Piece of crap computer! I had written this chapter and uploaded a different one! Sorry about that!
Flying was something that Number 3 couldn't explain; it was exhilarating, frightening, wonderful and so many more words that she could not explain. As she cut through the air, her senses were sharpened. She sighed as she felt the warm air whipped through her new wings, gentle breezes massage her face, and the slight snapping sound of her wings floating over the air filled her ears. It was so beautiful because she was flying!
She glanced over at Number 4 whose wicked black wings cut through the air like a scythe. He was on his back, trying things that she herself was too frightened to do. He looked over at her and smiled and all she could so was smiled back.
They landed onto a balcony made of marble, far away from where they had taken off. Number 3 blushed as her wings rested back against her back and then disappeared as if they had never been there before. She watched as Number 4 did the same, his pointed wings folding against his back and then also disappearing into the air. The black feathers floating into the air were the only testament that they had ever been there.
He smiled at her and took her hand. "We have arrived."
"What are we doing here?" Number 3 asked her voice light.
"We have to go and get prepared." He told her, glancing through the foliage that surrounded the door that opened the balcony. "You will like it here! But we must hurry and prepare."
"For what?"
Again, he smiled at her. "You shall see." He extended his arm, bent it at the elbow, and watched as she hooked her own around his. "Come. Let us go and prepare for what is ahead of us." And she was led away into the house.
The sight of the explosion was blocked off by police tape and machines that were being used to move the debris. They easily evaded through it all, making their way down to the very sight of the explosion. During the explosion a large crater was created, everything to the side of it was destroyed.
"Do you really think we'll find anything?" Number 5 asked as she picked up a piece of wood, only to have it disintegrate under her fingers.
Large pieces of wood and metal were charred and blackened from the flames of the explosion. A light wind began to blow, lifting up small pieces of ash and soot, causing them to be airborne. Number 1 sighed as he began to pick through the rubble. "I hope we can find at least something." He said coughing as dust filled his lungs.
"I'm with ya but this is going to take a while." The capped girl said as she began moving thing out of the way.
After a couple hours of moving and sorting through the burnt debris, Number 5 had found something. It wasn't much, just a charred and half melted syringe but still, it was something. She held it out in her palm for Number 1 too have a look at it. "I found it underneath this board." She said, pointing her foot at the offending board.
Number 1 took it in his hand, eyes scanning the syringe. "We should take it to get it scanned by Number 2."
"Don't let it prick you. Wrap it up in something." Number 5 said, going back to searching through the rubble. After wrapping the syringe up in a cloth, Number 1 joined her.
The mirror in front of her projected her image, causing her to look on in excitement. She was wearing a dress, one that was made for a princess. Deep forest green ruffles of taffeta fell from her waist and down onto the floor. A pink ribbon was wrapped around her waist and tied into a bow in the back. Thin straps kept up the bodice, a rosette of pink attached to the beginning of the straps.
A knock on the door caused her to break her reverie. A few second after, Number 4 walked through the door, still dressed in the black gauze he had worn earlier. He smiled at her as he placed her old clothing on a nearby chair. "Do you like your dress?" He asked, smiling.
"I love it!" She told him, picking up the ruffles of her dress to place her feet into matching heeled slippers with pink rosettes on the top. "You are too kind to me."
"No. I'm just glad that you like them. We must go yet again though. It is almost time and we cannot wait."
"For what?" She asked, dropping the ruffles of her dress and smoothing down the fabric. "Where are we going?"
He smiled at her, genuine. "You shall see." He held his hand out to her, which she held with her own. Together they walked out of the room.
"I found something!" Number 1 yelled through the air over to Number 5, who was a little way away. "Check this out!" In his hands was a computer, slightly melted on some sides and the screen brown from the flames that had licked it. A keyboard dangled down from melted cords, hitting against his leg.
Number 5 chuckled at his excitement. "Where did you find that?"
"Underneath all this crap!" Number 1 said. "Let's take it back to Number 2. I'm pretty sure he can do something with it."
Number 2 studied the computer in front of him through stilted eyes. Besides being a little melted in some spots and the screen forever dyed brown from the smoke, it could still be alright. He picked it up in his hands to study the bottom. "And you found this is the rubble?" He asked his comrades, who watched him as he overlooked the computer.
"Yep!" Number 5 said, taking a seat in one of the cushioned chairs. "Found it under some beams. Is it still usable?"
"I don't see why not." Number 2 admitted as he set the computer down gently onto the counter.
"Then hook it up. We can check all the files and folders for something to help us." Number 1 said, taking a seat next to Number 5. He gripped her hand in his own and smiled at her when she looked questioningly over at her.
Doing as he was commanded, Number 2 plugged the cords into the wall. He then looked questioningly over at Number 1, his finger an inch from turning the computer on. Number 1 nodded his approval. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the button. The computer made whining noises as it booted up. Soon the main program was on when suddenly a popup window flew onto the screen.
The three of them watched with wide eyes as a figure made its way onto the screen. A deep voice chuckled through the speakers attached to the computer as the figure greeted them. "Hello children." It said. "Took you long enough to find this."
Flying was something that Number 3 couldn't explain; it was exhilarating, frightening, wonderful and so many more words that she could not explain. As she cut through the air, her senses were sharpened. She sighed as she felt the warm air whipped through her new wings, gentle breezes massage her face, and the slight snapping sound of her wings floating over the air filled her ears. It was so beautiful because she was flying!
She glanced over at Number 4 whose wicked black wings cut through the air like a scythe. He was on his back, trying things that she herself was too frightened to do. He looked over at her and smiled and all she could so was smiled back.
They landed onto a balcony made of marble, far away from where they had taken off. Number 3 blushed as her wings rested back against her back and then disappeared as if they had never been there before. She watched as Number 4 did the same, his pointed wings folding against his back and then also disappearing into the air. The black feathers floating into the air were the only testament that they had ever been there.
He smiled at her and took her hand. "We have arrived."
"What are we doing here?" Number 3 asked her voice light.
"We have to go and get prepared." He told her, glancing through the foliage that surrounded the door that opened the balcony. "You will like it here! But we must hurry and prepare."
"For what?"
Again, he smiled at her. "You shall see." He extended his arm, bent it at the elbow, and watched as she hooked her own around his. "Come. Let us go and prepare for what is ahead of us." And she was led away into the house.
The sight of the explosion was blocked off by police tape and machines that were being used to move the debris. They easily evaded through it all, making their way down to the very sight of the explosion. During the explosion a large crater was created, everything to the side of it was destroyed.
"Do you really think we'll find anything?" Number 5 asked as she picked up a piece of wood, only to have it disintegrate under her fingers.
Large pieces of wood and metal were charred and blackened from the flames of the explosion. A light wind began to blow, lifting up small pieces of ash and soot, causing them to be airborne. Number 1 sighed as he began to pick through the rubble. "I hope we can find at least something." He said coughing as dust filled his lungs.
"I'm with ya but this is going to take a while." The capped girl said as she began moving thing out of the way.
After a couple hours of moving and sorting through the burnt debris, Number 5 had found something. It wasn't much, just a charred and half melted syringe but still, it was something. She held it out in her palm for Number 1 too have a look at it. "I found it underneath this board." She said, pointing her foot at the offending board.
Number 1 took it in his hand, eyes scanning the syringe. "We should take it to get it scanned by Number 2."
"Don't let it prick you. Wrap it up in something." Number 5 said, going back to searching through the rubble. After wrapping the syringe up in a cloth, Number 1 joined her.
The mirror in front of her projected her image, causing her to look on in excitement. She was wearing a dress, one that was made for a princess. Deep forest green ruffles of taffeta fell from her waist and down onto the floor. A pink ribbon was wrapped around her waist and tied into a bow in the back. Thin straps kept up the bodice, a rosette of pink attached to the beginning of the straps.
A knock on the door caused her to break her reverie. A few second after, Number 4 walked through the door, still dressed in the black gauze he had worn earlier. He smiled at her as he placed her old clothing on a nearby chair. "Do you like your dress?" He asked, smiling.
"I love it!" She told him, picking up the ruffles of her dress to place her feet into matching heeled slippers with pink rosettes on the top. "You are too kind to me."
"No. I'm just glad that you like them. We must go yet again though. It is almost time and we cannot wait."
"For what?" She asked, dropping the ruffles of her dress and smoothing down the fabric. "Where are we going?"
He smiled at her, genuine. "You shall see." He held his hand out to her, which she held with her own. Together they walked out of the room.
"I found something!" Number 1 yelled through the air over to Number 5, who was a little way away. "Check this out!" In his hands was a computer, slightly melted on some sides and the screen brown from the flames that had licked it. A keyboard dangled down from melted cords, hitting against his leg.
Number 5 chuckled at his excitement. "Where did you find that?"
"Underneath all this crap!" Number 1 said. "Let's take it back to Number 2. I'm pretty sure he can do something with it."
Number 2 studied the computer in front of him through stilted eyes. Besides being a little melted in some spots and the screen forever dyed brown from the smoke, it could still be alright. He picked it up in his hands to study the bottom. "And you found this is the rubble?" He asked his comrades, who watched him as he overlooked the computer.
"Yep!" Number 5 said, taking a seat in one of the cushioned chairs. "Found it under some beams. Is it still usable?"
"I don't see why not." Number 2 admitted as he set the computer down gently onto the counter.
"Then hook it up. We can check all the files and folders for something to help us." Number 1 said, taking a seat next to Number 5. He gripped her hand in his own and smiled at her when she looked questioningly over at her.
Doing as he was commanded, Number 2 plugged the cords into the wall. He then looked questioningly over at Number 1, his finger an inch from turning the computer on. Number 1 nodded his approval. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the button. The computer made whining noises as it booted up. Soon the main program was on when suddenly a popup window flew onto the screen.
The three of them watched with wide eyes as a figure made its way onto the screen. A deep voice chuckled through the speakers attached to the computer as the figure greeted them. "Hello children." It said. "Took you long enough to find this."
