Chapter 3

Mystery Girl's POV. Sorry I can't tell you who her name is quite yet! But don't worry, you'll find out soon. (P.S. PLEASE REVIEW!! I want to improve for you guys, so please let me!)

Chapter 3

Where did these creatures come from? I wasthinking as I descended towards the ground, and why am I listening to them? They said that they were from the Lab, but I've learned long ago to not trust anyone. They could be working for the Lab, and trying to get me back, but I've managed to avoid all their other creations, like Erasers, and those flying Erasers that I called Fliers. But they had left me alone for some time now, and I was enjoying it. For around 2 years, now. Maybe they were just creating these… monsters? But then again, I thought, I shouldn't be talking.

I glanced back, and saw the other one, a male obviously, flying with me towards the ground. He felt me looking, and glanced back, with an odd grin on his face, as if he was scrutinizing me, but being nice about it. My heart sped up, and this, I realized, was the first time I had ever liked another being. But I shook my head, thinking that was ridiculous, because, no matter how good he looked, with his piercing gaze, the dark hair that had fallen over his eyes, his lean body, and the dark, majestic wings he had on his back, he was still trying to bring me back to that accursed place. But, hey, a girl can dream, right?

I looked past him, up farther, where the leader girl and blind boy were starting their landing. I didn't wonder why she put so much faith in him, because I had been blind once, too. All your other senses heighten, and it's almost better than being able to see. Almost.

We finally landed, a little too hard for my taste, because I was so distracted, but I was still lucky to have landed alive, and in one piece. The boy next to me landed a little harder than I did, and I wondered how long these mutants had been flying. I had been flying ever since I escaped that wretched place, 5 or 6 years now. I escaped when I was 10, and have been on the lamb ever since. You should never create a human/feline/human hybrid. Ever. They will get out of your grasp, eventually.

"I imagine the kids went that-a-way." My companion nodded towards the McDonalds across the street. "Oh," he continued, "By the way, my name's Fang."

I cocked my head at him. "Morta." I mumbled barley audible. He nodded again, and took a few steps towards the fast-food restaurant. "Wait," I said, unable to refrain myself from asking. "Why are you being so nice to me, if you're just going to take me back to the Lab? And why aren't you tying me up?"

He was so taken aback by either my question, or my sudden speaking ability. When he regained his words he explained, "We aren't going to take you back anywhere! We came from there, too, and we're avoiding just as much as you are. We just want to see who you are and where you came from."

I never expected such a long statement from him. He looked like the kind of guy who didn't talk much, and mostly kept to himself. "Oh," I murmured, and glanced up in the sky to see the others were almost here. "Let's go." I said, and hurriedly jogged towards the McDonalds. He followed; I imagined keeping a close eye on me.

We walked in, and the bright light immediately blinded me. I preferred to keep to the shadows, because most cats would hunt then. I could stand light, but not this kind of quick transfer. Luckily, I quickly recovered to see the "kids" waiting for us at a table in the back. I could see them looking at Fang behind me, and I knew he was doing some form of hand signals, probably to keep them at bay. For that, I was thankful.

One of the kids, a coffee colored skin, which glowed under the fluorescent lights, was beaming up at me, obviously trying to be nice. She looked to be around 12 or 13. The other girl, who was much younger, would be adorable to someone who cared about that stuff. Her originally bouncy blonde curls were deflated and dirty. I glanced around and noticed they all needed a bath. She was tightly holding a dirty white angel bear, and on her lap was a little Scottie dog. She was smiling politely, but was much too guarded for such a young age. The last one, sitting next to the little girl, seemed to be her brother. He had tousled blonde hair, and he looked to be 2 or 3 years older than his look-alike. He looked like an all-around happy guy, mischievous, of course, but he didn't even bother to smile. He just stared at me. But, then again, neither did I.

Suddenly, all of their eyes snapped behind my back, towards the door. The lead girl was rushing in, probably checking to make sure I hadn't injured anyone. I was flattered. "Everyone ok?" she looked over everyone in the group, and I noticed that she wasn't to comfortable looking to see Fang over. In fact, she barely looked at him.

"Yeah!" The blonde girl jumped up excitedly, rushing over and giving the leader a big hug around the knees. Then she turned to me, and screwed up her face, looking at my eyes. After a moment, she inhaled loudly, looking very frustrated. She tugged the leader's shirt, whining "Max…"

Max leaned down, and she whispered something in her ear. She shot back up, to full height and glared at me. "Outside." She ordered, and the others got up and followed without question. Now would've been the perfect time to split, but I was intrigued by their group, and what Max had just discovered about me. After all, I was full of secrets.

But I was also happy to get outside into the dark night. The cold air gripped my body, making my slightly shiver with pleasure. The others must have seen it, and glanced over. So they did have enhanced vision, I thought, or they wouldn't have noticed my shiver.

"Are you cold?" The coffee colored one asked, curious. "'Cuz we aren't. We are programmed to withstand cold temperatures, and hot, and-" she was cut off with the blind one slapping his hand over her mouth. I held in a giggle.

My attention was drawn back to Max, when I saw her whirl around. By the time I realized what she was doing, it was too late. She had swung her fist around, aiming for my wrist, but instead hit my arm. Pain rocketed through it, up to my shoulder, but it was better than a broken nose. When I realized it was too late to dodge, my lightning reflexes decided that my arm could save my face. So it did.

Max looked completely stunned, and by the looks on their faces, the others did too. I didn't know whether it was from my block, or her sudden attack. Red hot anger coursed through my veins, blocking out everything else. They were trying to take me back. No. No. No. They CAN'T do that!

I lunged at her, claws extended, teeth flashing. I may fly like a bird, but I fought like a cat. I heard a scream, somewhere distant behind me, and I'm guessing it was one of the younger chicks. But I didn't focus on it. My attention was full on Max, who was attempting to defend herself, but was failing under my super-fast claws and flashing teeth. When I was in a Fury, there was no stopping me anytime soon. Unfortunately, I can't control myself fully when I'm in a Fury, so whoever stands in the was in trouble, and I can be easily taken advantage of because I'm only focusing on who sent me into this rage.

I can barely remember screaming much, but I know I was screaming, "You can't take me back! I won't go! I WON'T!" I do remember the tackle, and me flying backwards, landing painfully on my wings, which had come unfurled a little in the air. But I just leapt up, snarling my disgust at my attacker. The blind boy. Luckily, the Fury was fading fast, leaving my limbs in a state of exhaustion as it crept away. The powerful venom would flame through my body, feeding and living off of all my stored nutrients, so when it crawled away, my body couldn't handle it. The scientists at the Lab had described it all in confusing words, so my quick brain would disfigure the statement and put it in words I'd be able to understand. And I could feel the full extent of my lesson fight now.

This wasn't the first time I'd experienced the Fury. I had many other times before. Whenever my prey would escape my grasp, it would rage through my body. The good thing was I always would end up catching the prey. The bad thing was it would never be edible. I would've torn it to shreds, getting every piece filthy. So I knew what was to happen to my exhausted body as the last of the venomous Fury crept back into my heart. A wave of blackness clouded my vision, dizzying me, and causing me to stumble slightly. No matter how many times I tried, I could never beat the consequence of my ability, but I still tried. Unfortunately, tonight was no different. I slipped my grip with consciousness, then felt my body impact the hard earth, but felt no pain. As soon as I hit the ground, the rest of my hold released, and I fell. Fell into the blackness that is sleep. Fell into the comfort that is unfeeling.

Fell into nothing.