ANDD we're BACK into Angel's POV. Happy reading!
Battle of the Exes
Subject twenty-seven sprung up, a huge smile on his face.
"I was wondering when you'd find out," he said. "And don't worry, sweetie… About the kissing? Our feelings were pretty much mutual."
"You know?" snapped Anastasia. "If I were you – which I'd rather die than let happen – and I really, really liked the Superior, I wouldn't be smiling right now."
"Oh, she's not dead," he scoffed.
"What?" I cut in. "'Course she's dead. Her freaking heart's stopped beating. How dead can you get, buster?"
"Buster?" He was bemused. "Honey, the Superior's as dead as I am."
"And you're so dead," snarled Anastasia, lunging at him.
"Wait," I said.
Anastasia stumbled. She stared back at me. "What?"
Just… wait a sec, I thought.
WHY?
"Subject twenty-seven," I said slowly. "What d'you mean she's not dead? Anastasia here just put a couple hundred volts through her brain. She's fried."
"Yeah, her body over there might be fried," he said. "But she's not dead."
"Of course she is!" I yelled. "Stop trying to play your stupid mind-trick games on us, Tee. Mind games are for people like us. You just sit there like a good boy and do what I say. Wait for us to kick your lily-livered ass all the way to next century."
"Say hi to the aliens for me," Anastasia quipped. "And don't worry... they probably won't run away screaming from you, Tee, since you guys would look so alike."
"In your dreams," he said. Then he turned back to me with a mock-innocent expression. "But Angel, you know better than anyone else that people can come back from the dead, don't you?"
Ari…
The memory shot through my head. I doubled over, clutching my head.
No… The Superior's DEAD… How can she come back?
"Tell us how she'll come back," I growled. "Or we'll kill you."
"Go ahead," he said, enjoying himself. "Try."
"Just tell us how she does it, and no one gets hurt," I said. "Come on."
"No," he said, already beginning to transform, his teeth becoming longer and longer, scales erupting from his back. "Fight me, biatch."
"Biatch?" I repeated. "Oh, boy, you've really done it now."
Anastasia grinned. "D'you want to kill him, Angel?"
"I sure as hell do," I said. "But since he cheated on you…?"
"You do the honours," she said. "You're pretty much dying to, anyway."
I smirked. "You just signed your own death warrant, vampire-boy."
Then I remembered the Superior. We couldn't let her come back to life.
Get inside the electricity room, I thought. Destroy the Superior's body.
"Angel, Angel, Angel," he said. "Your mighty powers don't work on me in this building."
GET INSIDE, I ordered. NOW.
"But let me just show you who you're dealing with," he said.
Subject twenty-seven pushed past the two of us, and came to where all the buttons were. A smile played on his lips as he tapped in a code, and opened a red box titled TO INCINERATE. He looked inside the room at the body of the Superior, then pushed the button.
We stood, frozen, as white-hot heat pulsed inside the room. A blast of blistering air came from the gap under the door, and I stepped backwards. When we finally looked inside the room again, the Superior had been completely destroyed – all that remained of her were a pile of ashes.
"Holy crap…" breathed Anastasia. She wheeled around, turning to Subject twenty-seven. "But I thought you... you really liked her!"
"Sure," he said. "I love her."
"Love?" I repeated. "Love? Not… not loved?"
"Oh, good," he said. "You noticed. At least one of the twins is a teensy bit clever."
Anastasia glared at him. "What was that?"
"Oh, Stacie, Stacie," he crooned. "Our time is up, babe. You know how girls have either brains or beauty? Well, here's what I figured about you two, and my one and only. In your cases, Angel's got the brains, and you've got the… well, not so much beauty… more, I guess, ugliness… and the Superior ended up with both brains and proper, gorgeous, stunning, beauty."
"Brains?" I echoed. "You wouldn't know brains if they fell out of the sky screaming 'Oh my God, watch out! I'm a brain!' and hit you on the head."
"Yeah, Tee. You really aren't that brainy yourself," added Anastasia. "You know, even if you were twice as smart, you'd still be down there in the brains department with the woodlice and the freaking dung-beetles.
Then I broke in with: "Your teeth are brighter than you are, and, let's face it… they're not doing too well these days, are they?"
"And besides, brains aren't everything." Anastasia looked him up and down. "In fact, in your case, they're nothing."
"If you had another brain?" I smiled evilly. "It' d be lonely."
"And if brains were money?" Anastasia finished. "You'd be a charity case."
I had to say it. Between the two of us, we had a pretty good no-brains insult system going on here.
"Honey?" said Subject twenty-seven, looking over at her. "At least I know beauty when I see it, and you ain't no oil painting. I guess you're just a lost –"
Sorry, Angel, Anastasia thought. I knew I said you could do the honours, but –
She leapt forwards, one arm pulled back, and punched him, hard, on the face. Subject twenty-seven reeled back, clutching his bleeding nose.
"Oh, give it up, Stace," he said. "You were raised here, in a lab. And unlike yours truly, you were never taught how to fight."
She screamed in rage, and ran forwards again. He dodged her uppercut easily, and snapped his scaly leg out, so she went head over heels.
"No-one," I hissed, "Does that to my sister, and gets away with it."
I sprinted at him, the muscles in my leg rippling as I spun around, and planted a well-aimed kick right on his jawbone. There was a sickening crack.
"So the better sister sure does know how to fight," muttered Subject twenty-seven. "Angel, darling, we didn't get much time together, but I know Louis loved what time we–"
He cried out as his head jerked forwards. A second later, Anastasia was straddling him, punching the crap out of him.
"The better sister?" she shouted, deranged. "The BETTER sister? Huh. Surprised, are we? Surprised that freaking Stace has some freaking fight in her freaking grown-up-in-a-freaking-lab freaking body? Yeah? Take that, you evil, scaly, disgusting, dumbass, crappy piece of dirt. And that. And that! You deserve every freaking punch, y'old wimp!"
I launched myself at him, grinning, and grabbed his left leg. I twisted it until there was a satisfying crack, and a scream, and then I started on the other one.
"Take that!" she was still yelling. "And that! Oh, shut up," she added, as he opened his mouth to roar something back at her, "You'll never be the man your beautiful Superior is."
That shut him up, I guess. Or maybe it was her next punch at his mouth. Either way, it was a pretty good comeback. I stored it in the back of my head for safe-keeping.
"And don't you dare talk to me about fighting," she continued. "When you – can't – even – fight – your – freaking – self!"
Subject twenty-seven snarled underneath her. "Oh, Anastasia, you think this is fighting?"
He snapped up one hard, scaly arm, and turned her over, so he was now pinning her to the ground. He drew back a clawed hand.
"Say sayonara, sweetheart," he said.
I leapt into action, grabbing his head, and pulling it away from her. Leaving one arm pressing her down, he threw the other one back around, catching me across the neck. Gasping for air, I staggered backwards. Subject twenty-seven took the moment to haul Anastasia upwards, then drive her crashing down to the ground. He did it again, and she fell unconscious.
I suddenly felt something digging into my side in my pocket, and, grabbing whatever it was, I chucked it. subject twenty-seven yelled as a metal can clunked against his head, and broke open. A hell of a lot of brown and white stuff exploded in his face. I cracked a grin.
It was Spagbol.
He leapt blindly at me, Anastasia still crumpled on the floor, his claws slashing through the air.
"Enjoying the free meal?" I asked, lightly dodging his attacks. "If you didn't guess, I once got it from this complete jerk after dumping him."
"Dumping?" he shrieked. "Dumping? Angel, I was the best boyfriend you've ever freaking had!"
"Yeah, I guess," I said, bringing my fist up against his already-shattered nose. He yelped. "But maybe that's because you were the only boyfriend I ever had."
He launched another punch at me, and I went sprawling.
"Sorry, darling," he said. "Did that hurt a little?"
I rolled my eyes, although inside, I was screaming in pain.
"And, you know what?" I said, wiping away a stream of blood coming from my split lip. "Maybe you were my – and Anastasia's – only boyfriend, but you probably weren't the Superior's. And I'm guessing you were probably her worst, which is saying something, considering the rest of them were probably desperate little whitecoats… You were three-timing her, Louis."
"On her orders."
He hit me again and again, but all I did was laugh.
"You were cheating on her with… her almost-daughter, and a girl you'd met for… what was it? A day?" I felt a sharp sting in my chest as his claws raked my shirt. "And lets not forget that she was dating outside her freaking species with you."
"So were you," he pointed out.
"Yeah," I said. "But I thought you were human, and since I'm 98% that, I didn't think it'd make much of a difference. What are you? 3%? 1%?"
"49.5%!" he bellowed, clutching me by the arm, and throwing me across the room.
I hit a wall of glass, which shattered, but I still looked up at him, grinning.
"Ooh," I said sarcastically. "You got a point 5! Wow. That almost makes you half-human. Well freaking done."
He roared, running at me again, his fangs flashing in the light. I saw dots hovering before my eyes, and I knew that this was the final blow.
"Come on, you stinking prick," I muttered under my breath, bracing myself. "Come get me."
He was so close now, his hot breath on my face, his claws drawing back…
Then I could've sworn I heard someone shout my name, but I didn't know if I'd imagined it, because right then, all the energy left me, and I collapsed, my eyes falling shut, everything fading around me.
SORRY about the not-updating for ages!!! The neighbours are renovating, and all the freaking DRILLS are driving me MENTAL. So I wrote this one while there was this huge
loud noise going drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr next door. So this chapter might be a LITTLE off, but I hope it's okay..
And just so you know? All of the insults and comebacks in this story.... I know it's more than usual, but it's NOT because I'm pissed off at the neighbours. No. *cough, cough*.
Of COURSE not. And, besides, who DOESN'T mind getting up at 10 in the morning when they have JET LAG because of a freaking DRILL??????
So, just to make me feel the TINIEST bit better... do I get any reviews??? Mentioning the AWESOMENESS of all the insults/comebacks at that scumbag Subject twenty-seven
(aka Tee) and how much everyone HATES him (I know I do)..... And what about the Superior? Who REALLY thinks she's kicked the bucket?
LOVE YOU ALL.
