Demons With Wings

Gwen's P.O.V.

The girl threw the phone down and crunched it under her boot. She was far past sixteen, as were most in this stupid group. They all wore dark clothing. Their eyes gleamed red and black or dark brown hair made up true characteristics. I also noticed that they were abnormally pale. There were four of the beasts. They seemed to be teens, on steroids. The girl glanced at me and smiled wirily.

"Can't you put up a fair fight?" I asked. Three boys held us down.

"You don't fight fair," the girl shot back. I bared my teeth and glared at her.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" I asked. She bent down to my level, which was a face full of dirt, and laughed.

"My name is Night, young Gwen. These are my men," she gestured to the boys holding us down and began to introduce them, "Phantom, Ghost, and Gloom."

"All depressed emos, sounds like to me!" Kale chucked. One pulled a knife.

"Wouldn't it feel so much better to stab yourself with that?" Kale continued.

"Can we kill?" Another almost begged.

"Hmm? Kill, hmm? No, Master wants them alive, but I guess we could beat the life out of them in advance, hmm? As long as there's still a heart beat," Night pondered. That hmm thing of hers was annoying!

"Let me see HMM?! I'm gonna rip your hide off your bones and roll it around in the cinders of heck, then put you back in it and deprive you of water! Then I'll beat you with a stick like I'm dusting a rug!" I screamed as I thrust myself to my feet, knocking her men to their butts.

"Yah! Then I'm gonna pin you to the ground and repeatedly flash a flashlight in your eyes, causing your pupils to grow and shrink quickly! And I'll laugh!" Kale tried pathetically as he jumped up and tackled the lady. They fell to the ground with a thud and he pulled a mini flashlight out of his pocket and did just as he said. The thing that scared me the most was when Night began hissing and foaming at the mouth.

"The light! Get it away! No!" She wailed. That's when the oldest of the boys ran forward and slammed into Kale, sending him off Night.

"Secure it Phantom!" Night ordered.

One of the two left swung a powerful punch. I ducked just in time to miss.

"You stupid things…what are you!" I shouted as I kicked one.

"Dark Angels!" One answered.

"Demons with wings is more like it!" I frowned.

"Gloom! Beat her against the tree and break one of her limbs!" Night barked. No!

"Yes!" The one I guessed was Gloom replied as he latched to my shoulder. The mutant towered above me and its muscles flexed as it heaved me into the air and threw me. Sadly, I hit the tree and all the air left my lungs. I withered to the ground in agony. I had no time to catch my breath before it had me in a choke hold and did as Night said. I counted. Yes, thirteen times. I finally got the strength and freedom to bring my foot up, right into the place where the sun don't shine. He let go and faded back. I brought an elbow down on his bent over back. He was down! I guess Ghost decided to get in on the action. I bolted forward, using Gloom's back as a spring board. I was launched upward and and I spread my wings, wincing from the pain, and flapped furiously.

"She wears feathers of black, Night!" Phantom pointed out.

"Yes, she most certainly does!" Night gawked in awe.

"Get some!" I cried as I swooped down and forced my feet under me. I missed because Ghost actually ducked. He grabbed my foot and yanked me down.

These creatures are intelligent, nothing like the Erasers. They actually got fighting tactics.

Ghost threw me to the ground. My shoulder blades hit first, sending sharp pangs all up my neck. I lifted my arms over my face to defend the blow coming from his heavy foot. It didn't work well. I laid there hurt and in agony. That's when I heard Kale's fighting call.

"Get off her!" He bellowed. My heart jumped in relief as Ghost fell to my side and I was pulled up. My eyes met Kale's in an awkward moment.

"How can two week children defeat us?! To your feet! We must get them under control!" Night ordered, again.

"Go!" Kale whispered. He paused before he shoved me behind him to guard me with every ounce of power he had. The four surrounded us. Kale kept one hand on me, and the other out ahead-ready to punch. That's when we heard the blades cut through the air and the wind picked up.

"That's Master!" Night breathed.

"Don't take your eyes of them! They'll run!" She assured. I sighed as the machine landed.

Jeb stepped out and motioned the four to heel. They passed him with heads bowed and fell to their knees behind him. This was their master? Ha! I crossed my arms and glared forward.

"How's it going, Jeb?" I asked while I rolled my eyes.

"Meet my new, and improved winged experiments," he pointed behind him.

"Do they not have a brain of their own, or they just your dogs…like every other being locked behind bars in that retched place. We burned you down once, Jeb, I'll do it again," I said coldly.

"Yes, sure. But until this so called day arrives I'll be the ruler here. And my first request to you is that you lay down and roll over," he smiled and seemed to laugh inside.

"I'm not a dog, I won't roll over. I was given wings to fly free, it was your flaw Jeb, get with it!" I shouted sternly. Kale shrunk behind me, like usual.

"We won't obey Jeb, we won't stop until our skull is filled with lead and wings are torn from our backs! You can't seem to lose that much. Right now, I'm in charge…I'm using you. Get it?" I growled.

"And we are ruling with an iron fist, when it comes down the ground shakes, just like you are in your own shoes now," Kale added. It was true, every last word.

"So, either raise a gun or go home," I taunted. He chewed it over.

"Exterminate," I heard him whisper to Night. I jumped a little. The four stood and pulled guns that were strapped to their legs.

"Run!" I screamed as loud as I could. I shoved Kale and we took off, through an open field. Lead followed close behind, and so did the footsteps of the enemy.

"What are we going to do?!" Kale questioned out of breath.

"Take to our element, it's the only thing we have left!" I panted. His wings unfolded and he stroked them down in a fast rhythm.

"Give me your hand!" He cried.

"I'll only slow you down!" I tried.

"I'm not gonna leave you, this isn't a cliche movie, Gwen!" He growled as he grabbed my arm and hoisted me up. I spread my wings, the pain of a thousand knives stabbing into me came back. I bit my lip, set my sight forward, and tried to fly straight.

I heard the gunshots snap, pop, and bang behind us. So far we hadn't been hit. I was lucky. We were out of reach, but the mutants soon followed with their dark wings copying ours.

"They're gaining!" I panicked.

"I know," Kale grunted as he shifted. I saw red drip from his shirt.

"Kale!" I breathed as my hands flew to his side. It was bad.

"Just a nick, I'll be fine," he dismissed it. I could tell by the way he was holding his breath that it defiantly wasn't ok. The Dark Angels were gaining and Kale was falling behind. Terrible visions flashed through my mind.

We could die!

I felt sick, I was worried.

"Don't let go of me! Do you hear?! Don't let go of my hand and everything will be fine!" It was the same thing I said years ago, but so far it had been true. His eyes gleamed a bit before they glazed over and all the color flushed from his face. I reached out in front of me, hoping the hand of mercy would latch on and pull me to safety.

Hoping…

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