Warning, you will be saddened by this chapter.
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Kem
The surprised and annoyed look on all the whitecoats' faces was priceless. I had to hold my sides to stop myself from busting out laughing.
I danced lightly over to Max's side and whispered in her ear, "Max, whatever happens, don't let anyone move. Tell this to Angel and have her tell everyone else."
She nodded almost imperceptibly and her gaze became impeccably steely as she glared at the whitecoats with the guns.
I walked slowly around the clearing, being careful and making sure that I didn't make any noise and not to step on any of the patches of grass. Being invisible was one thing; being quiet was another altogether.
I slid in behind one whitecoat and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he sensed me behind him. His head shot around behind him and he looked wildly around, trying to locate me in vain. Even mutant eyes couldn't me when I was in "really determined camouflage mode."
Anyway, even though I was going to die a little inside when this happened, it had to be done if the flock and I were going to get out here mostly hole-free.
I shot my arm out and grabbed the whitecoat by the throat. His eyes bugged as I twisted his head to the side, snapping his neck, dispatching him quickly.
I wrenched the machine gun from his hands and spun around in a movement so quick, you'd swear I was always in that position. I pulled down the safety switch and pulled the trigger the first notch so it was ready to shoot at a hair's breath.
I fought against the wave of nausea that sickened me as tears rolled uncontrollably down my face; this is what killing did to me. My gag reflex kicked in, threatening to spill my empty stomach's bile everywhere. I swallowed and focused on the faces that were turned towards me, fear written everywhere. They were so inept, these whitecoats; all their guns hung down limply, some of them even had their hands in the air. Ha, ha, stupid, bungling, deranged humans.
And this is coming from the mutant-bird-kid holding a machine gun. Oh, and she can change colors.
I felt Angel's voice intrude inside my head. Hey Kem, she said hesitantly. I couldn't tell if it was question or not.
I fought to keep my face straight as I answered her back. Yes Angel?
She seemed to mentally hesitate before saying, What are you going to do? Everyone wants to know, especially the whitecoats.
I don't know yet, Angel. Gimme a second to think, I thought back to her and felt her leave my mind.
Uhh… I could maybe threaten to shoot their leader if they don't let us go…? No, that would only make me into Swiss Cheese. Hmm… how about… did Lupe's fangs come in over night? I bet they did…. And the Director'd do anything to keep him alive…. I'm sensing a Lupe-hole! Okay, so I suck at puns, we've established that….
"Lupe!" I called, quite confident that he'd hear the mischievous hint in my voice.
I heard him murmur something and then light/pounding feet as he ran towards me.
He came up behind me and I saw the Whitecoat Leader's mouth thin as he saw Lupe moving about freely.
"What?" he whispered in my ear.
"Harass them," I breathed back.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him grin maliciously; this was where the fun part came in his eyes.
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The moment Kem said "harass them," I knew I her plan was damn good. If she even thought about having me talk to them, she would already have the outcome planned out in her head.
Unless she was being spontaneous again, then we were all royally screwed.
I grinned cruelly and walked up to who seemed to be the lead whitecoat.
I walked around him, inspecting him from head-to-toe with a critical eye. He was a short, balding man with a paunch and probably an ulcer. His hair was brown/grey and his face was set in a deep scowl.
I grinned at him, baring my canines. "Hey, why don't you just let us go and you just keep being an angry, short, fat, bald man with grey hair, hm?"
His face turned tomato red and I grinned down at him from my six-feet-and-eight-inches of height. God-intimidating (you know, instead of God-awful, God-intimidating? Yeah, puns+me=major sucking. As in, I suck more at that than a vacuum cleaner. Hey, why do they call it a vacuum cleaner, if it doesn't clean vacuums? One of life's unsolved mysteries. Sorry, ADD moment……)
He looked back up at me and spat, "You and your sister were failed experiments. The only reason you're still alive is due to the Director, the amazing women she is, and her want to keep you alive in hopes for creating a knew race of human ready for any eventuality. It's because of her that you're alive." He smirked at me, thinking like the dumbass he is, and thought that I was grateful to the "Director."
"Well you can give her a message," I said menacingly low through my teeth. "The flock says, "Go to hell." And I cracked his knuckles and swung my arm in a quick movement, intending to punch his lights out.
But I never got a chance to; he raised his gun too quickly and his trigger was already down the first notch.
He shot me. Right in the chest, under the heart; a fatal shot.
A/N!!!!!!!
Sorry if it seemed like I was dead, and didn't update this because I lost all feeling for it, I was just preoccupied and wanted to do a little of my other two fanfics. And yes Lupe did get shot. It actually hurt me to write that.
Peace, love, happiness, a trained medical team and a cryogenics chamber,
RustyW1ngs.
