Chapter Eleven
Warren hit the ground with a considerable amount of force. Rory stumbled out of his arms and stood leaning forward with her arms out in front of her to steady herself. Warren put his arm on her back.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Never…never again," Rory stuttered stumbling to her right again, "Never!" He ponytail was all over the place with a few pieces hanging down in her face. They had traveled with unimaginable speed across the country. Rory had kept her eyes tightly shut the entire flight.
"Are you going to be alright?" Warren asked her. Rory nodded and Warren started running at the fence. Rory could see Alcatraz from where they had landed. It was lit up and she could hear people yelling.
"Warren wait!" Rory yelled. Warren stopped and faced her. Rory ran over and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tightly returning the kiss.
This wasn't exactly what Rory had pictured as their first kiss but never the less it was perfect in everyway. She pulled back and stared into his eyes, "Be careful." He nodded and reluctantly let go of her and took off jumping the fence.
The fence divided the park in which they had landed with the Bay. The drop off from the fence was around thirty feet. Warren soared into the sky and all Rory could do was wait for him to come back.
There was a thud and Rory jumped. A man in a business suit had just fallen from the sky about ten feet from her. He scrambled to his feet. He was wearing a suit, had white hair and was balding slightly. He looked scared and unaware of his surroundings. His eyes fell on Rory and she was unsettlingly aware of the fact that he could see her tail and ears.
There was a slight thud as Warren landed next to her. She looked at him and instantly threw her arms around his neck. "Your okay," She whispered in his ear. He looked at her.
"Yeah, I am fine." Rory dropped her arms to her side and looked at the third person again. Warren followed her line of sight to see the man. "Rory, this is my dad."
"Hi," Rory said even though they were still about eight feet apart. The man surveyed Rory and took a few steps back. Rory looked at her feet feeling for the first time in years ashamed of whom she was. Even when Derek had tried to push her from the bridge she didn't feel as bad as when she saw this man's reaction.
"Dad," Warren said advancing to the man. They moved a few more feet from Rory and started talking in hushed voices. It seemed the man wanted Warren to go with him but Warren didn't want to follow.
Rory's tail flicked nervously. She looked around her self. Mutants knew this park for its hostility towards them. Many mutants had been jumped in this area and it wasn't a place that Rory wanted to linger. She saw a drunk stumble around a few feet from them. She wanted to leave and her breath was catching in her throat. She looked back a Warren, his back was too her.
"Hey pretty lady." She looked over startled at the drunk who was steadily getting closer to her. She looked back at Warren but he hadn't heard the man. Rory's breath was quickening. "Hey, you aren't a lady…you're a mutant."
Rory was staring to get scared. She could feel her nails grow to claws out of fear she was starting to shake. "Warren," She said but her voice was to quiet and he couldn't hear her.
She looked back at the man who was still stumbling towards her. From where Warren was standing there was no way he would have been able to see the man.
"You disgust me…you and all your kind." The man continued.
"Warren!" She said with more volume. Warren still couldn't hear her.
"Your sick," Rory looked at the man. He was reaching into his trench coat.
"WARREN!" Warren stopped talking and looked over at Rory. She was looking at something he couldn't see.
"There is gonna be one less of you if I can help it!" The man shouted. He drew a gun from his coat.
Rory screamed and turned around so her back was facing the man and there was a bang. She staggered forward a few feet and looked down at herself taking a few deep breaths. She looked at Warren putting her hand over her stomach. He was staring at her his eyes wide with fright and shock.
She stumbled again. She took her hand slowly away from her stomach and Warren could see it too. Blood.
