there. We were never the same after that and we've been on the run ever since. I guess they finally caught up to us.
When I woke up my wings were chained together, that chain was then attached to the floor. My ankles and wrists had cuffs on them and I was gagged. In other words, I wasn't going anywhere for a while. The good news was, they wrapped my arm in a bandage, though I could tell it was swollen. Plus, it still felt pretty bad to say the least. They had left my cheek alone and I still felt blood oozing out and dripping onto my shoulder.
Looking at the small, dirty space I was in, I guessed I was in a van. The van reeked of obliterators, traces of blood and the mountains. All was quiet except for the sounds of the van driving. In that silent moment, I realized something, and it made my stomach clench, I was alone. The flock wasn't with me.
Hal's POV
I woke up to the sound of screams, awful, pained screams. Falling from my bed and throwing on the nearest cloths, I ran to the living room. The flock stood in the kitchen looking frightened. "What was that?!" I looked around for an answer but no one offered up one. Instead, Sky ran outside and leapt up in the air, quickly followed by me. Flying beside her I noticed she was scanning the clouds. What's she looking for? Searching the air around me and the ground below be I noticed something. There was no Alex. We continued to search for what felt like forever but it was only like twenty minutes. "Let's head down," I yelled over to Sky.
Flying back to the ground, I landed near Peyton and August. Looking at them sternly I almost yelled "where is Alex?"
"About an hour ago she went for a flight, we haven't seen her since." August looked really distressed as he continued, "we also found this." Leading me over to the edge of the woods we stopped. There was a small pool of blood and the dirt was displaced. Sky landed next to me, making me jump slightly. The air stunk of obliterators and I could see claw marks on the trees. I was beginning to realize the horrid truth, obliterators had been here and they had taken Alex.
Kneeling down, I felt the blood. It was still warm. "Come on, they haven't gotten far, the blood is still warm." I was in the process of leaping up when I felt a hand on my arm. Turning I saw it belonged to Peyton. "Hal, we can't run off willy-nilly to save her, think about it. They only took Alex and they made it really easy to track them. It's a trap." I knew this already but I didn't care. They had Alex and they were going to pay.
Alex's POV
Bumping along in this uncomfortable van made me want two things, my flock, and a nice burger. I was so hungry I could eat a cow! My best guess was that I had been in this rust bucket for about an hour, which was good because by now the flock was hot on my tail. Unless they were in other vans, which would be very bad.
Other that being hungry, I was extremely bored. It was just me and my thoughts. It would have been more fun with an obliterator back here.
