C.H.A.P.T.E.R.F.O.U.R.

My brain had fizzled out by now, and was all a flutter like a butterfly. What was going on was beyond me. It seemed as though I had been tricked by an old friend- No, friend isn't the right word... An old fag from the school. And I must say, he looked as dazzling as ever with his scruffy and spiky orange hair, chartreuse yellow eyes and scarred mug. Whilst wearing the latest fashion of a t-shirt, with what looked like blood stains, tatty khaki cargo pants, and combat boots. His only friends, Viktor and Clarke, as he calls them. He must lead a sad life, considering he's actually decided to name his bulky combat boots. No one would ever think he was only four years old...

"Hello beautiful." I said mockingly, managing to still smirk up to him, even though I had a deceiving, unworthy of any nice thing Ace kneeling on my back. Jet laughed sinfully again, spitting in my face a little bit.

"Where's Iza?" Ace tuned in. I flicked my eyes back to him with my ear rested on the ground, he had a bold, and somewhat courageous look on his pale face, while his fist was gripped and his arm was stiffening into my shoulder. Yeah, I'm kind of in the most pain at the moment, and that was really not helping... I noticed all the while that whilst we talked, the erasers seemed to edge closer towards us. As if planning to surround us and block out escape routes.

I heard Jet grunt proudly, tinting it with a little bit of malevolent plotting. He turned to a group of drooling erasers behind him and commanded. "Get her out, I want her to see what her idol Ace is doing." Ace grimaced at Jet, his fist becoming even tighter and making me ache, as an eraser scuttled through the trees they came from, and then came back in, chuckling as a sack seemed to squirm about like it had a dozen snakes were inside it.

"Let me go, you bad... bad man!" a pretty little voice shrieked from inside, and Ace livened up, his wild green eyes focussing in on the bag. He began to get off my back and dart towards it, but had been growled at by Jet, as a sign of saying, get any closer, and you're my next meal.

"Iza!" He bawled, his fist now spread out, as he potentially reached towards her. I heard a little whimper from within the bag, and scowled. Even though it didn't show yet, I could already tell, this poor sap had been tricked too.

"Poor little Iza... It's a shame that you've become friends with someone who's so vicious, he's hurting an innocent bystander, just for you..." I heard Ace struggle to breathe, but then snarl at him viciously. "Oh look, he's being merciless to her, even when he doesn't need to be..." I bit my lip and couldn't help but glare coldly at Jet. Although I was probably the one with the opinion that least mattered at the moment, I still couldn't help but hate his guts out of anyone around us. Perhaps in the entire world. He probably comes quite close to someone else though...

"No... Ace wouldn't do that..." the girl in the sack whimpered sorrowfully, her voice shaking as if she were cold. The eraser sniggered spitefully, tipping her out of the sack like manure and watching her tumble out in a huddle, rolling across the ground like a broken wheel. Her body rose up slowly and gently twisted around her surroundings, inspecting them for a moment. Taking most of it in, she looked towards myself and Ace, her grey eyes filling with utter disbelief and misinterpretation.

"You really are an idiotic twat, you know that?" I hissed up to Ace, as I squirmed under him, my body now feeling limp and numb under his bony knees. "How could you be dumb enough to make a deal with erasers!" Ace shook his head with a twitching motion, his eyes growing spacious, and staggered. He now knew what it felt like to be deceived. Serves him right, in one sense...

"No, Iza..." Ace mumbled, shaking his hands at the mocha skinned six year old sprawled out on the ground in front of us. Her pure white hair, spiked to just below the shoulders, seemed to be covered in dirt, as was her all grey clothes, as she trembled in pure horror at me and Ace.

The only thing both Ace and Iza seemed to be doing right now was stare at each other, wordlessly and pointlessly. I on the other hand, was still struggling under Ace with a now numb shoulder. This isn't working... I told myself, as I grimaced up to the lump on my back, spitefully growling as I tried to snap him out of his gazing stance. "Hey, kids, now would be the best time to escap-"

But, being too late with my words, I was interrupted brusquely by Jet, who leapt forward, rammed Ace off of my back, and picked me up by the scruff of my shirt. I watched as Ace was ambushed by about three erasers, and Iza was seized inhumanely, being jostled back into that grimy sack. Now I was face-to-face with Mr. Beautiful, and boy did he look happy with those hideous and luminous yellow eyes shining in my eyes. "Did ya miss me Blondie?"

I snarled down to him, kicking towards him and aiming for that no good jaw of his. All I managed to do was flail my arms and legs in the air for about a minute, making all the erasers surrounding me howl and jeer with laughter. I scowled at this, while Jet flung me over his shoulder, and strapped his abnormally muscled arm across my back, causing me to wheeze with pain.

"Let's get these freaks back to the school." He growled to the others, turning and marching the other way, in which I could only assume, was where a chopper was. I bit my lip, and began to wiggle even more, as he tightened his grip on my back.

"Freaks!" I questioned down to him whilst fuming but beginning to smirk slightly. "That's strong, coming from a big-headed bonehead like you!" I beamed jubilantly when hearing him growl back to me, and then saw the opportunity to compel my wings out, clouting his head, and removing his arm from my body. I immediately launched myself into the air and gave myself an Ariel view of the situation.

Well, let's say the erasers had pretty much surrounded the area. There were only about twelve or so, but they were evenly spread out so that there were four erasers for each of us. Right now, they were all gazing up at me, but Iza was being carried by one eraser in the sack, whilst Ace had two erasers gripping his arms and legs, whilst another seemed to be persistently throwing punches at him. There was only one word that I could think of that seemed to summarise out situation for now. Doomed...

Although there was one part of me that knew right now, Ace was getting what he deserved, and, oh yeah, it felt good... there was a more dominant and more revenge-seeking part of me that just wanted to send Jet back to the school empty-handed, just so I could think about the disappointment on his ugly face when he gets given a can of whop-ass.

I screwed up my face, folded in my wings, and initiated the action of declining down to them, whilst screaming wildly, "AI-YAI-YAI-YAI-YAI-EEE!" No particular reason, just the fact that it might make this a little bit more fun than it is disturbing.

I at first swerved towards Ace, biting my lip as I walloped myself against the fluff ball that was punching him in the stomach repeatedly. I found myself landing on top of him, which worked perfectly, since I could now whack him with my knee into his stomach over and over. Once he was done with, I could then swiftly get to my feet, and give out a roundhouse kick to one of the other erasers. Specifically, the one that was gripping Ace's arm compactly.

Ace broke free of the others grip easily, by grappling the erasers arm himself, and flipping him over his shoulder. This amusingly left the eraser to scowl and cry on the floor like a baby. I turned to Ace, and smiled a little bit, without thinking really. Just, a mindless smile... "Nice move." I muttered, before turning to the sack that was being carried towards a chopper that was concealed within a cluster of trees.

I turned my eyes to Ace, and flicked my head in her direction. He nodded once, and then we both raced towards her, shooting our wings out and clouting the obstacles/erasers that got in our way. I managed to position myself in front of the eraser that had the sack gripped firmly within his hand, and smirked at him, raising my wings out so that I was floating in mid-air, but able to launch my boots at his shoulders repeatedly until he finally dropped to the floor and at least fainted. Ace swerved in and swiped the sack, immediately pulling on the string to open it and tossing Iza out of it. Iza got the gist of what was happening without delay, and unravelled her deep peacock blue feathers, the white tips being the first thing to fall as she flapped her delicate wings up and down, which anyone and everyone with a sense of beauty needed to embrace in awe.

Ace was finally by her side again, and the two could now look out for each other, but Ace now had his wide eyes glued to me, as someone caught my breath, and hauled me down to the ground. "Cra-a-ap." I shouted, as I was at first shaken to make me woozy, but then stricken into the ground, for what they probably hoped would have caused my head to bleed. I grunted, forcing my eyes to open at least a little, and then seeing spiked jaws of an eraser falling against my arm.

I kicked him, where it hurts the most, and then rolled over, getting to my feet clumsily, and wobbling about at first, before getting heaved back down to the dusty ground, by a familiar reddish-brown eraser. A smirk was fixed against his fat lips as he grazed one of his claws against my cheek. "Where do you think you're going Blondie?" He asked, as he slowly got off my body, and took a step away from me, as if allowing me to get up. He rested his hands on his hips, and gave me a rebellious smile. "S'not like you to leave without a fight." He challenged, bending down in to an attack stance as green saliva fell from his dry black lips.

I grunted, putting my fingertips to my cheek and feeling the blood seep through them. I smirked over to him, already calling to mind the victory I would feel when kicking his butt. But I suddenly saw Ace dive down towards me at a rapid speed, with an indomitable expression in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him at first, and smiled a little bit, thinking about how he was probably doing that for me... Which was weird... But that was before I began batting him away like a baseball, and sending him back up to Iza.

"No! Go away you!" I bellowed as he involuntarily turned and darted back up to Iza, who looked down upon me anxiously. I could now see the thunderstorms and lightning brewing behind her, and smiled. Ace said something about her making rainstorms and stuff like that when she was scared, and this was when I could see it be put into play. What a way to make an atmosphere for a fight huh?

Without warning, I launched myself into the air, and dived towards his burly body, circling as I rocketed myself against Jet's furry chest. I felt the blood, fur and flesh eventually revolve around my blonde scalp, but then that clogged up when I had two muscled arms grip my shoulders and spin me around, releasing me when I got too dizzy to flick my wings out and land in a definite place.

Ignoring the pain that spilled out of my incredibly graceless landing, I got back to my feet, launching myself at him again, screaming a war cry as I did so. When I collided with him, I just about managed to fit in one punch, but he caught my next as he flipped me over and sunk his teeth into the fore of my arm. I whined a little, but raked my arm away, flipping over, and landing sturdily before him.

I sneered at him beneath my fringe, and panted as I grumbled, "Don't go vampire on me, fluffy." Jet howled viciously, the blood-lust showing in his wound up eyes as he launched himself towards me, hammering me to the ground and then landing on top of me, digging his razor-sharp fangs into my right shoulder. I shrieked out, my eyes filling with sour tears and meaningful sobs as I felt my blood just gush through his lips. I tried to pull away, but he had me in a pretty sturdy body hold. Damn it, this could be the end, my friend. Hey, I'm a poet and didn't know it...

I cringed, still fidgeting under his body, but now feeling queasy and giddy through blood loss. It kinda feels like when you're overdosed on meds and stuff, but, more realistic, and more life-threatening. I spotted Ace launch himself at me again, as the rain began to pour on us from Iza's constantly developing storm clouds. I shooed Ace away, sending him back up to Iza, and yelling feebly, "Keep with Iza!"

I became quaky as I was boosted up onto Jet's throbbing shoulder, and now shivering as I got saturated within the bitter rain. Lightning sparked beside me, while thunder rumbled above me. I don't know when, I don't know how, but all I know is that I was now surrounded by darkness, oblivious of the things that were taking place around me. I must have passed out at some point, but I just don't know, since I awoke in darkness, with the rumble of a nearby helicopter propeller vibrating in my ears.

Yeah, it sounds pretty bad doesn't it? Well, that's probably because, it is pretty bad...

A/N *Spins around on a big black swirly chair, stroking a fat white cat* Ahhh, we meet again, Mr. Fanfic reader ;D

So, I read this over, and... It didn't sound as good as what I had in mind :/ Anyway, could some of you guys give me feedback on this chapter as to how I could improve it, because right now, I'm a bit disappointed with it :/

Anyway, thanks for reading, and Please review! and remember, keep on reviewing, and I'll tell you the secret! :D

Lele

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