Rogue sat in an armchair, with Sam and Dean both staring at her from across the room. "That's it. Tell me now what is going on." Dean demanded. Rogue was about to protest but she decided to go against all her morals and trust someone who didn't belong to her flock. She told Sam and Dean everything about Erasers, well not everything she left out the part that they were hunting her and her family. Once she had finished the two stared at her.
"So you mean there are more of these Erasers out there?" Sam asked.
Didn't you hear me the first time, screamed Rogue inside her head but she said to him instead, "Yeah." "What the hell are we suppose to do about them?" Dean asked. Rouge didn't know how to answer the only thing that was on her mind was the flock. She had to get to New York.
"Well, we have to avoid them at all costs and go to New York," Rogue stood and gathered her bag.
"What? And leave that thing to kill a few more people?" Dean argued.
"Um, yeah. It's quite easy to do actually. Simple get your stuff, get in the car and watch the town fade in the rear view mirror," Rogue smiled and threw Dean's bag at him.
"No! We have a job to do and we're going to do it. We hunt these things for a living and we're going to do so right now," Dean stood up abruptly and strode to the door. Rogue ran in front of the door and blocked his only exit. "Move," he boomed.
"No, you're not going out there you'll get killed. Then I'll have to hear about it on the news and then Mars would kill me for letting it happen," Rogue argued back.
"Who's Mars?" Sam interjected, but was ignored by the pair.
"Move or I will move you. I'm leaving and killing this thing whether you like it… wait who's Mars?" Dean said, finally registering what Rogue had said.
"I just said that," Sam complained, mainly to himself, as the others weren't listening.
"No one," Rogue answered shifting her eyes.
"Oh, right. They must be one of the things or people that, according to you, don't exist," Dean yelled.
"Look! My personal life has nothing to do with you," Rogue yelled back.
Sam saw someone move outside and tried to get the others attention, "Guys."
"It does when others lives are at risk!" Dean roared, continuing to ignore his only brother.
"NO IT'S NOT!"
"GUYS!!!!!" Sam screamed.
"WHAT!!" the pair spun around and bellowed at him. The door flew open and Dean was tackled to the ground. Rogue acted immediately and kicked the huge muscular furry creature until it eventually noted her presence and rolled off Dean to face her.
"Well, well. What do we have here? Did the little birdies finally come out of hiding?" The Eraser growled, "Where are the others?"
"I'm sorry, but you're out of luck, there not here," Rogue spat back.
"Aw, I was hoping I would find a happy family. Guess I was wrong," the Eraser grinned devilishly, "What are they, dead?"
Rogue glared at him, "You would like that, wouldn't you."
"Shut up and fight me!" he barked, "I want to stare into your eyes as you die." The Eraser launched at Rogue. She swiftly dodged him and gave him a roundhouse kick, hitting him square in the ribs. He groaned joyfully in pain, "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout."
He swung his arm, backhanding her. She stumbled back then charged at him, punching him on the nose. Blood gushed from his nose and he wiped it away before it reached his mouth. He smiled and grabbed her arm, twisting her arm behind her back. She fought him, but he was at an advantage. Every time she struggled her arm, he would twist it tighter, rendering her defenceless.
He made a tutting sound with his tongue, "I was hoping for more, but I guess you can only expect so much from a worthless mutant."
"What are you talking about? You're a mutant too, and don't forget that the School classed Erasers as only 'half baked'," Rogue snarled.
"Shut up," he barked, "you're in no position to talk to me like that!"
Sam was over next to Dean, he had been knocked out when the Eraser bowled him over, and stood with a beer bottle in his hand to attack the Eraser from behind in surprise.
"Don't even think about it, pretty boy," the Erasers rumbled, "Put it down or I break her arm… and every other bone in her body," he smirked. Sam hesitated. "Now!"
"Okay, okay. Just don't hurt her," Sam slowly placed the bottle down and raised his hands in surrender. The Eraser morphed back to his human form and nodded his head in the direction of some duck tape. Sam stared wide eyed at the creature that had just morphed into a super model that was suppose to be on the front of Cleo magazine.
"Duck tape him," the Eraser motioned to the unconscious Dean. When Sam didn't move, he twisted Rogues arm. She whimpered. That made Sam move. He grabbed the tape and tied his brothers wrists together behind his back. "And his feet." Sam did as he was told, thinking of a plan as he went along.
Once he had finished Sam stood up, with his hands raised. "Now, tie yourself to the bed post," the Eraser ordered. Sam complied. He sat on the floor with his hand duck taped to the bedpost. "Good, now throw it to me," the Eraser said. Sam threw the duck tape to the Eraser and he began to tie Rogue up.
"You obliviously don't trust me," Rogue mumbled.
"You think," he smirked. A noise outside distracted the Eraser. He shoved rogue to the ground on her front and left the room.
"New York," Rogue whispered.
"What?" responded Sam.
"Go to New York City," Rogue whispered again.
"Go to where?" Sam struggled to edge closer to Rogue to hear better.
"New York City," Rogue nodded at a coffee mug with 'NYC' printed on it.
Before another word could be said, the Eraser entered again. He roughly picked Rogue up by her neck and stood her in front of him. He stuck a piece of tape over her mouth to keep her quiet then threw her over his shoulder. As he exited he yelled over his other shoulder the Sam, "Good luck getting untied. No one's going to visit here for a while," with that he left. Shutting and locking the door behind him.
I followed Alley on to the roof on the warehouse. She sat on the edge with her legs hanging over, facing away from me.
"Alley," I said.
She sniffled, "Go away."
"Look, I'm sorry. You just pushed my buttons," I said, trying to justify my actions. She turned around and glared at me. "Okay, okay," I said and sat down next to her, dangling my legs over the edge as well, "I know, I still shouldn't have brought it up." She turned to face the setting sun, coloured with different shades of yellow, orange, red and grey as a result of the pollution.
"I just try to forget. That terrified boy's face is everywhere. It won't go away," she broke down in tears. I wrapped my arm comfortingly around her, "It was an accident-"
"But I should have controlled my powers-," she interrupted me.
I place my index finger on her lips and gave her a stern authoritative look, "You were young and you hadn't learnt how to control your powers. I wasn't your fault. Besides, it won't happen again, you know how to control yourself now." I gave her a smile, "Don't worry about it."
Mars sat on the steps on the bus with Ginger standing, leaning against her. The other passengers were either on the bus in their seats or out stretching their legs or smoking around the bus. Ginger had a burst of energy and started dancing around in front of Mars. Mars smiled at the joyfully dancing six years old who smiled back. Swiftly, an Eraser grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Mars ran after him as he took off into the night. Ginger screamed and kicked, but he wasn't letting her go anytime soon. She wasn't going to let him get away with her baby. She could easily out-fly him and caught up with him with no struggle. She glided about him then snapped her wings away, landing on to of him. She closed her hand into a fist and slammed it into the back of his head. His skull cracked and blood oozed over her knuckles. They began to lose altitude with is his lifeless body. Mars grabbed Ginger, holding her close to her body, and launched off the Eraser.
Ginger clung to Mars like she was her life support. She buried her face in Mars' chest and cried. She had been so close to being taken. It was a rude awakening to her pleasant dream.
"Shh, it's ok. He's gone. He's dead. He can't hurt you." Mars comforted, fighting back tears herself. She had almost lost Ginger forever. She had almost lost one of her flock. She promised herself that she would never be so careless again.
"He….he…" she sniffled.
"I know, I know. I promise you I won't let it happen again." Mars know the bus would be slow to take them to New York City. The only choice would be to fly. She would fly all night and all day if she had to. She had to get to her flock before something bad happened to them, that's if something hadn't happened already.