And this is the part, my darlings, where you see me begin to break out my more badass-y songs that I've saved up just for you.
:D
Enjoy.
THEMESONGS:
Enter Sandman ~ Metallica
Trouble is a Friend ~ Lenka
.M.I.W.
12. Cocky
I was booking it.
My wings were working overtime, but I was going as fast as I could, catching whatever thermals I could. Being so high, I felt like I was going at a crawling speed, but in reality I was probably going around three hundred.
I was in no mood to stop, not even when my pounding head made me stop. I just had to ride through this. I had to.
For a moment, I considered what Angel would be doing by the time I got there. Where would she be? Trying to tan while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
Excellent.
Just the very thought of that traitor made my blood boil. Not in a healthy way either. She was only six years old, and already had a death wish?
Because she was messing with me.
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I was there.
I could feel it.
Lately, it seemed like these 'feelings' were getting me places, so I decided to just roll with it.
Hell, it wasn't like I had anything to lose.
I rocked forward so my face was angled toward the ground, gave about five strong flaps to the ground, and folded my wings.
I narrowed my eyes against the harsh wind blowing in my face, but kept going. No stopping, no stopping.
I saw a bright white condo come to life before my eyes, which only made me want to go harder and faster.
Come on, come on!
Now!
I unfurled my wings, and let them go back with a snap as my feet descended to the ground. My Keds only made a soft thud to the concrete balcony as the rest of my body went down in a crouch to level out my weight.
Two seconds passed with me being in the same position.
Five seconds.
In my crouch, I slowly pulled out my sword.
Seven seconds.
Letting out a slow breath, I stood up and sheathed my sword. I hopped to a jog to comb the place, hopefully without being seen, as I tried to search for Angel.
When I rounded a corner, I froze, and did a quick backtrack. Carefully, I peered around the corner.
There was Angel, sitting out on a lawn chair just as I'd guessed with a pair of huge sunglasses on. Just the picture of pampered perfection.
Guess who was about to break this image of picturesque Hollywood?
You guessed it.
"You sure know how to piss a good party off." I noted dryly as I walked around the corner.
Instead of flinching in surprise like I thought she would, she pulled up her sunglasses and looked at me.
"Oh." She stated shortly. "It's you."
"Who else, my dear?" I grinned superiorly. "Now, let's go."
"I don't think so." She informed me. "You see, you've ruined my plan. Max is supposed to be here, not you. So, you're kind of in the way."
"Already want me to go?" I asked with faux sadness. "And I thought we were becoming friends."
"I don't need anymore friends." She spat.
"Ah, story of my life." I sighed theatrically. "But, you might change that statement when we get home."
"I'm afraid you can't." A deep voice made me pause, and watch as Angel's slow smile crept over her features.
I looked over at the sliding glass door Angel had just come out of to see none other than Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen… Or however you spell his damn name.
"Ha." I scoffed as I took a more languid stance. "What's up, doc? Or should I say, quack?"
"Ah – Madi, is it? – You're not who we were expecting."
"Yes, well, you live and learn." I shrugged. "Now, if you excuse us –"
Just as I took a step forward, I heard them.
Seven huge as hell Erasers in human form, seeming to just come from nowhere. Two on the roof, one around corner in front of me, two on either side of Hans, and two behind me.
I narrowed my eyes. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think I've just been punked."
The Erasers advanced, and I tensed. "You don't know who you're dealing with." I sneered at Gunther-Hagen.
"You see, Madi, even though Max was what I wanted, you seem perfectly acceptable."
"Oh, you don't want me." I said. "I'm not a good candidate for experimentation. Trust me, I'm a chain smoker, psychologically unstable, and do as many drugs as I can get my hands on. Seriously, I'm like the female Eminem before the Recovery album."
The doctor looked at me curiously for a moment, before regaining some thought.
"Angel has told me about your leadership qualities. Far more dynamic than Max. And you killed some of my Erasers? Much more ruthless. We need someone like you, Madi."
"Me in a nutshell." I felt the Erasers close in. "Sorry – not really – but I've got my own ducks in a row, and they don't involve you."
"Well," Gunther-Hagen sighed. "We could always make you."
"I'd like to see you tr –"
