I realized I left good ol' Gazzy out of the flying scene. Just pretend he was with Angela, kay?
I hovered there, alone, Fang and the others still watching (or listening, if you take Iggy into consideration) in awe. To think, I just learned how to fly. I flew over to the others and gave them a stupid, happy smile.
"Wow." Fang said. "That was loud." Loud? That's it?
"ZOMG That was amazing!" Nudge squealed. "How?!" Now even ten words out of motor mouth. I must be a pretty good flyer. Suddenly worry crossed Iggy's face.
"I think Epic and Buffy might've heard that." Iggy said. "They're probably worried."
"Who?" I asked, confused.
"They're the two 'enhanced humans' that are always on lookout." Fang explained, using air quotes. "They're probably on their wit's end trying to figure out what that noise was."
"Should we go tell them?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I've heard the strangest names here and seen the strangest people. But "Epic" and "Buffy" couldn't possibly be names. Could they?
"Yeah, I guess." Fang shrugged. "Just let us land first. Epic wouldn't hesitate to shoot a stranger out of the sky."
OOOOOOO You get to meet my OC's. Yayyy!
Fang, Nudge, and Iggy all insisted that I stay behind them. From what little they were telling me, these two people were both trigger happy. We landed on a crag miles away from the base, slowly and cautious. I was mid-stretch when a click froze me into a statue. That was the click of a gun.
"Hey, relax. She's with us." I heard Iggy say with his hands up defensively as two people approached us. They looked just downright strange.
One had dark brown hair pulled into a tight bun, leaving a chunk to cover her right eye. She was dressed in a dark grey turtleneck and black pants and god how is she not sweating like a pig. Her boots were lace up, ultraviolet and extremely tall, so much that they ended at mid-thigh. In one hand, she held a handgun aimed at my head and I could easily see another poking out of her other boot.
Behind her followed a girl with hot pink hair in a loose ponytail. She wore a bright blue, long sleeved, v-neck dress, matching military boots that only went to her knees, and bright pink thigh-high socks. I could see the obvious color scheme she was going for. She had a scary-looking shotgun casually slung around her shoulder with a thick black strap. Both of their eyes matched the colors of there boots. It's not everyday you see a girl with bright fricking purple eyes.
These two girls where responsible of looking out for the entire base? I could see the purple one being the one to lead, but the pink and blue one looked too innocent for that shotgun of hers.
"God, you winged little guys are everywhere, aren't ya?" the purple one remarked jokingly. She stuck her single handgun back into her boot and examined me with her bright eyes.
"What was that boomy thingy?" the pink one asked, her voice curious. She even sounded too innocent for that gun of hers.
"Well," Iggy began. "This 'winged little guy' decided to break the sound barrier, so sorry for the scare."
"It was not a decision!" I protested. They simply shrugged whatever I said off.
"Impressive." the purple one said with a smirk. "Name's Epic."
"Buffy!" the pink one squealed.
"Max." I said, sticking to the one-word introductions. "So, you guys are enhanced, too? No offense, but besides your eyes and hair, you look normal."
"Oh, dearest Max." Epic chuckled. "We don't need obvious appearances to be enhanced. Our powers involve science, the most hated art to the enhanced sanctuary!"
I just looked at them, confuzzled. Epic sighed.
"Buffy has the ability to break down her molecular structure to transport and rebuild or alter it. I manipulate the air density and static."
I held my dumb stare.
"I teleport and fly. Epic has force fields." Buffy explained.
"Jeez. Try saying that the first time." I said, feeling incompetent. I suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Buffy. If you can actually fly, try racing me." She tilted her pink head in thought. A cheery smile spread across her face and she gave an eager nod. Adjusting her shotgun on her back, she breathed deeply. Her feet slowly drifted off of the rock, letting her float in midair. I stared in awe.
"I can make my molecular structure lighter or heavier at my own command, thus light as air!" she cheered, floating higher.
"You go fly while I watch." Epic grumbled. She walked over to the opposite side of the crag and let us all take off back into the sky. Buffy was pretty good at maneuvering and was almost as fast as I was. We raced to a jagged structure off into the distance. In the final stretch, I was in the lead. Frustration flashed on Buffy's face as her entire body seemed to fold in on itself and disappear in thin air. She reappeared atop the rock we were racing to, looking smug.
"I win!" she chimed, jumping up and down.
"No fair! You teleported!" I argued. She only laughed.
"I was playing to my strengths." she corrected, wagging her finger at me. "See ya back at the lookout!" And at that, she was gone. I stomped my foot out of frustration and flew back, grumbling some colorful words under my breath.
Time skippies!
I sat in Angela's office, trying to situate myself in a large leather chair. She sat there, tapping a pen on her desk in thought. I had been called in here by Gazzy shortly after we had gotten back. We sat there in a deafening, awkward silence.
"Am I in trouble?" I finally said, my voice quavering. I don't know why, but I am getting this serious "school principal" vibe from her.
"What?" Angela opened one eye, as if remembering I was still there. "Oh, no. Of course not. You have proven well on your first day here. I have other matters that are far more dire than whatever you were doing outside."
"Oh." I sat back, more relaxed. "Okay. What is it?"
"You see, the scientists that held you captive seemed to put far more work into your genetic altering than they usually do, hence the speed." she explained. "Seeing as they found you to be a somewhat successful test subject, they'll be searching for ones that are compatible to the experiments they tested on you." She paused, as if my severely lacking mind could figure out what she meant.
"... And?" I asked bluntly.
"Well, Maximum." she closed her eyes and rested her head in her hands, obviously frustrated with this news. For someone who only looked 13 or 14 years old, she seemed awfully mature. "They aren't just going to pick any person off of the streets. They have standards for their subjects. And right now, they're looking for somebody preferably similar to your genetics." She paused again, letting the news sink in this time. Realization hit me like a stone fist, knocking the breath out of me and causing my blood to run cold.
"They wouldn't." I whispered. Angela's face showed some sympathy. I put my head on her desk, staring at the ground tearing threatening to escape.
"I'm afraid so, Maximum." Angela said, placing her petite hand on mine. "They'll be hunting down your sisters."
AH YES. TWISTING JUST LIKE A PRETZEL, EH? It's just lovely. First I introduce you to my crazy OC's, make everything seem happy-happy-joy-joy, and BAM! Yup, I turn it into ... this. Whatever. I apologize for grammatical errors. Stay insane, my friends.
-Completely Unstable
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