"Speech"
"Thought"
"Telepathy"
"Demonic"
Chapter 4: Bloody Tears, Departure, a New Home
Anth's POV, 1:30 PM
Shit, they know. But, how do they…? Fuck! The government told them. "Please, give her up, son. She isn't human," my mom said to me. "What do you know of being human, mother?" I shouted at mom, using a demon's voice to emphasize my rage. "All my life, you and your husband," I said with venom lacing my voice, "push me around and call me names. And your case, mother, ignoring my pleas and cries! You have been no help to me AT ALL!" At this point, even Grace was getting scared. My sclera reddened with rage, which caused my eyes to start bleeding.
Mom began to cry; I looked at her with pure hate. "We are leaving," I said in a solemn tone. Dad charged at me and socked me in the solar plexus, only to be knocked back through the garage door. "I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU, CHRIS!" I charged Crimson Psycho Cut on the side of my forearm and prepared to bisect him where he lied unconscious. "Please, stop, Anth. He isn't worth killing," pleaded Grace, as she come up to grab the arm that wasn't charged with Psycho Cut. I looked at my dad for just a few seconds before launching the Psycho Cut that sliced the air 2 centimeters above his head. "You better count yourself lucky that Grace is here at all to keep me from killing you, traitorous scum." My face, by now, was covered in blood trails from my eyes.
I looked at the rest of my family. "Don't follow me," I said almost monotonous. My family just stood there. I brought a laptop and my electrical equipment, as well as our clothes, blankets, and money. I put the laptop on a small podium in my car that functioned as a dock for it. The clothes and blankets went in the back. I turned on the computer and proceeded to remove my name from the databases. SSN, identity, everything; all of the things that had my name on them were erased. I rigged the comp to remove all my accounts on the web, every account I ever made. Grace hopped in the car with me. I looked back at my family, using Hypnosis on all of them, knocking them out where they stood.
Grace's POV, 2 PM
I watched as Anth slammed the gas pedal, as his car screeched away from our old home. "Your eyes are bleeding. Let me help," I said with worry. "I'm fine, Grace. I just…" He sighed. Because of his power, he reshaped the license plates on the car, as well as changed the color from red to black. I suppose he did that so the police won't find us. "Identity Anthony, deletion successful; all accounts and emails have been removed from the internet," droned the computer's Microsoft Mike voice.
It pained me to see Anth this way. It made him angry that the government was stepping on his personal life, just to try and get to me. It hurt him much worse when his family betrayed him. His tears of blood are a testament of his inner pain, a pain in which I plan to ease. We went on a high way, heading south. "We are heading to Mexico. My Hypnosis should get us by easily," said Anth, with determination.
Anth's POV, 4 PM
We have managed to get to Waco easily. Not much trouble had arisen, since getting gas was simple. Grace was napping in the passenger seat next to me. I put the car on cruise control, and took a glance at her. With my right hand I stroke her cheek softly. Grace sighs softly and rubs up against my hand a little. I sigh, thinking about her; so much for earning a peaceful life. The blood on my face was wiped off with a bit of water and a wash cloth.
My computer blipped, warning me of incoming bogeys. "Shit," I cursed silently. "Grace, wake up." "Mmm...? What's wrong...?" "We have trouble. 5 SUVs are in pursuit of my car. I'll take care of them." I played the song Superbeast by Rob Zombie, and set my car to auto-pilot letting Mike, the computer take control. I opened the sky window and hopped out. "Y'all want some of this?" I shouted. I stood on top of the car; the turbulence had no effect on me since now the car was a part of me. I took out 4 of the SUVs using Psy-Beam.
I saw 5 helicopters hovering overhead. My eyes gleam as I charged up my attacks. They launched missiles at us. "Oh, to hell with this." I used Psychic on the missiles, and altered their trajectory to hit the helicopters. I no longer give a shit about taking a life. Fuck this. The missiles hit their marks, and the helicopters went down, crashing onto the last SUV. Mike blipped a red alert. "Avian class fighters approaching." "FUCK! They really want to do this? Grace, I'm going sky bound." 7 F-22s were indeed approaching. I charged up 80% of my power, allowing the energy to act like a cloak, and went skyward. I flew at supersonic speeds up to their height, and flew alongside their formation. "Target spotted, engaging," said the leader.
I zipped around their machine gun fire, merely taunting them at this point. They have pissed me off, but I want to play with my prey now, just so the president can get a load of what the fuck he's messing with. I land on the cockpit of one and gleamed into the eyes of the person inside. "Send a message to your superiors. My name is none of your concern. You will leave me alone, as well as my mate. We wanted a peaceful life here. Come after me again, and you will lose more than just a few squads. Now, once you have delivered the message, kill yourself." I hopped off the cockpit and watched him leave the formation. He was under my control now.
The others tried firing on me again, so I dodged and went to another cockpit top. I blasted the controls and swung the jet into another, watching them explode. Now I had 4 more left to deal with. I charged a Crimson Psycho Cut on both of my arms. I charged at one, holding the Psycho Cut on my arms. I sliced the F-22, and its pilot, in two. I hopped the wing to another jet and sliced up the cockpit. I scalped and dismembered the pilot. The jet took a nosedive into a large hill thousands of feet below.
I threw a Psycho Cut at the 3rd 1 and watched the pilot panic as his jet fell apart. The jet exploded soon before hitting the ground. Now, it was the leader's turn to die. I gleamed into his eyes, and took control over him. I made him turn around and make a crash landing on the White House front yard. I jumped off and zipped back onto the car.
Grace's POV, 4:30 PM
I watched as Anth's aura dropped back down to 2%. I knew he had to kill, as much as it pained me. But, he was doing it to save us. He dropped through the sky window and closed it after getting seated. He let Mike drive the car, since he was somewhat exhausted from the battle. We still head a few hours before reaching the US-Mexico border. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up if there's trouble," said Anth, proceeding to fall asleep. I listened to some music on his iPod. I wasn't warped into his mind again. He had a bunch of music uploaded for me. It still looked like music he would listen to, but these songs spoke to me more clearly. We arrived at the border at around 9, so I woke Anth up. "Huh…? Are we there yet?" He asked with a tired voice. "Yes, my love, we are here." We got by easily, and drove off into the night. We kissed, thinking about out new home.
Author's Note: Jeez, this chapter is even smaller. *gulp* i hope i can come up with more ideas, otherwise i'll hafta rely on betas to help me out. anyways read and review.
