Chapter Ten: Dash
(Julio)
The brunette looked up at me, stunned, but began to climb the ladder at the next Myrmidon boom that sounded in the sewers. The blond turned back, following her. Dan began to run, taking the lead. Two trackers climbed up the ladder, but I threw my one knife down, killing the one and sending it toppling it into the other.
"RUN!" I pushed the girl along, as she stared down at the two fallen trackers, catching her breath. The blond rushed after Dan, and my heart pounded as I took up the rear.
"GO, DAN!" I screamed. I spun around, watching the last tracker scuttle up the ladder. Behind that tracker, a boom echoed as the first Myrmidon climbed up. "WE'RE BEING FOLLOWD! FASTER, DAMN IT!"
I held my knife tightly, keeping it pointed down to keep from stabbing anyone, but I was ready to stab creatures. Heavy footsteps echoed along the catwalk, but by now, my heart pounded in a full out sprint. I felt my calves aching, but I spun into the less used tunnel, where the walks became narrow. One person could walk these now. I felt the walk shake underneath us. I looked back quickly to see a Myrmidon had pierced upwards into the catwalk, barely missing my ankle. Dear god, I was not dying or heading to the meat factory today. Ten years of this crap, and today was NOT the day.
"DAN!" The line slowed, and I slammed into the girl. Dan threw the boy into our blocked sewers. I let the girl go in front of me, but rushed in before Dan, jumping down into the water, rushing break neck towards the weapons box. I picked up some dynamite, heading back towards the catwalk. I planted the dynamite at the entrance as Dan raced the girl and boy towards the sub. I could see the Myrmidon and tracker coming down the catwalk. I strung the dynamite, lighting the fuse. I turned and bolted over the catwalk, hitting the water, running towards the sub.
An explosion erupted through the sewer as the tunnel collapsed where I placed the dynamite. Heat seared at my back, and I jumped into the sub as Dan slammed the door. I panted, wiping my brow, falling down along the side.
"Too close," I coughed up saliva with a little blood.
"Damn right," Dan steered the sub underwater, away from the danger. "We'll need another entrance, too."
I laughed. "That's the least of our problems," I stared up at the Mexican girl, dark brown eyes matching thick, dark hair. The blond boy's bright blue eyes were slightly glazed, and he wiped the sweat off his brow, shock fading in his eyes a little.
"Thanks," he muttered. "You just risked your freaking lives for us."
"Yeah, don't mention it. At least I finally saved someone," Dan's face glowed with pride. "So, who did I have the pleasure of helping out?"
"Stelo," the blond boy extended his hand to me. "You're possibly the oldest people I've ever seen. You're about...twenty?"
"Twenty-two and seventeen, and you are?" I looked up at the boy.
"Twelve, and Liza is thirteen," the Mexican girl nodded.
"Liza?" I extended a hand towards the girl. She nodded, shaking my hand, meeting my eyes. "I'm Julio, and this is Dan."
"Pleased," she said, her voice deep, for a woman, and strong. She stared over at Stelo. "Where are we going?"
"An underwater lab. It's quite a secret," Dan docked the sub. The door lifted, and I grabbed half of our supplies, hauling them in. "Take some and come on in." Dan gestured the two into our lab. He seemed generally pleased to save them, face beaming with anticipation and happiness.
"Deyana," I walked into the lab. Deyana stood over the winger. She stared up, tweezers holding a spleen. The body had been drained of the icor already. Theresa lay on the table, unable to see what Deyana was doing. "We've got guest."
(Liza)
I had never seen a place like this before. The small hallways scared me, reminding me of the little dormitory hallway, but it smelled different. It smelled clean, and there were no creatures around. Stelo walked ahead of me, and the old man, Dan, followed behind. I held a sack over my shoulder, walking down the metal hallways.
"Deyana, this is Stelo and Liza. We saved them," the Indian man, Julio, spoke to someone. I ran into Stelo. He stopped walking, gasping at something in front of him. Light streamed over his shoulders, but I couldn't see what he was doing.
"Oh my god," Stelo whispered. I pushed at him, but I couldn't move him. Then, I felt a shove from behind me. Dan pushed both of us through the doorway, and I stared around at a vision that plagued my nightmares.
A woman, older than the others, stood over a table where a dead winger lay. It was in pieces, being dissected by the woman. The corners and parts of the room were dark, but the three bright lights revealed one wall clearly nearest to the table. Bottles of blue blood and canned body parts sat on shelves along with red, human blood. On a table, almost out of the light, lay a living winger!
"Oh," I whispered, feeling my legs go weak. These were our saviors? Anything seemed better than the meat factory, until I saw this. Oh, this must be what it looks like, inside, where they make the creatures at the meat factory.
"What is this place!" Stelo shouted. "Who the hell are you people!"
"I'm Deyana," the woman answered, walking over to us. I looked back at the doorway, blocked by Dan.
"Don't worry, she scares me, too," Dan snorted, smirking at Deyana. "This is Deyana's mad scientist lab, where she's trying to play savior of the world."
"Savior of the world? Dan, unless you've got a plan, shut up," the woman glared at the huge man. "How did you escape?"
"I smuggled a fork from lunch, and then, I used it, along with a lot of bent paper clips, to take out my tracer," Stelo replied. It felt terrible to swallow, sweat sliding down my back, causing a small tingle, and then a shiver. "Then, I took out Liza's."
"I..." I swallowed. The blood, oh there was so much blood. The blankets didn't do anything to stop it. Stelo's wrist stained the floor, and mine was worse, causing blood to spray on the walls, cover the sheets, and blanket my memories.
"Are you okay?" The Indian man stared into my eyes, a frown on his lips. My knees shook, but I nodded.
"Sit down," Deyana pulled up a chair beside the living winger. My breath went short, and I stared at the chair.
"She's afraid of your monster, Deyana," Dan's words were thick. I couldn't take my eyes off the chair.
"Liza, Stelo, this is Theresa," Deyana pointed towards the winger. I still watched the chair, knees knocking. "I've found away to resurrect the human memories that the overlords suppressed when they transferred the human minds to creature bodies. Theresa is perfectly harmless, so sit down."
"Don't have to. Personally, that thing could take out off my limbs, still," Dan drawled. An angry double image of Deyana walked toward me. One of my right, one on my left, she spoke harshly to Dan. I didn't hear the words. Dan yelled back, but I heard ten voices.
"Are you okay?" A soft voice echoed in my ear. The room was gray, spinning in a kaleidoscope of gray circles, looping around one another, twisting into some strange nightmare.
My legs gave, and I landed on ice. Oh, the ice, it was cold.
Okay, this story has been a while, but I'd appreciate reviews. Sorry to keep you waiting, but this is very challenging to write, along with Interim Battles, both that are proving time consuming. Also, debates and finals fill my time. Anyway, thanks for reading/reviewing/always MorganRay.
(Julio)
The brunette looked up at me, stunned, but began to climb the ladder at the next Myrmidon boom that sounded in the sewers. The blond turned back, following her. Dan began to run, taking the lead. Two trackers climbed up the ladder, but I threw my one knife down, killing the one and sending it toppling it into the other.
"RUN!" I pushed the girl along, as she stared down at the two fallen trackers, catching her breath. The blond rushed after Dan, and my heart pounded as I took up the rear.
"GO, DAN!" I screamed. I spun around, watching the last tracker scuttle up the ladder. Behind that tracker, a boom echoed as the first Myrmidon climbed up. "WE'RE BEING FOLLOWD! FASTER, DAMN IT!"
I held my knife tightly, keeping it pointed down to keep from stabbing anyone, but I was ready to stab creatures. Heavy footsteps echoed along the catwalk, but by now, my heart pounded in a full out sprint. I felt my calves aching, but I spun into the less used tunnel, where the walks became narrow. One person could walk these now. I felt the walk shake underneath us. I looked back quickly to see a Myrmidon had pierced upwards into the catwalk, barely missing my ankle. Dear god, I was not dying or heading to the meat factory today. Ten years of this crap, and today was NOT the day.
"DAN!" The line slowed, and I slammed into the girl. Dan threw the boy into our blocked sewers. I let the girl go in front of me, but rushed in before Dan, jumping down into the water, rushing break neck towards the weapons box. I picked up some dynamite, heading back towards the catwalk. I planted the dynamite at the entrance as Dan raced the girl and boy towards the sub. I could see the Myrmidon and tracker coming down the catwalk. I strung the dynamite, lighting the fuse. I turned and bolted over the catwalk, hitting the water, running towards the sub.
An explosion erupted through the sewer as the tunnel collapsed where I placed the dynamite. Heat seared at my back, and I jumped into the sub as Dan slammed the door. I panted, wiping my brow, falling down along the side.
"Too close," I coughed up saliva with a little blood.
"Damn right," Dan steered the sub underwater, away from the danger. "We'll need another entrance, too."
I laughed. "That's the least of our problems," I stared up at the Mexican girl, dark brown eyes matching thick, dark hair. The blond boy's bright blue eyes were slightly glazed, and he wiped the sweat off his brow, shock fading in his eyes a little.
"Thanks," he muttered. "You just risked your freaking lives for us."
"Yeah, don't mention it. At least I finally saved someone," Dan's face glowed with pride. "So, who did I have the pleasure of helping out?"
"Stelo," the blond boy extended his hand to me. "You're possibly the oldest people I've ever seen. You're about...twenty?"
"Twenty-two and seventeen, and you are?" I looked up at the boy.
"Twelve, and Liza is thirteen," the Mexican girl nodded.
"Liza?" I extended a hand towards the girl. She nodded, shaking my hand, meeting my eyes. "I'm Julio, and this is Dan."
"Pleased," she said, her voice deep, for a woman, and strong. She stared over at Stelo. "Where are we going?"
"An underwater lab. It's quite a secret," Dan docked the sub. The door lifted, and I grabbed half of our supplies, hauling them in. "Take some and come on in." Dan gestured the two into our lab. He seemed generally pleased to save them, face beaming with anticipation and happiness.
"Deyana," I walked into the lab. Deyana stood over the winger. She stared up, tweezers holding a spleen. The body had been drained of the icor already. Theresa lay on the table, unable to see what Deyana was doing. "We've got guest."
(Liza)
I had never seen a place like this before. The small hallways scared me, reminding me of the little dormitory hallway, but it smelled different. It smelled clean, and there were no creatures around. Stelo walked ahead of me, and the old man, Dan, followed behind. I held a sack over my shoulder, walking down the metal hallways.
"Deyana, this is Stelo and Liza. We saved them," the Indian man, Julio, spoke to someone. I ran into Stelo. He stopped walking, gasping at something in front of him. Light streamed over his shoulders, but I couldn't see what he was doing.
"Oh my god," Stelo whispered. I pushed at him, but I couldn't move him. Then, I felt a shove from behind me. Dan pushed both of us through the doorway, and I stared around at a vision that plagued my nightmares.
A woman, older than the others, stood over a table where a dead winger lay. It was in pieces, being dissected by the woman. The corners and parts of the room were dark, but the three bright lights revealed one wall clearly nearest to the table. Bottles of blue blood and canned body parts sat on shelves along with red, human blood. On a table, almost out of the light, lay a living winger!
"Oh," I whispered, feeling my legs go weak. These were our saviors? Anything seemed better than the meat factory, until I saw this. Oh, this must be what it looks like, inside, where they make the creatures at the meat factory.
"What is this place!" Stelo shouted. "Who the hell are you people!"
"I'm Deyana," the woman answered, walking over to us. I looked back at the doorway, blocked by Dan.
"Don't worry, she scares me, too," Dan snorted, smirking at Deyana. "This is Deyana's mad scientist lab, where she's trying to play savior of the world."
"Savior of the world? Dan, unless you've got a plan, shut up," the woman glared at the huge man. "How did you escape?"
"I smuggled a fork from lunch, and then, I used it, along with a lot of bent paper clips, to take out my tracer," Stelo replied. It felt terrible to swallow, sweat sliding down my back, causing a small tingle, and then a shiver. "Then, I took out Liza's."
"I..." I swallowed. The blood, oh there was so much blood. The blankets didn't do anything to stop it. Stelo's wrist stained the floor, and mine was worse, causing blood to spray on the walls, cover the sheets, and blanket my memories.
"Are you okay?" The Indian man stared into my eyes, a frown on his lips. My knees shook, but I nodded.
"Sit down," Deyana pulled up a chair beside the living winger. My breath went short, and I stared at the chair.
"She's afraid of your monster, Deyana," Dan's words were thick. I couldn't take my eyes off the chair.
"Liza, Stelo, this is Theresa," Deyana pointed towards the winger. I still watched the chair, knees knocking. "I've found away to resurrect the human memories that the overlords suppressed when they transferred the human minds to creature bodies. Theresa is perfectly harmless, so sit down."
"Don't have to. Personally, that thing could take out off my limbs, still," Dan drawled. An angry double image of Deyana walked toward me. One of my right, one on my left, she spoke harshly to Dan. I didn't hear the words. Dan yelled back, but I heard ten voices.
"Are you okay?" A soft voice echoed in my ear. The room was gray, spinning in a kaleidoscope of gray circles, looping around one another, twisting into some strange nightmare.
My legs gave, and I landed on ice. Oh, the ice, it was cold.
Okay, this story has been a while, but I'd appreciate reviews. Sorry to keep you waiting, but this is very challenging to write, along with Interim Battles, both that are proving time consuming. Also, debates and finals fill my time. Anyway, thanks for reading/reviewing/always MorganRay.