You know I have been a jerk to you guys. I have raised your hopes for faster updates only to get distracted with Spring Break homework.
Yatlou: I should have seen it coming since you are a procrastinator.
Me: But, I didn't think it would take me sooo long to complete. Especially since you wouldn't help me.
Yatlou: What is the point of homework if you aren't going to work some brain muscle?
Me: The point would be a distraction to my writing. -looks down on paper- I hate social studies.
Yatlou: Strange, you have the passion for Mythology of any kind, but hate recent events from a few centuries.
Me: -frowns- It just boring, not as amusing, or as you would say, intriguing as myths.
Yatlou: It's amazing that you're interested in Maximum Ride since it seems to follow a scientific genre. Isn't that boring?
Me: -gasp- Such foul words! It's science! It is amazing when a book does take a bit of logical to back it up. It shows James Patterson's imagination follows through his own invention of science.
Yatlou: I guess…
Me: Yup… dang it, I got distracted, again!
Yatlou: -smirks- You are such an easy prey.
Me: Ugh… I'll ignore that.
Yatlou's POV
His ultimatum echoed in my head like an obnoxious, obtrusive tune that would involuntarily play itself as a broken record in one's mind. However, I smirked at the thought, certainly, it wouldn't have been this complicated. Earlier, I would have picked my species, experiments, over any pathetic, capricious human. Now, the only human interactions seem to tip me back to my previous choice, but I was given a peculiar perspective that some humans can actually perform acceptable actions. In the end, I chuckled, destroying the somber atmosphere, "I think you are slightly aggrandizing the truth, Mr. Dotr-," I started only to interrupted by the only other presence in the compartment.
The reverent man held a kind expression, dulling his cynical features that he almost had deceived me, "Please, call me father."
I held back my remark as I remembered that I was in the same place that raised me. I had no power here, even if there wasn't a force opposing me I wouldn't be able to rip his life out of him. My body switched to its submissive instinct, "Of course, father. In any case, it seems that you are simply muddling my mind with your melodramatic dictums. We are perfectly civilized in each other's presence. This can be an indication that experiments and humans are able to breath the same air in a courteous manner. In addition, just like humans, experiments are unpredictable with their emotions. There is a possibility that they would surprise us if they manage to make a compromise with another species. In fact, the flock," He raised an eyebrow towards the change of tone in my argument. Even if I had a good connection with the flock, the simple thought of their innocent, pure interaction with humans even now manage to flabbergast me, "have establish a website that constantly communicates towards humans. In the end, many humans have accepted their forms and offered their assistance to them."
He raised an eyebrow and walked to the windows. I turned to see the drowning sun, screaming its radiant colors out as it composed the typical intimidating, conniving appearance of a mastermind. My mind wandered to Shadow since he should have collected most of the experiments. Hopefully, there won't be a colossal massacre down there. Scientists and loyal experiments still patrol the hallways, creating a possibility of 'unknown' deaths. However, my mind switched to analyze a mystifying noise, yet I couldn't identify its location or the cause of it.
Next thing I knew, I felt minuscular pieces of glass glaze and puncture my skin. Immediately, I crossed my arms over my face and ducked to the floor as the crashing sound of broken glass erupted into the room. Mr. Dotrel was laying on the ground with thick rivers of bloods on his abdomen, but the most injure was the shard that was speared into his head. His pale skin and low rate breathing signal his death. I covered my mouth to covered the gasp and looked for the enemy. Instead, I was delivered a flash of brown and white pass by with a strong gust.
"What are you doing here?"
I looked up to see Maximum. She had a few scratches on her arms due to her stunt with a belligerent scowl sketched into her face. Her question stayed in the air with no response from me since I couldn't seem to regain composure. If Mr. Dotrel is dead, what could this lead to?
Hands gripped my coat and lifted my body off the ground. I was being back and forth as if I was a stray cat that ate the person's favorite canary. My petulant mood pulled my body away from Maximum and glared at her. "What the hell, Maximum? Didn't the robotic experiment come and attack you?"
"Oh, they came alright. They were easily defeated by the flock in less than a minute, but they took something from us. We came to bring them back, so where are they?"
I narrowed my eyes, "Who?"
"My biological family. You took them and still have the ignorance to say, 'Who?'. I came to settle with the director of this company to convince him that experimenting is wrong." However, I found that the term "convince" seemed to hold a different meaning.
"You mean, the one you killed," At this statement, I pointed at the corpse that was now a sickly translucent color with blank eyes that simply screeched to the world, 'Death'. I returned my gaze to Maximum and quickly concluded that it wasn't going to end well. I'm seriously doubting that Maximum can hold the potential to be the world savior.
"Don't you blame on me the sins that you committed! You are framing this to make me look like a murderer," Without a warning, she punched me across the face, sending me across the rough carpet. Feeling the forceful act of violence, I simply stared at the dead body. She lifted up her hand and a sudden spit of fire bounced off of her. I felt my eyes widen at the demonstration of a new power as her face constructed at malicious smirk that even the king of the Jungle would be blocked by doubt to attack. Fire against ice can't be a fair fight if I wasn't able to create a steady strategy. Carefully, she strolled towards me and whispered to my limp body, "But, the real murderer is you."
I processed the words only to see a bit of truth in it, but then again, everyone is a murderer. Maybe not physically like the actions I would perpetrate for the company. Unlike my procedure of decapitating humans, it was a subtle manner to kill. There was no blood that signaled the destruction of a presence. We, as in humans and experiments, assassinate the intangible substances that accompanied people's subconscious. The feelings that foolishly hidden or ignored are the ones that become the victims. Hope is killed through harsh words and insatiable desires. Pride is broken at the sight of embarrassment and nervousness. Love is ripped apart at the thought of rejection and being cast aside. Are people who kill those feelings murderers?
My irrelevant reflection caused me to earn a kick in the ribs that made me hiss. Thankfully, instincts took over as I planted my feet on her stomach and flipped her off. "Look, Maximum. I really am not in the mood to fight you. I have more important matters to attend to." Swiftly, my mind connected to the thought of Shadow waiting for me next to Mediterranean Sea made my heart lunge and land clumsily into my ribcage.
"Please, the only matters you have is to kill. Do you like killing? Just like the Erasers, you are a sick mutation that was created for bloodshed." That made me stop in my tracks. I am an Eraser? I never really compared my animalistic characteristics to an Eraser. In my mind, the job that I employed was rational and justifiable, yet it seems that either way I would only be called an assassin. Well, a Platinum Silver assassin, but that wasn't the point. It was amusing if you thought about it throughly. I was the most loyal subject in the School only to end up as the 'rebelling teen' at the Yotrole business and Maximum's enemy. Well, two could play the "Guilt" game.
"But, Maximum, don't you kill?" I responded with a trained tone of puerile innocence. "The Erasers, the few scientists, and the director. Aren't those deaths important? Do they deserve to die?" The tone was coated with sweet nectar with a tinge of bitter salt decorating it. "Do I deserve to die?"
Maximum deepened her glare, but her shaken form notified that I was pinning a needle into her morals. I smirked at her sensitive characteristics that were opposed of any type of killing. Unfortunately, she regained composure faster than I expect as she contradicted my questions with one statement.
"Yes."
I sneered at her as she defiantly tackled me to the carpet. A small winced escape me as I felt the sharpest sets of crystal stabbed into my back. Swiftly, I snatched my knife and stabbed her in the side just to equal the pain. In reflex, she move back and I used my elbow to throw her off causing her to relive my experience as she sweep across the floor. Her body recklessly rolled into a wall and looked down She took out the knife only to unleash a full waterfall of bright scarlet and gripped my knife with a vicious look in her face. However, her scrunched forehead signaled that she was in deep thought and her hand patched the slit that was engraved into her. I smirked at her vulnerable condition and continue on with the game. I am not afraid to play with the little Tweety bird.
"Do you deserve to die? You would have been sent to court for attempt at murder at this point," I ambled around the room, looking for medical supplies. I didn't have the desire to be blamed at why the world suddenly vanished. Even though, they wouldn't have time to judge me, might as well prevent such an atrocious event. An imprudent choice that held no meaning, "For compliments, I congratulate you that you are a magnificent opponent. For insults, you will have to do better that a football tackle to kill me." I started to search the cabinets and found the first aid. I move aside to see my knife pierced into the paster wall. Steadily, I shook my head and threw the medical package to her. "You have horrible aiming," I dictate as I disconnected my knife from the wall.
At this point, I didn't know what was my reason to continue staying in this room. I came to convince Mr. Dotrel to destroy his alliance with Itex. My goal was to start a competition between the companies to avoid any progress towards an advance form of experimentation. However, without the director alive, it would only cause the company to fall below theirs due to the contract. How will this work out?
"Max, you have to defeat Itex," She looked at me with a perplexed look, but as the words were being comprehended in her mind, a look of determination and persistence overtook. Her side was already dressed with bandages and she stood up.
"Why? Why would I listen to you?"
I sighed, "Are you going to let your pride take control, Maximum? Think rationally. It is for the better especially since you want to stop experimentation. If the world dies, you will go down with them along with your flock."
However, the building trembled as if an explosion was set off. The flooring seem to be set off balance and cracks were spreading from the walls. Fragments fell from the ceiling, releasing dust that were acting as it was snow. I turned to the window and lunged towards it. In my mind, it seems a better choice to fall on grass than broken deceiving pieces of cement that could corrupt under my weight. However, my jump was unsuccessful and fell down while Maximum simply flew out of the hazardous disaster. Stupid bird genetics.
The only thought that jumped out of my mind as I precipitously declined in elevation was the same comment I stated many times previously.
Damn.
Okay, guys and girls. I think I'm going back to the two weeks update which is really bad. I will tried to update weekly.
Yatlou: I wouldn't trust her.
Me: Why? I am reliable.
Yatlou: Of course, you are responsible for all my idiotic actions. I give you control of my life and twist it all around.
Me: I created you, so I think I have the right to make you whatever I want.
Yatlou: This chapter is smaller than the rest of them.
Me: I am aware of that and I'm really sorry, guys. I just seem to reach my author's block. At least, I wanted this chapter to be composed of pure action, but it seems to have made another turn.
Yatlou: I wished it was consisted of only action. I would have had the chance to
kick Maximum's ass.
Me: Really? I thought fire beats ice any day.
Yatlou: Not if it turns into water.
Me: That's confusing.
Yatlou: For you.
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