I did a quick scan of the area, looking for a way out, but we were totally surrounded. Not only that, but we seemed to be outside in the alleyway behind the mall.
"What the hell?!" I said. Then something clicked. She's a mutant! "Shit! You're a mutant"
"No shit, sherlock!" the real Carlie cackled. The clones laughed along with her. "Wanna see what else I can do?"
Suddenly, every thing around me disappeared. All I could see was that bitch and Fang fucking on our old bed. I shook my head, causing the scene to disappear.
"I love my gifts." Carlie crooned. "I took great enjoyment out of making Fang believe that he had sex with me. And then tying you to a chair and making you believe that I had sex with him. I also enjoyed the scene when you flew away. However did you manage it? Eight months pregnant, and somehow you were still able to fly all the way to Arizona. It must have been a rough flight." She smiled sweety at me. I growled.
"You." I snarled. "You're the reason that my child spent the first two years of her life thinking her father didn't care. You're the reason I hated Fang. And now, you're going to be the reason some one dies today." I lunged at her, using my telekinesis to force the copies back, and round-house kicked her in the ribs. Barbie hissed in pain.
She formed a claw with her hand and attempted to scratch me. I deflected it with ease and punched her in the stomach, before upper-cutting her in the jaw. Barbie fell to the floor. I took a moment to glance at Fang and Vicky. Fang was holding his own against three of the clones, Vicky behind him, cowering. The other clones were nowhere to be seen.
I spun around as I heard Barbie get up. I swiftly kicked her in the side of the head.
"Stay down, dammit!" I growled as she flopped back on to the pavement, unconscious. "Fang, cover Vicky's ears and turn around. Make sure she can't see or hear me." He did as he was told.
I crouched down, grasping Barbie's head in my hands, and quickly snapped her neck. I stood up. I turned in time to see the clones turn to dust.
"Is the mean lady gone?" Vicky asked, trying to look past Fang. I moved in her way. There was no way in hell I was letting mt two year old see the bitches corpse.
"Yes." I said. "Come on. Let's go find the others."
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Angel's POV
We went straight home after Max, Fang, and Vicky found us and payed for our stuff. Max was silent the entire flight home. And when we got home, all she said was that she had some stuff to do, before locking herself in her rom.
Fang's gone up a few times with Vicky, but Max won't even speak through the door, let alone open it.
And I can't get anything either. Mentally, I mean. It's like she's got some sort of total mental-block. I'm really scared.
"Guys?" I asked, my voice trembling and breaking. My vision blurred as tears welled. I closed my eyes and allowed them to spill over. "What if she left? Or was taken? I mean, there's a chance we didn't hear it over the t.v. (Iggy turned it up really, really loud.) I'm scared. I can't get anything from her. Not even the normal hum from when she's blocking me." Nudge came over and pulled me into a hug. She turned us around so she could see the others over my head. (Not that I'm very tall. We bird kids grow fast and get kinda tall. But not me. When Max was twelve, she was five-six. I'm bearly five feet. And Nudge is five-ten. Gazzy's six-foot-one, Iggy's six-three, and Fang's six-four. ((I don't know how tall Max is)))
"Fang, Iggy, you two go break Max's freaking door down." she ordered. "Gazzy, I have a feeling that this is not going to end well. I want you to go and gather all of the bombs you and Iggy have." The boys nodded and ran up the stairs. I pulled away from Nudge and went and picked up Vicky. She buried her face in my shoulder and cried.
"What are we going to do, Nudge?" I asked as she walked over to the closet and pulled out four large backpacks, one medium one, and a small one. She tossed me the medium one and the small one. I caught them with one hand.
"Go fill those with clothes and necessities for you and Vicky." she said. She set two of the big ones down, and then proceeded to fill the other one with nonperishable food items, (You know, things like canned food, mac-and-cheese, that sorta stuff?) and a couple of pots and pans.
I turned, still holding Vicky, toward the stairs. I had barely taken one step before the boys came barreling down the stairs. Iggy and Gazzy had their arms full of bombs, and Fang had a wild look in his eyes.
"Max is gone." Iggy gasped. "Carlie's friends took her."
Aren't I evil? (Cackles evilly) Anyway, I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. I have an extremely busy schedule, but I have the idea for what I'm going to do in the next chapter.
And I would really love some reviews for my stories Gone and On The Run Again.
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