Chapter Seven
Danni walked into the kitchen and ignored the questioning looks of Max, Fang, and the Gasman.
Angel was standing in front of the door that led outside.
"Angel, could you please move?" Danni asked. Her voice was soft, defeated.
Genetic engineering was real. The six kids that broke into her house were born genetically engineered. It was a big bombshell to have drop on her shoulders.
"I think maybe you shouldn't go," Angel moved out of the way still, "But if you must go out I can't stop you."
Danni frowned, confused but opened the door anyway. "Thanks."
Fang walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. Max followed.
In the bedroom Iggy just sat there staring at the closet door that was in front of him.
Fang and Max knelt to either side of him.
Fang shook his shoulder, "Hey, Iggy, are you alright?"
Iggy didn't respond.
Max wondered what happened, but didn't push. If Iggy needed time before talking fine he would have time. If he never talked Danni would pay for hurting him.
---Outside---
Danni sat on the bench. She was shocked.
It seems to be going around.
Danni knew that this didn't change what she felt for Iggy. What it changed was everything else.
Before she could think any farther she felt eyes on her. Someone was watching her. She looked up. A part-dog and part-human creature walked out from behind a bush. Two more followed him. More genetic beings?
She stood and started backing up slowly for the house. They leapt. As soon as the first foot was off the ground she had turned for the door.
Something grabbed her shoulder and she screamed. It wasn't a horror movie scream it was a glass-shattering scream. A hand hit her head to shut her up.
One of the beings picked her up and started to carry her away from her house. A man, completely human looking, stepped out of the bush with a needle in one hand.
Shit, she thought. Fear gripped onto her and wasn't going to let go for another fifty or so years. She struggled to get out of the creatures grip but it just tightened.
The needle inched closer and closer. It felt like an eternity before it finally slipped into her neck. The pain was sharp and small, contained and neat.
In mere seconds a heavy cloud of drowsiness filled Danni. She struggled with her eyelids to stay open, but they refused to obey and closed upon themselves. The last coherent noise she heard was the shattering of glass.
---Later That Day---
"Sir, we got the girl and the boy," reported a receptionist via intercom.
"What about the others," he asked.
There was a moment's hesitation, "They got away, Mr. Jensen."
Mr. Jensen smiled and pushed a little button to disconnect the receptionist. The other birdies would get caught soon enough. If they were truly lucky the kids would be stupid enough to try and save one of their own again.
As president of what they called the School Mr. Jensen was the one who ordered who he wanted and if they should be brought in alive or dead.
He wanted the boy and girl very very alive. He was 5'8 and had a beer gut, but he was trained as a spy for the CIA. He was good on stealth missions. He was the one who first saw her. He was the one who came up with an idea to let this be an opportunity in their favor.
Indeed this experiment was going to pay off. More funding would be supplied to this research. Break through discoveries would be discovered. The perfect human weapon would be made and he would get all the glory for being the president.
All the glory and no work now that doesn't sound fair. He didn't care. He never did.
AN: Thanks to everyone who revewied I apperciate the comments. Also constructive critisim is cool with me, but please no flames.
Kool-Wolf- Thanks! And if you go to the website's fourm you'llfind a lot of people who like the book (the URL is in the back of the book). About the chapter length I know that they are kind of short but it's just the way I like to write, keep them short so people don't want to stop reading half way through the chapter. And I hope you keep reading to see if what you think is going to happen will happen.