[A/N] This is a kinda nasty chappie. Just skip to the end if you don't like gore. I'll tell you when. :\ It'll be summarized there. The chappie I based this on: http://www. youtube. com/watch?v=YiV2ZOhd748 LOL. Ni got the preview for this! (Am I allowed to put a youtube link here? If I can't, PM please. :D Then I'll just tell you the song. It's important to this.)
I have finals coming up! So uh. This might be my only update this week. D: Sorry.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Claimer: Own it. And Casey and Matt.
[5.1] Attack; Part One
I sat in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was already 3 AM, and I wasn't asleep yet.
After all, that's what you'd probably get after taking watch for so long during 12 to 4 AM. I rolled over, listening to noises in the house. A keyboard tapping- probably Ms. Martinez typing some vet thing, snoring-probably Iggy- and slow, rhythmic, breathing. The calmness of it just made me close… my… eyes…
"Max! Max!" Gazzy was jumping on my bed. I looked at the clock- 5 AM.
"Ugh. What izzit?" Words slurred together in my exhaustion.
Gazzy choked out the word "nightmare." So, I sat up, and he cried into my shoulder. My poor little trooper. He shook and shuddered, and I waited until his breathing was more even.
"So what was it about?" I asked.
"I dunno." He wiped his nose. "It was really scary, though. I was like, walking in the dark, and…" he hiccupped. "Fang was there."
My heart quickened. Maybe this was like a vision or something. "Yeah?"
"He was really white, and his wings were darker than usual. And his wings were like, out, and his eyes were closed. He was kinda hovering. And then… his eyes opened." He choked, and started to cry again. "Oh Max, it was really scary. M'sorry."
"S'ok, Gazzy. You don't need to tell me if you don't want to." I patted his back. But it'd be great if you could.
"No. I feel like I kinda have to tell you." His eyes glazed over, and he launched back into his retelling. "His eyes were really freakishly red, and then he screamed. But it wasn't like he was screaming. It was like he was trying to tell me something… I'm not sure what though. But then all these dead people and skeletons showed up, and a destroyed city. Freaky." [A/N: Mega hint.]
And with that, Gazzy passed out. "Gazzy? Gazzy?!" I shook his shoulders, and his eyes fluttered.
"Wuhh? Wha' happened? I'm tired Max… just muuhhhh…" I lifted him back to bed.
What just happened?
Fang woke up again to find himself in a dark room. "What…?" He tried walking, and he dropped down to nothingness. "What the hell is this? Hello? Anyone here?"
A whimper.
"Hello?" A little girl materialized. "Who are you?"
The girl stood up. Her dirty blonde curls bounced as she raised her head. She looked Fang in the eyes, and slowly walked towards him; ballet slippers padding across the supposedly non-existent floor. As she spoke, her ice-blue eyes were cold with malice. "You know who I am, Fang," she stepped closer, and Fang could count each individual freckle on her nose. "In fact, you should know who I am. But I guess you can't. Well, I'll just tell you. I'm Casey." She stopped, and Fang felt like he couldn't breathe. She snapped out her pure white wings.
"I'm the girl you killed."
Fang screamed. He jolted awake, and his chains rattled. His breathing was ragged and uneven, his face covered in a cold sweat. I did not kill that little girl. I don't even remember her! A buzzer sounded, and a whitecoat entered the room.
"Hello, Four. Someone looks shaken." He smiled, and put his hand in his pocket. "Did you meet someone? A little girl, perhaps? Casey?" Fang's eyes bulged out of his head. How did he know about her?
"Oh, I knew her, alright. She was our first avian-hybrid, but died. She and her brother- what was his name? Oh yes- Matt. Well, they both died when they were two. Because you killed them."
Fang's mind was going out of control. He shook his head furiously- No. No. I never killed anyone. Just erasers and M-Geeks and flyboys, but they didn't count.
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"Oh yes, Four. You did kill them. In fact, here are their bodies, after we found them in their nursery." He pulled out a photograph, and Fang couldn't rip his eyes away from it. They were mangled bodies- so young, so innocent. They were exactly like two year olds. Blood splattered the room, and their heads were almost completely detached from their bodies. Just a hint of white bone connected it to their necks. Tear tracks were visible, creating a line of skin on their bloody faces. Cuts on their wrists and necks, slashes on their arms and legs. Heavy bruises on just about everywhere, hair completely ripped out in place.
Limbs were bent at odd angles, and fluids leaked out everywhere. Fang screamed. But it wasn't because of their injuries.
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It was because they looked exactly like Angel and Gazzy.
Dr. Runyon smiled. Oh, how the Director would love this. "Oh Four, how can you sleep at night? Haunted by your evil deeds. Of course, you can barely remember it, so no matt-"
Fang broke the iron chains which had held him to that wall. His hands found their way to Dr. Runyon's neck, choking him, as the erasers had done to him two years ago. "Tell me, Runyon. How did I kill them? Seems like you know." His voice made the room drop by ten degrees- literally. Ice formed in the corners of the room, his breath making little white puffs as he spoke. Fang closed his eyes.
"Tell me why you've captured me. All you've done is watched me like a little lab rat- oh wait, I am. So tell me.
"Why haven't I been killed yet?!" His eyes opened. They were a deep, crimson red. His voice amplified, deepened: the air around him vibrated. Shadows hovered on the brink of existence.
Gazzy's vision was coming true.
Fang's grip tightened. "Tell me, Runyon. Or you shall die."
Runyon was scared out of his wits, but he had to act fast. His hand darted towards Fang's jugular- pristine needle in hand. He stuck him- and movement stopped. Time halted. Fang collapsed, and everything disappeared.
[A/N]
So- for those of you who skipped, Runyon pulled out a picture of Casey and Matt, when they were found dead. They were really mangled. D:
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