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Chapter 5: The Execution

I woke up at the crack of dawn. Time to wake up Iggy. I run into his room and jump on his bed. "Wake up, Iggy!"

"Dude it's like 5 am," complained a yawning Iggy while rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, so it's time to get up," I say.

"Yeah, not gonna happen. Wake me up later," says he.

"Nope. Gotta get up now," I say.

"Why?' complains Iggy.

"Cause we need to get up early to watch the Erasers crash and burn!" I say louder.

"Does it have to be this early?" ask him.

"Yup," I answer.

"Nope," says Iggy, laying back down and going back to sleep.

"Don't make me, make you get up," I say as threateningly as I can.

"Yeah? How are you gonna do that?" he says almost challengingly.

"Is that a challenge?" I say before running out the door.

"Sure," I hear him say in the distance.

Haha. This is gonna be fun. Now where did I put that bucket? Did I put in my room, or is it still in the kitchen? Huh. I think it might be in the kitchen. Off to the kitchen then. Skippily, skippily, skippily, skip. Yes, I just skipped into the kitchen. No one needs to know. "There it is." On the counter.

After filling the bucket with water and ice, I head back to Iggy's room. First to make sure he isn''t wearing the black clothes. Of course, we could always get more. Fang does have a lot of black. I check to see. Nope not wearing black... yet.

"Iggy!" I say singingly. "Ready to get up yet?"

"Nope," he replies.

"Okay, then," I say right before I pour the bucket of icy water over his head.

He screams, "Gazzy, what the heck!"

I shrug, "You told to wake you up. I just did. Now you need to change. No use staying in bed now."

"I hate you so much," he says getting up and getting ready.

"Do it fast, so you can feed me," I say walking out of the room and into the kitchen. I think I might have heard him chuckle.

*An hour later*

Iggy walks into the kitchen. "Yeah, you didn't hurry," I say acusingly while glaring at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters.

"Now make me food?" I ask pleadingly.

"Sure. Eggs again?"

"Okay!" I say happily. What? Food makes me happy. Deal with it.

Iggy goes off to make the eggs. I went to the fridge and took out the orange juice. Pouring the juice into glasses, I asked Iggy nervously, "Do you think it'll work?"

"Course it'll work. Those Erasers won't know what hit them. Don't worry about it. Kay, Gaz?"

"Okay, I was just asking," I say.

"Okay," he replies.

A couple minutes later the eggs are done cooking. Yes! Hahaha.

"Eat up!" he says placing the plate in front of me. I start shoveling the eggs into my mouth. A couple minutes later, we're done eating. "Ready?"

"Let's do this thing!" I yell punching my fist into the air, then I take a running start and jump out the window.

It was early in the morning and the two of them were perched near the top of an old pine tree overlooking one of the abandoned logging roads. We had cased the situation and I had been right. At least two Erasers, maybe more, had set up a rough little camp not far from where the helicopter had landed. They were clearly looking for the rest of the flock. It didn't matter whether they wanted to kill them or only kidnap them. We can not get captured.

The last time I was at the school, I was only four years old, but what they did to me wasn't something that I would forget. I still have nightmares where I saw myself back at that horrible place with those horrible people. In my dreams whitecoats would be taking my blood, injecting me with various drugs to see how I reacted to them, made me run and jump and then swallow radio active dye so they could study my circulation. Days upon days, endless weeks, and years of feeling sick, hurting vomiting, being exhausted, being stuck in a cage, I would die before I went back in there. Angel would have rather died too, I knew that. But she hadn't had had a choice.

"Come on, come on," I breathed. I was holding onto the brance so hard that i could barey feel my fingers anymore.

"What's happening? Tell me everything," Iggy demanded impatiently.

"Nothing is happening... yet," I say. Wait? Is that the Hummer? Yeah, it is. "The Hummer's comming," I say under my breath.

"On the right road?" Iggy ask.

"Uh huh. And they're driving too fast," I say giving a tight, worried smile.

"They're not practicing safe driving habits. Tsk tsk. What a shame," Iggy say.

"Okay, they're coming up. Another quarter mile," I mutter to him.

"Can you see the tarp?" he asked.

"No," I say watching tensely as the Hummer sped down the unpaved logging road. "Any second now," I whisper to Iggy, who is practically brating with excitement.

"Hope they're wearing their seat belts. NOT!" yells Iggy.

It was like watching a movie. One second, the boxy black car was tearing along the road, and the next second, it swerved violently to the left with an audible squealing of brakes. It began a slow, gracelss series of spins down the road, then gave an unexpected jump towards the trees on one side. It hit the trees at an angle and went airborne, sailing upside down about fifteen feet before landing with a heaving crunching sound.

"Woah, that was incredible," I whisper.

"You havee two seconds to give me the picture," Iggy said irritably. Probably because he couldn't see what is going on.

"It hit the oil, all right. It spun, hit the trees, and did a flip. Now it's on its back, like a big, ugly, dead, beetle," I try to tell him as best as I could.

"Yes!" Iggy said punching his fist into the air, making the branch they were sitting on sway just a bit. "Signs of life?"

"Uh... oh, yeah. Yeah, one of them just punched out a window. Now they're climbing out. They look pretty dang mad. They're walking, so they're not that hurt," I say observingly. I feel conflicted. On the one hand, I wanted the Erasers out of the picture so we wouldn't have to worry about them anymore. But on the other hand, I am not sure how I would really feel if we had actually killed them.

Then I remember that they took Angel. Fine, I think I am okay with them suffering from this life threatening accident.

"Shoot," Iggy said disappointedly. "Any point in dropping Big Boy on them right now?"

I shook my head, before remembering that he couldn't see me. "I don't think so. They're talking on walkie talkies. Now they're heading straight into the woods. We'd probably cause a huge forest fire or something."

"Hmm. Okay. We need to regroup, come up with phase two. How about we hand at the old cabin for a minute?" said Iggy frowning.

"Cool, let's go. We're done enough good for one day.

Our cabin is freakin awesome. Eighty years ago... Gosh that is like forever ago. Anyways, loggers used this cabin as a base during logging season. It has been abandoned for the last thirty years. It's practically in ruins, just the way we like it.

"So phase one is complete," declares Iggy sitting on a plastic lawn chair. Sniffing the air, "We haven't been here in ages."

"Uh uh," I say glancing around. "In case you're wondering, it's still a dump."

"It's always been a dump, that's why we like it," he says.

"Man, I can't get over it... that tarp full of oil so totally wiped the Hummer out. It was kind of ... scary to acutally do it."

Iggy took out Big Boy petting it like some evil dude stroking a cat. "We have to eliminate the Erasers, so they can never hurt us again."

"So they can't ever take Angle agian," I say with narrowed eyes. "I say we bomb the chopper."

Iggy stood up. "Yeah, listen. Let's get out of here, get back home, make more plans."

Then suddenly there were faint vibrations of the floorboards. It made Iggy freeze. His eyes flicked to and fro for a couple moments.

"Did you hear?" I whisper. Iggy nods and holds up his hand. Maybe its just some animal. "Maybe a raccoon..."

"Not in the daytime," Iggy mouthed back.

It could still be like a rabbit or a squirrel or somethi...

"Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in," whispers a serene and angelic voice that seemed to be seeping through the door cracks like poisonous smoke. Erasers.

My heart was pounding. I scanned the room. The windows were too small to fit through. Erasers scratched at the door, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. He edged his way over to it, knowing that Iggy would be able to hear and follow the softest of sounds. The flock's senses are really good, but since Iggy is blind his other senses are even better than ours. Suddenly, the Eraser crash through the door.

"Eight o'clock!" I whisper to Iggy.

"Hey piggy, piggy, piggy," said the Eraser.

Years of Max enforced training kicked in as adrenaline sped through my body. Everthing was blocked. Oh my gosh, how are going to escape. No matter how the Erasers chose to kill us, I'm pretty sure it would feel like forever.

"Up and away," Iggy breathed, itching his way closer to me.

Up and away? What? Was he kidding? Straight up?

All of a sudden there was a crashing sound. It made me jump. An Eraser just broke the window behind them.

"Guess what?" said an Eraser. "We got the little one... they don't need you two alive."

"Boys, boys," said another Eraser. "Didn't anyone ever tell you? You can run, but you can't hide."

"Ready?" Iggy said so faintly that I wasn't really sure if he actually said it or not. Okay. I'm ready. Clenching my fists. Sure. I'm ready.

"This freak's blind," an Eraser says pointing to Iggy."Don't worry kid. It'll all be ove soon. You won't have to worry about being blind anymore. But it's a shame they didn't give you one of their new eyes... like mine."

I looked at him and I felt revolted. Deep inside his eye socket was a small steel ball. There was a red lasery glow that looked that it was filled with blood. A red dot appeared on my shirt, slowing burning a small hole into my shirt. Gross.

The Erasers laughed. "You left before they could fix you up with the latest technology. You're loss."

Yeah, right. That's just gross.

"How about it, Piggies. Do want to try to run? Who knows, you might get lucky. For a little why." The Eraser grinned.

"On three," Iggy whispered faintly again. "One." My toes clenched inside his sneakers. "Two."

"Three!" shouted Iggy. I leaped straight into the air, unfurling my wings. The angery Erasers grabbed and one yanked on my leg. Oh no! Iggy then burst through the roof and I finally broke free from his grip. I pushed myself through the shattered roof, tucking in my wings to get through the hole. Outside I lost a lot of altitude and landed clumsily on the roof. I slip and had to grab at the shingles.

"GAZZER! MOVE!" yelled Iggy.

Just as I slid over the roof's edge, I spread my wings. Pushing my wings up and down as fast and hard as I could, I surged up to meet Iggy, just as he dropped Big Boy.

"Move, move, move!" yelled Iggy.

BA BA BOOOOOOM!

We recoiled from the blast, tumbling backwards. I righted myself with eyes wide as a ten yard diameter fireball takes the place of where the cabin had been. I was speechless. That was so awesome! After the fireball disintegrated the cabin burned brightly with its flames licking at the sky. God, it was beautiful.

"Well, that takes care of them," Iggy finally says.

I start feeling kind of sick, as a dark body had flown pward in the blast and falling back down. Burning figures callapsing in the flames.

"Unless they escaped," says Iggy.

Of course Iggy couldn't see it. I cleared my throat and told him no. "They're dead." I was feeling queasy, guilty, and dirty. Then Angel came to mind. How she shared the last of the ice cream just three nights ago. She was so small, and God, what horrible things are they doing to her? It makes me angery. "Take THAT! That was for my sister, for Angel, you scum sucking jerks."

Then he saw the black hummer and an Eraser coming out looking through binoculars. "Come on Iggy, let's get out of here."

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