Happy Easter!! The day the Lord has been Raised from the dead!! YAY!!
The people that had set up my TV for observing the flock left moments later. Once there was no sign of any other whitecoats in my room, Anne led me over to my bed. We sat; she turned to me and spoke in a chilling tone. "Have you heard of Experiment One? Known as Becky Black?" Anne asked me, her blue eyes piercing and cold. I shook my head, lying. If I told Anne that I knew about Becky, she might throw me back into a cage. Which is exactly where I didn't want to be. "Well, okay. I just wanted to warn you that she's a mass killer," Anne added nonchalantly. She gave a little smirk. What was she trying to do? Creep me out or something? Did she suspect that I had seen Becky?
I knew I'd only met Becky for a few seconds, but it felt like I had known her for a long time, as if we had a trust bond that was only going to increase. As if we were already friends somehow. And having my first friend seemed to be a good start, although this 'mass killer' thing was a little disconcerting. I did know for a fact that her clothing was exceedingly dark. Black jeans and a matching shirt. Her hair was midnight black as well, but those eyes of hers were not normal. Instead of a basic blue or brown, Becky's eyes were lavender. They looked like they held a secret of some sort. But more or less she looked like a regular girl, except for the jet-black wings that extruded from her back. But that was normal to me. Becky didn't look like a mass killer to me. But what if Anne is right? Lost in my thoughts, it took me a second to realize that Anne was waving a hand in front of my face.
"Are you alright?" Anne asked, her expression clearly showing that she was making sure that I wasn't completely insane. I stared at her pale forehead for a moment before I realized that she was waiting for an answer.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine," I lied easily, keeping my voice even. "I just can't believe that this Becky Black person is a mass killer." That was the truth, at least. I could feel my stomach toss and turn inside of me, making me feel nauseous. I was glad I was sitting down. I really was scared of Becky. Would she turn on me? I quickly pushed the thought out of my head, not wanting to worry about something like that.
Anne gave a soft laugh and spoke. "Becky Black was a mistake. Her father...created her with his crazy imagination. He thought that having a daughter that killed on impulse would be a good tool to help take over the world." Her eyes flickered to something behind me and quickly returned to my face. "Then your dad created you and your sister. Experiment Five took out Becky each time they fought, proving the two of you to be more powerful than Becky herself." She suddenly stood, spun on her heel, and snapped her fingers. Two hulking Erasers came through my bedroom door and were at her side in a second. She waved her hand and the Erasers each took hold of one of my arms and dragged me off the plush bed. With Anne in the lead, they led me down the hall to my doom. How exciting. As they dragged me along I realized that I hadn't gotten away with escaping from my battle with the Eraser. Our fight wasn't finished yet.
I had a sinking feeling that they were taking me to my death. With every step they took, I tried to struggle against their bulking arms. But I should have known better: it was pointless. Their muscles were much more defined than my thin arms. More skin and bones than sheer muscle for me.
We reached a metal door. Anne gave me one last look and offered too words. "Prove yourself."
One Eraser opened the door and the other threw me in. They slammed the door shut as I fell and I heard the click of the lock. I jumped up and started to stretch my wings, feeling the power that they held. I had never flown before, but that was one thing that was about to change, soon. But where was the Eraser? Blinking in the dark, my eyes scanned the small room and suddenly Becky walked forward out of the shadows.
That's when the realization hit me- we were meant to fight each other. I honestly had nothing against her that made me want to hurt her. Except for the small, teeny detail that she was a killer. "Now I understand why Anne told me about her," I murmured as I looked into Becky's cold, unsmiling eyes.
Becky pulled out two small knives from the back of her black jeans and within seconds the two knives were flying towards me. Like a spinning death.
When you're about to die, instincts tell you to duck and cover. Possibly running around like a maniac may help too. I ducked, my arms over my head, and the knives soared past me, burying themselves into the wall behind me. Becky stomped over to grab them out of it, not bothering to watch her back. She then proceeded to throw the twin knives at me again. Reflexes helped me out and I dropped to the ground once more. I heard the whistling of metal as the knives flew over me, as if they had wings of their own. A few yards off, I heard the clatter of metal and linoleum clashing together as the knives hit the wall and fell, and I stood shakily, preparing myself for an oncoming fight that I was still unsure of.
Hadn't Becky wanted to help me? Now she was against me in a flash. Despite not wanting to hurt her, I got into a fighting stance. If only one of us was to come out alive, I wanted it to be me.
Becky dropped into the shadows and suddenly I lost sight of her. Where did she go? A moment later, I felt cold metal against my neck. It was Becky, standing behind me with a knife to my throat.
"Listen Mini, I'm saying this only once," she whispered harshly into my ear, nearly biting it. I nodded my head quickly and she continued. "We are getting out of here. They will put will you in a cage again if you don't do this right." She lowered her voice another notch. "I'm letting this knife slip out of my hand, and when I do, catch it and throw it at that wall over there." She cocked her head to the left, where a one-way mirror stood, as if waiting for a knife to penetrate it.
I nodded my head, relief flooding through me- Becky was on my side! - and Becky immediately dropped the knife from my throat. It fell in front of me and I snatched it up, throwing the sharp blade through the mirror. It wasn't a beautiful throw like Becky's- I didn't have much experience with knives- but it did the trick. The sound of shattering glass nearly killed my eardrums. Snarls of Erasers suddenly filled the small room, and I watched Becky's dark form dart across the room, her last knife at hand. As the sound of Erasers grew louder, I backed into a wall. At least I thought it was a wall, until I turned my head slowly to see the fur of an Eraser behind me, ready to kill me. He brought his hand up, his claws preparing to slash my face away. But I was too fast for him- I was already running for my life.
Another came towards me with a gun in hand, ready to shoot my brains out. As he aimed his gun at me, adrenaline swept through me. It seemed too late though; I was going to get shot at. Every young girl's dream. As he pulled the trigger, I was reminded of when Dad used to teach me to do handsprings. I quickly performed one, backwards, but the bullet grazed my left arm, sending pain signals to my brain. My arm wobbled and I lost my balance, falling to the ground. The Eraser walked over to me, anticipation on his face as he cocked the gun once more. Suddenly a knife went through his neck. Eraser blood squirted on the back of my shirt as the Eraser crumpled to the ground with a look of horror upon his own face instead of mine. Behind him stood Becky, holding the bloody knife. I gave her a small smile of thanks.
"Ick," I muttered as Becky came over to me from behind the dead Eraser, bloody and smiling.
"Well, that was fun," Becky replied cheerfully. She had saved my life again; the second time in one day. She replaced her last knife into the sleeve of her shirt smoothly. Like before, Becky grabbed my arm and pulled me up, leading me to the exit. We hurried back to my room. I clutched my wound, hoping it would heal soon. As we left the battle room I took a quick glance around. Five Erasers were lying on the cold ground, dead.
When we arrived at my steel door, Becky opened it. Waiting for us was a lady in a white coat that I didn't recognize. Becky let go of my good arm, pulled a small gun from her boot, and calmly shot the woman in the head, leaving a perfect read dot in the middle of her forehead. Becky blew away at the smoke that had pooled at the small entrance of the gun just as calmly as she had shot her victim.
"That's creepy," I said in shock as I watched the woman's lifeless body crumple to the floor.
"Yeah, you get used to it after a while," she said with a light shrug of her slight shoulders. I took a small side step away from her, avoiding her gaze. Rolling her eyes, Becky got my stashed pack and a black pack of her own from under the bed that I had only slept in once.