A/N: So I guess you've already read that I don't own Suzanne Collins' books or her characters, but it seems fitting that you will read it again since I had to write it again.
Yep. Oh and I just recently saw the conclusion of Avatar: the last airbender. I rented the DVDs from the library. It's some awesome TV show for kids that I never got to watch 'cause we don't have cable. Yeah. So if you haven't seen it you should probably see it. I just love the storyline!!! Anyway I would really like to write for a TV show someday, or maybe voice act. Actually Voice acting would probably be awesome. Any way I'm done rambling so here's my story. Enjoy.
The darkness consumed him as his bat hurried against the wind. Of course this didn't bother him he switched easily from seeing with his eyes to seeing with his ears. After long years of practice he barely noticed the change into echolocation. The team was following him quickly and he stayed low to the ground so he could talk to them all. The two boys on motorbikes Dalton and Devon sped up to ride next to him and the rest of his team brought their hover crafts down to Gregor's level. He shouted over the wind, and knew that they would hear. If they were raging he knew that they would hear everything.
"The Alira are on the outer western rim of the city." He said, checking his cell phone for more information on the attack. It was really more like a cross between an IPod and a cell phone and had various uses, although it didn't play any music. He looked onto the illuminated screen and read the details out loud. Lizzie was listening to the Alira blotter, a radio system of undercover agents that sent them information on Alira spottings, then sending him the information as soon as she received it.
"There are four of them! Two are level 3 but one is a level 5! The last one's level hasn't been verified, but it's a higher level than the others!" The wind in his throat made it hard to yell, but he persisted, knowing that his team needed all the info they could get.
"Okay I want Creed and Kayla to take out one 3. Devon and Zeva you're on the other 3. Dalton and Chloe start working on the 5. I want everyone to stay as far away from the unknown until you have defeated the others. Then you may join in. I don't want any casualties, understood. This should be a quick job, but be on your guard. We don't know what's going to happen." He looked around at his fellow ragers as they prepared themselves for the coming battle. He could tell that many of them were raging already. The entire crew never seemed to have a problem getting into their rager modes, but many of them needed assistance becoming stable again. They were working on it.
Gregor pulled upwards as the crew neared the targets, slowly letting the rager sensation flow inside his veins like ink from a broken pen. The strange way of seeing with his eyes, almost like wearing night vision goggles, is suddenly fractured and each small piece of the world is much clearer than it was a few seconds ago. It's almost as if someone has wiped all the dirty fingerprints off a window, even though the window has been shattered.
Then out of nowhere they appeared; the Alira. Gregor saw two of them, presumably the level 3's by the way they looked and by the way they acted, primitively screaming and then jumping at their newest prey. Both of the Alira seemed to be foxes with large bodies and overgrown, mutilated mouths. Tiny eyes were almost covered by matted and bloody tufts of fur that hung down between their large dark ears. They were the color of bright red blood, and from the smell of them the red dye wasn't a born trait. They had killed recently and rolled in the emptying bodies of their prey. Gregor scanned the area quickly looking for corpses, but found none; he guessed they must have been finishing with the dead when they heard the crew approaching, but the bodies were either covered by the rubble, or they had already been eaten.
The rubble was actually peculiar itself. There seemed to be much more of it than there should be in this part of town. Three or four buildings seemed to have collapsed right near the Alira, and although Gregor knew that these level 3's had allies, he didn't think that any normal Alira could destruct so many buildings in such a small amount of time. There was something else going on too. Gregor didn't sense the other Alira. There were supposed to be two upper levels, but they were nowhere in sight, and as Gregor quickly did a full scan of the area he couldn't detect any of the other Alira using heat. The Alira were very cold beings, sucking up the heat from surrounding living and material things, making them rather easy to spot with echolocation (they glowed an iridescent blue).
So the other Alira had moved on to ravage another part of town. As his team moved in on the Alira Gregor circled above and checked his phone. Lizzie hadn't sent him any new updates on the whereabouts of the Alira, so he checked the vicinity again. The only two Alira were the ugly fox-creatures that were slowly being beaten back by the team of ragers. Really it wasn't fair. Two level 3 Alira against 6 of the deadliest teenagers in the world, but Gregor had seen many unfair things in his life. The cell phone beeped in his hand and he saw that he had gotten a text from Lizzie. His brow wrinkled down as he puzzled over this. Lizzie never sent him texts while he was on a mission unless it was a complete emergency. Gregor opened the text and scanned through quickly, heart pumping faster as he acknowledged the words on the glowing screen.
Boots is coming after you.
A/N: Ahhh, a cliff hanger. I know that it's not as good as some, but I try. Anyway please review and don't hesitate to tell me what should happen next (although I kinda already know- I still need a little help, and I would be glad to give you credit for any input).