Chapter 3
Okay so to recap: The flock had run into a strange yet powerful girl named Samantha that apparently knew Dylan because of the Nut Doctor, Doctor Gunther - Hagen, Fangs Gang came to our rescue that we really didn't need, a whitecoat popped out of the mass of dead or seriously injured robots and threatened Samantha about something, and oh yeah, he pulled a gun and pointed it at yours truly.
Let me tell you, being at the receiving end of a gun is not fun. My adrenaline started pumping through my human-avian blood and a bead of sweat went down my face. I tried to think of a plan to get us out of this situation alive, but failed miserably. I was at the mercy of an insane whitecoat who had the audacity to pull a gun on me and my flock. Dylan shot nervous glances at me and Samantha; two people he loved dearly were on the brink of being killed. Samantha looked at Dylan then to me, the look in her eyes made me catch my breath, I recognized that look. She then picked herself up and stood there looking strong and proud, she took something out of her pocket and held it in her hand, gave a quick, harsh look at the whitecoat, squeezed her hand and reached to the back of her shirt and did something nobody would've expected, except Dylan. She revealed the item in her hand, a pocket knife, and cut two slits in her shirt and out of those slits came wings. That did it for me; I stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. Then something even more bizarre happened, Samantha's fingertips burst into flames and so did the edges of her wings. Her head slowly turned towards Dylan, he was speechless, this was new for him to.
"Dylan," Her voice was the same, but when he caught sight of her eyes they were rimmed in black and her pupils were slit, like a cat. Not only that, but her hair had parted and he now saw her left eye it was blue, not brown, like her right eye. "Do as I say and duck." Dylan stared at his friend in fear, but he understood that she did not mean to hurt him; she was trying to save him. Dylan nodded at her and as she turned her head back to the whitecoat Dylan shouted to the rest of them, "Duck!" Everyone did confused and scared as they could be. Samantha clasped her hands together and gathered all of her power into this one movement. From her body a wave of fire and air erupted, moving away from her at all angles, burning everything within range. The whitecoat screamed in agony as he was burnt to a degree of nothingness. When all was over, Samantha collapsed on the ground exhausted and Dylan ran to her, she did not suffer any burns and there was no trace at all from the flames that were on her body. She woke up enough to sit up and cough.
"What a pain that guy was, huh?" She chuckled. We all stared at her in fear, except for Dylan, Angel, Iggy, me and Fang. Fang & I decided this was a good enough place to make a camp for the night. Angel grabbed in her bag and pulled out first aid kit and attended to everyone's burn wounds and cuts. When everyone was settled I checked around camp making sure everybody was fine, both physically and mentally. After that I searched fo the happy couple of Dylan and Samantha. Dylan was by Samantha fretting over her. I walked over in the middle of another argument between them.
"Dylan, I'm fine, I don't need fretting over! I can take care of myself!"
"No, you're not fine Samantha! You look horrible and you probably have abdominal injuries! Let me just check and see!" Dylan moved toward her and tried checking her but she slapped his hand away and yelled back.
"I don't have any injuries! I told you fifty million times already, I'm fine!" She waved her hands in the air to add effect to her words. Even though she said she was fine, she looked trashed, probably exhausted from the stunt she had pulled earlier.
"No you're not fine! You shouldn't have done that! Now everything is wrong!" Dylan's fists were clenched and he was an inch from her face. Things were getting so tense I felt awkward just standing there.
"What do you mean by I shouldn't have done that? I saved your life! And what are you talking about everything is wrong! Things are fine, I was perfectly fine fending off myself!" She huffed after that last sentence.
"You shouldn't have done that because, well because," Dylan struggled with the sentence and hesitated.
"Because I'm a girl?" She hissed, finishing the sentence for him. "If your going to be sexist like Doctor Perverted, do it with some other girl because this one is not going to take it! Just because you're his favorite, his perfect experiment, doesn't mean that I'm inferior to you. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself without having to be adjusted with some super-shot or pill! It does not matter how perfect you may think you are, everyone has a weakness, even you!" Samantha was almost standing over him with that sentence. Dylan was standing with his head down as if he were the smallest thing on earth and he was about to be squashed by an elephant. "Well? Are you going to tell me why I shouldn't have done that? Do you have any answer to that? Do you Dylan?" Dylan picked up his head and looked at her.
"I may not have the answer, but I know one thing, you lied to me. What was that person talking about, 'he will die and you will be the cause'? Huh, Samantha, who was he talking about?" Samantha was taken aback by his answer, a sense of dread covered her face. She looked away from Dylan and saw me, standing there like an idiot, listening to their conversation. She turned her body towards me and she smiled and waved cheerfully.
"Oh, Max, hello, I was just heading to bed. Good night." She walked away from Dylan and me and headed for the tent she had set up for herself, with one more smile at me she disappeared into the tent. Dylan stared after her; clearly the question he had asked was gnawing at him. He faced toward me trying hard to mask his emotions with no luck. It tried to say something but no words came out of my mouth, it didn't even open. But I didn't need to speak, our eyes said plenty.
"Good night Max." Dylan said, in a fake-happy voice I had never heard his use.
"Good night Dylan." With that he went to his sleeping bag, unzipped it, got in it, and went to sleep. I told Fang I would take first watch and as the hours passed by I sat there, staring at the calm night sky, watching shooting stars go by and I made a wish on them.
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