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Salem POV continued:
I was starting to get worried. It was almost dinnertime and the Flock still hadn't emailed me back. What if something had happened to them? I kept my mind on the computer all day long just hoping for a response. Eric paraded around like a jack ass in charge until Tarzan came home with Cat right behind him. He looked defeated as he walked in the back door.
"I couldn't do it," he said.
"What?" Eric asked putting Taz on the ground and letting him run like mad.
"I couldn't take her in. I was afraid. These people don't know what she is. They don't know what we are. What if they want to study her or take to someplace just like the School for experiments. I just...couldn't do it," he said. Cat had a blank stare on her face. Taz ran up to her leg. She picked him up and carried him to the other side of the house without a word.
I had never seen Tarzan look so worried. He watched Cat like a hawk, but watching her only seemed to make him more depressed. He looked so helpless. Seeing the two older kids like that worried me. I turned back toward the computer.
"Hurry Fang," I whispered under my breath.
Suddenly there was ding sound in my head like a microwave that had finished cooking.
"Email! I got an email!" I shouted uncontrollably as I ran right by Tarzan. He barely had enough time to move out of the way to let me pass. I squeezed by him ignoring him right to the computer. With a single thought I pulled up my email and started to read.
Salem,
Thank you for being such an imaginative fan. However I can assure you that School is out. Forever, if you'll pardon the pun. But if you really are having problems with this Cat girl who isn't talking maybe you should take her to a psychiatrist or something? The whitecoats are through.
Fang.
"No! No they're not through!" I shrieked.
"Salem, what is your problem?" Eric shouted. I ignored him as I typed furiously.
Dear Fang,
I realize you probably think I'm lying. You probably think I'm just a fan. (Granted, I am also a fan.) But I am also an experiment! I am covered in black fur with claws, you have to take me seriously. None of us know what to do! We are down one leader! The Erasers are going to come barging in like they always do any day now. We have to fix Cat now. Please. You have to believe me!
Didn't you have people who didn't believe you when you were first blogging? And then you got all these kids all over the world to take down Itex. What would have happened to Max, Nudge, and Angel if that had happened?
Your #1 Fan and fellow experiment,
Salem
P.S. I think you were kind of hard on Ari. Taz in an Eraser and he isn't so bad. He does smell a little bit though, but I think that's more because he's a baby.
P.S.S. Faxness rules!
I sent it quickly without even doing a spell check.
Then I waited. And waited. I drummed my fingers on the computer desk. And waited some more.
Come on, Fang! Hurry it up!
"Maybe, you should do something to pass the time," Kitten said from behind my chair. I sighed and shook my head. "Maybe we can go to the park down the street and kick the soccer ball around?" That was a strange request. I turned around and saw no one there. There was just the dark wooden furniture that had always been in the office. My brow furrowed in confusion.
She sounded like she was right behind me.
"Kitten?" I called.
"Yeah," Kitten asked walking into the computer room with a banana in her hand.
"Were you just-...?" I started to ask. Kitten chewed her banana noisily. "Never mind. Do you think Tarzan would even let us go to the park?" Kitten looked just as confused as I felt. Like I had just said something completely random.
"I dunno," she shrugged. "He's in Cat's room trying to talk to her right now." I was frustrated. I was mad. I pulled up another email and did a search on the photo that had gotten us in so much trouble the last time. The cat girl photo from the tabloids. I attached it to the email and sent it to Fang. If that wasn't enough proof than I didn't know what was.
One minute went by. Another minute went by.
I groaned frustrated.
Another minute.
"I can't take this anymore!" I said gripping my black hair. Kitten was standing right behind still chewing her banana.
"Get the soccer ball. We're going to the park," I said.
"How did you know I found a soccer ball?" Kitten said.
"Just take it and lets go. I'm going to go crazy cooped up in this house," I said. It was too nerve wracking sitting here watching our leaders fall apart and waiting for our lifeline, that probably wouldn't even return my message because they thought I was some crazy fan! On top of everything I was bored!
Bad things usually happened when I was bored. This was no exception.
Kitten went to the kids room and picked up the soccer ball. Meanwhile I remembered seeing a ski mask in the parent's room. Why did they have a ski mask? Who knew? Maybe they were robbers. Maybe they just liked to ski. Oh well, I was going to were it now. No way I was going to get my but photoshopped in the tabloids again.
Kitten bounded into the room with a beanie on her head.
I had my gloves, sweater, and ski mask.
"Let's go play some ball," I said dramatically. Kitten giggled and followed behind me. On our way down the hall we stopped by Cat's room. She was lying down in bed just staring at the ceiling. Tarzan was in the chair beside her reading one of the kids books in his oversized hands.
I swallowed hard and walked right by them. I was already doing my part to help Cat. Now I was just playing the waiting game. I deserved a little worry-free time.
Right?
Yeah. I did, I decided quickly. Kitten and I walked right by Eric.
"We're taking out the trash," I lied over my shoulder as we left. It was a lie misspent. There was a Battlestar Galactica marathon on. He didn't even spare me a passing glance. I shrugged.
Oh well. It was probably for the better. We went outside and made our way down to the park.
"I hate cats!" That was the first thing Layla woke up to. She blinked and looked up. How did it get so late? Oh. Right. The assassin. She jolted up to a sitting position. Jason was sitting on a nearby boulder. He glanced at her.
"Good. You're awake. Let's go kill that son of a bitch," Jason snarled. Layla shook her head and held it.
"Wait, what? You want to go after that psycho?" Layla said. Her eyes suddenly went wide. "Where's the stuff we got at the mall?"
"I will read you that snot's note he left us," Jason said. He walked over to where she was on the ground and offerred his hand to help her up. She took it gratefully and immediately they started to walk.
"Dear Erasers," Jason started. He looked to Layla. "That's us."
"I gathered that," Layla said with an appropriate amount of sarcasm.
"As you've probably already figured out, I am leaving to join the pride. That is once Cat is dead of course. After that justice is served I will take my rightful place in the pride and probably be their leader. I will deliver the pup Eraser to the School. I have taken the things you wrongfully purchased at the mall and returned them for money. The pride will need it.
I have also taken the van. So have a nice walk."
"He backstabbed us! That little prick!" Jason cried. Layla almost felt like crying.
"He returned all the stuff we bought at the mall?!" Layla cried outraged. She and Jason looked gazes. "We have to kill him," Layla said. Jason was mildly surprised that she had come to that conclusion without him having to do any convincing.
"How do we kill a super mutant with the power to get into someone's head and make them do whatever he wants?" Jason asked. He thought for a moment. Then he had a smug grin across his face.
"What? You know how to kill him?" Layla asked skeptically.
"No. I can do one better," Jason said. "What we are about to do is never to be spoken of again. Even if the whitecoats have a scapel to your throat. You understand?" Layla hesitated. Then she nodded vigorously.
"Good. Whatever I do, just follow my lead," Jason said. He transformed to his monstorous figure and started to sprint. Layla fell on all fours and sprinted after him, stumbling to keep up and continue her transformation at once.
Everything is going according to plan... Mwahahahaha!
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