25: Director's Plans
The helicopters landed a few yard in front of me, and I got myself right into a fighting stance. The door of the closest helicopter opened and the Director came forward. Star's parents behind her. Then Director opened her fat, red lip-stick mouth, "Maximum, I see that you kidnapped our patient. Her parents and I would like her back."
"Well, maybe she doesn't want to go back with you." I gave her the stubborn look.
"I'm sure she does," she insisted.
"No, she doesn't," I insisted back.
"Mom! Dad!" Star's voice called from behind. She ran toward them and embraced her mom. "I missed you guys so much."
"Everything's okay, dear. We'll take you home and everything will be normal again," her father insured. "You just have to take these. One with every meal." He was holding a bottle of pills.
"You see, Max. Just because she has wings, doesn't mean she wants to take part in your little bird-kid hybrid brigade. Something normalcy is a good thing and being special is bad. But out little Sera is very special, therefore, she must be kept under control. Your abilities, and those of you flock are nothing compared to Sera's." Keeping a straight face, she said, "Understand?"
"What are you suggesting? That Star-I mean Sera, is a weapon? Are you going to use her for terrorism or something?" I asked. With all that power…that huge burst, I could see how that might work.
"Not quite. More like a tool. Under our control rather that unpredictable. She will be able to live remotely normal under her condition, but when our plans come into play, she will be of great use to us. We have her parent's permission." And what horrible parents they must be for allowing such evil plan for their daughter.
"What did you do to her at the hospital? Put in some mind-controlling device in her brain?" This thought scared me. If her brain was now being remote-controlled, then how will she ever become normal again? It's not that easy to find a cooperating brain surgeon when you're a fourteen-year old runaway.
"Something of the sort," the Director said. I wanted to kill her all-over again. "So, Maximum, don't try anything irrational. Or, we will execute you by all means possible. You are but one stain on the red stained white cloth of the world. We'll provide the bleach for those stains if we can. Take it as your last warning."
I stood there, stunned. The Director simply walked back to the helicopter with Star's parents following, and Star leaning against her mom's side. Still frozen as they lifted off, I pondered what would be our next move.
"Fall in!" I said, and the rest of the flock lined up in front of me. "Any of you have an idea how to get her back? We did it once the other day, we can do it again!" I am usually not this optimistic about these things, but a surely was determined to disobey that bitch and show her how wrong she was about this. It's people like her who are the big stains of the Earth, unlike ones who are truly saving it.