© Autumn Raine

A/N: Due to the fact School will be starting soon, Chapters will be coming out a bit slower. I'm very sorry. I had Mid-Terms all last week so I had a lot of time to write; now, I have school. x.x; And there's a bit of blood...actually..like, a really little disgusting part I was surprised I wrote. e.e; It's like, a paragraph so no need for the Rating Police. I've seen worse in PG-13 movies.

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...Silence is a Melody...






"My God..." Micheal looked pressed his face against the bars as well, hands holding tightly to the bars about his face; messy hair falling down over his eyes.

"Last time Ah was in here was fer Mr. Petrakis..." Alana said softly, bare hands clinging to the bars tightly. "...Ah don't wanna go, Kass and Mike...Ah dun wanna..." Sniffles followed, the emotionless Alana was breaking down.

"C'mon, Alana! Ve can do it! It'll be eazy, Ja?" Kass smiled with a bit of hope in her eyes, and patted Alana on the shoulder. "Look, itz be a bit dark, ya know? Just...Hide in ze shadows?"

"But what about you two?" Alana looked to her, and bit at her lip. She felt like she had dragged those two into this. They looked too young and innocent in their black spandex 'battle uniforms', that had pretty little colors and patterns about the suit; which, ironically, they would most likely die in. Well, them being young wasn't much of a difference for their ages; she was 16 and the other two were 14. Dispite that, she felt so responisible - and oh so guilty. "..Ah brought ya guys to this...this hell. An'...Ah jus' feel horrible..."

As the cage came to a hault in the center of the large battle feild who's cold steel metal floor eriely reflected a smudged image of the three in the cage. All three jerked about in the cage, and the roar of the crowd had increased. Chants and crys of, "Send 'em out!" filled the air in rythmatic tones and shouts. Hands waved in the air as they cried on the top of their lungs, young and old alike, screaming for the death of living creatures.

But, there the mutants were; behind their glass dome, wide eyed and dry mouthed as they watched their own be put in this Pit. To watch them have pain, suffer, bleed, cry, scream, and....die...They'd have to watch it all. What they saw was different than that of the "normal" humans. Humans saw justice, right, and above all - entertainment. But, behind those eyes of the Mutants and their hearts, it weighed on them as cruel punishment for being different; for being a, now growing, minority. They were in Godless territory now....

"Well folks. Let there be no more delay! Ah say, Let's get this started!!" The voice echoed from the speakers and, like clock work, the cage fell apart; baring the three teens in the middle of the seemingly endless plain of metal and machinery. Lights were about the walls, illuminating the ground and around them in small, yet painfully bright radiuses. Shadows loomed over various spaces, behind machinery, between the cracks. Above them, the dome above the "Pit" sealed a protective, net barrier; preventing harm from those causing the harm.

"Keep yer guards up, you two. Ya can't make this 1, 2, 3 and yer out! Put up a faight!" Alana nodded to the two, and dark, shimmering iris' became a cold dark black; slender arms began to rise at her sides as she levitated up a few feet in the air. Placing her hands into fists at her sides, eyes darted about her; her body swirving, yet elegantly, about in the air; prepared to fight. "Ah'm ready fer yer tricks!"

"Alana! OH-Nr.! Blick heraus!! Behind you!"(*) Kass screamed out, her voice loud and shrilled with fear. Thus, she lost it. Lost control of her powers. Fingertips rose with quick instinct, and ice sprung at the spinning blades of death that had been racing their way to Alana. The metal froze quickly over the blades, their weight slowing them down until they dropped motionlessly to the ground.

Alana turned around, spotting the frozen blades on the ground. Eyes looked to Kass, even if they were as black as night, they shimmered endlessly with hope and gratitude. A smile then placed on her thin lips, white hair flowwing about her slender face as she hovered about in the air. With a nod, she thanked Kass then 'flew' over to a machine. Hands were careful about opennings, and her image faded into the shadow on the otherside. Her body molded itself into the shadow, and revealed her presence by suddenly, making the electric ran machine spark and spit charcoal coloured smoke.

During this time, Mike had busied himself as well. Having molded a large bladed sicle from that pure sun energy he had been storing since they had been working that morning, been destroying objects that disrupted his path as well.

But Kass was timid in the Pit, the chaos of the flying objects and killer machines made her tremble inside and out with fear. Everyone was watching...waiting..for what?...for someone to get hurt...someone to die...Would it be her? What if it was? What if she were the one to get hurt? What if she died...what if...?


.."Ya know, I can't stand it anymore..." That British tone rung out, a fist hitting their palm. Dark eyes and hair upon those pale features shined as she moved herself closer to the window. Rubbing her hands together, she looked to the few humans that had wanted 'front row seats' right infront of them. A smirk pulled at her lips as she went to place a hand on the window.

"Black Angel! What are you doing!?" A voice hissed, blue eyes glaring at the girl.

"Sue...Shush. I'm only going to help. Perhaps, make a few think that they have to join in..Or this is wrong...depends on how I want them to feel..."...She snickered, then looked back to the window. Eyes caught glimpse of the slender, pale body fling out of the shadows, and sprawl on the cold metal floor below her. Strands of snow white covered over her face, fingertips scratching on the floor to get back on her feet wearily.

Gasps of shock and horror arose from the mutant crowd, and a loud cry came from Sue as she rushed to the glass. Hands hit the glass as she screamed, "No! Alana!" Darren came to Sue's side, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Dispite the fearful white and furious red that streaked his hair with his mixed emotions, he tried to comfort Sue as tears stained her cheeks.

"Sue, She'll be ok." He said softly near her ear, trying to make her hear him over the shouts and roars that grew from both crowds.

"No! She's going to give up, don't you understand!" Sue pushed him away, and tear-swelled eyes looked back to the white-haired girl sprawled on the ground feet infront of them; that plate of glass the only barrier from her and the Pit. A hand streaked down the glass, trembling lips uttering small and timid whimpers.

"Gah! This has gone far enough! These humans are going to have to pay for putting us through bloody hell!" Her English voice rang out again, and Black Angel pounded a fist on the window. Well, she was pissed; just like all of the mutants. But their Human relatives were screaming with sick, twisted pleasure and satisfaction; chants beginning like, "Kill the Girl" or "Die, Mutant! Die!"

Black wings began to appear on her back, and streched wide and outwards. Gritting her teeth, she had her arms and fisted hands at her side. Eyes and lids narrowed as she directed her gaze to the rowdy humans infront of her; black eyes focusing on one of the older ones. Lips began to move as she slowly worked her magic...

...."What do you mean go in there?" The boy looked up to his father, wide-eyed and innocent.

"You hear me, boy. We should help 'em. It's just not right." His father felt a bit of sympathy begin to pump out from his heart and through his blood.

The boy throught for a second, looked to the Pit, then back to his father. That small hand was placed in his fathers. "C'mon, daddy. Let's help!" The boy smiled, idolling, of course, his father. He was right, so he thought, and it was what he said. Daddy was a role-model, he could say no wrong.....But...was it really him saying those words...?...



"Ah say, Mister git away from the Pit..No..NO!" The father and son pushed through the crowd, and to the metal door which on the other side; was the Pit. Leading his son passed the door, he followed; closing it behind him.

The crowd's sound roared in gasps and shrieks of horror; few booed, few shrieked, and few fainted from why on Earth a normal family had entered.

"See, boy. We should help the girl. It's jus' the raight thang to do..." The father went to lead the boy towards Alana, who was struggling her way back up to her feet. Pale hands scraped along the metal floor as she lifted her body, and struggled to get to her knees. White hair poured down over her face, dark eyes searching through the streams of white for a shadow...someplace to hide...but, she wouldn't be the only one hiding...Kass...

"Miss..Miss..Need a hand?" The man called down to her, ducking his head as a light flickered near them; adrenaline pumping through his blood as he realized what these three were going through.

Alana looked to the man, and the blood rushed from her face; leaving her freckle dusted pale face even paler than a dusting of snow. She pushed away from him with her hands, abrubtly forcing herself against the metal walls of the Pit. Air excaped her lungs in a gasp and she struggled to get fresher air to her lips; unfortunatly the wall had knocked the air out of her unexpectedly.

The bright green eyes of the young boy at his father's side shimmered with fear as he looked to Alana; his little hand tightening it's firm grip on his father's large hand.

"Mister...Mister!" Sunspot began to call, running towards them with his molded sicle. The sharp blade struck at a near machine, ripping the wires and metal to shreds. He jerked the blade from the machine, and his voice went painfully silent as he went to shout to the man and his son; but he was all to slow.

The world seemed to have stood still as that dreadful blade spun from out of no where at a wreckless speed towards the father and son; fleshtearing blades hungry for blood and bone as they turned about their wheel. But they were satisfied, digging their way right through the boy's side and passed him; and it's sharp's spokes turned to regain it's way into a new set of flesh and bones - his father. The boy fell to the ground, blood pouring from his sides as there were now...two pieces of him. The father cried loudly, felling the blade embed it's tired self in his leg; inches from leaving him an amputee.

Shuttered breathing came from Alana as she just watched it, she was watching them die. Those poor humans. What were they doing in there? A hand went to her mouth as she slowly watched the man cry with pain as he fell painfully to the ground, hands and body covered in bright red blood. Blood seeped up his clothing, clinging to the light fibers and beading as it fell to the ground.

The crowd went eriely quiet, pale faces couldn't tear it's gaze from the horrific scene below. Stomachs turned and knotted, a different feeling then the one they recieved if a mutant had died. Tears began to silently streak their cheeks as they just watched one of their own die this time....

The Mutant crowd remained silent, and Black Angel took a step back from the window. Those about the glass backed away, few giving glances to the English girl who could control emotions. Black eyes looked to the few, and they quickly turned their heads; and went back to the show below.

...Am I the next to die..?...I didn't mean for this to happen...Her lips trembled as they pulled to a frown, black eyes darting about her...for the guards..for security...would they take her away? Why was it so silent?

The ring of silence screeched over all of the dome, the screams of the man now vacant.

Alana whinced, and eyes went to a dark black. Feet began to lift her off the ground, and soon, she was hovering feet off the ground. Blood painted her booted feet, it's dry crimson colour clinging to the warm purplish-black fabirc of the boots. Fingertips rose at her sides, swirving her body about to face the crowd behind her.

The crowd's eyes just followed her, enchanted by her swiftful and elegant motions as well as fearful in her ways. The Southern voice poured from her trembling lips and dry mouth, strands of white floating about her pale features as she spoke; "What? Have nothing to say, do ya'll?! Do ya'll?! God has taken one of yer own and all ya do is sit and stare! Well, soak it up an' take it in! That's what we do! That's what we do every'time one of us dies!" Emotions swept over her as she spoke, the expressions of the crowd below her turning into tears.

The speakers squeaked and fizzled with beeps and static. That announcer's voice returned, and the crowd's eyes diverted their gaze to the hanging speakers.

"Umm..well...We at the Farm want ta appologize fer the..um..Schedule'd slayin' of a ..err..Mutant Boy and Pa!" His voiced echoed over the lingering, still ringing silence that played it's looming song. "Yes! We didn't tell you, it's..part of our drama! These three teens....Mutant teens are the wonderful act'ers, huh?"

Whispers and muffled sounds came from the crowd as the glassed encased section gaped outwards.

"That's not the truth.." Gabby whispered.

"They weren't mutants...Just humans...I see them...They don't know what happened..The boy's crying..." She shunned her eyes with Gabby's furred hand.."..I don't want to see, Snow, for once...- I don't want to see..." The young Corpse, Kristina whispered.

...A sudden laughter came from the human populated crowd. Old men chuckled as little kids laughed with confused and hesitant giggles and smiles.

The three teens in the Pit glanced to one another, Sunspot's sicle dissapearing as Kass looked out of the small place she had been hiding in. Alana had landed back to her feet as the crowd had been listening to the speaker before. Boots trailed crimson blood over the ground, fading quickly as she went from boot to boot. Kass clung to Alana, both girls softly sniffling as they held one another. Mike looked upwards towards the high and distant cieling of the Pit, "It was God, I tell you...It was God.."



....A figure moved about the seats, weaving his way pass the guards and the laughing members of the crowd. Brown eyes shifted it's gaze to the metal glass about the confined mutant population, then back to the crowded path infront of him. Hands pushed few from his path, and he pushed his way out of a near door and into the vacant hallway outside. Shoes silently tapped from foot to foot in a hushed, yet flowwing pattern; his fingers going to removed his hat upon his heat. Furred brows narrowed as he looked to the openning auotmatic metal doors infront of him, the aged hair about his head moving with the wind that tossled in the breeze.

"It wasn't God, my Sunspot that helped you...It wasn't God..." His voice lingered about in the evening breeze on the Farm, the faint scent of neighboring peach farms about this Farm. But, the blood of the innocent ruined the feeling or the sweet necture that bounced in the air.


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(*) = Look out!
Once again, My German sucks. I dropped it in school, oops; made German Uncle mad. Oh well. Blame SmarterChild again! !


A/N: Yar. No new Charries really. I have so many! I have to squeeze 'em in. Next chapter, expect in a few days as well as like, 3 or 4 new charries. I might have to kill one off e_e; Sorry!

Any who R+R, make me feel loved! :D! Oh, and are you getting some suttle hints, my friends about stuff? I have been dropping a few, but ::shrug::..If you don't notice it, then I suck at writting. x.x;