5.Flash
I was running along the forest floor. Ariel was running with me, her cropped red hair bouncing with her stride. There were three others running with us. The first one started to catch up with me. She had long blonde hair, almost floating in the breeze we made. A name came into my head. Jasmin, her name was Jasmin. I don't know how I knew, I just did.
The second one was catching up. He was younger then the first, maybe thirteen, he ran lightly, like he was floating. A husky bounded at his side. He had overlong black hair. Maybe to his shoulders. It was streaked with a dark brown. Charlie; he looked around thirteen. On his cheek was a long scar.
The third one was younger, and seemed to be struggling. He looked about my age.
He had brown hair, with bronze and tan streaks. He had dark eyes, and looked like he hadn't slept. I guessed he was about my age. And his name was Nick.
As we ran further, I became more aware of my surroundings. I was carrying my sister, Amy, who is five. A group of people appeared in front of us. They all held machine guns.
Without communicating, almost simultaneously, we snapped out our wings and all five of us leapt into the sky, Charlie slightly behind us from pausing to grab the dog. More people appeared… Then breakaway by Kelly Clarkson started playing.
I stirred in my sleep, only half awake. Then the phone rang again. I wondered who the hell was calling at eleven at night. I blindly grabbed at the phone, and Ariel's picture appeared as it rang again. A tall girl, with long red hair and freckles; 'I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.'
"Wassup?" I whispered.
"The others." She said urgently. Our name for the other three.
"We need to find them."
"How? Why?"
"I don't know. And I think it's going to start soon."
"I think I've…"
I froze in shock, mid sentence. A face was RIGHT THERE! Grinning at me. He tore the phone out of my grasp and hung up.
"Boo!" he said, with an American accent.
I opened my mouth to call out and he put his big, hairy hand over it.
"I have a man guarding your dear sister," he snarled evilly, " and if he hears a noise from this room, he'll kill her. I'm not a violent man Flash, but we doubted you'd come quietly."
His voice was low, commanding and cold. The coldest voice I had ever heard from a human being. Then it hit me. He knew to call me Flash. The only people that call me Flash are Ariel and Amy. Neither of them were dumb enough to tell them that. To everyone else I was Fred. Always be Fred. Flash was too obvious, they would guess what I could do, what I could see. I stared into the man's tinted glasses, and saw his eyes, cold and grey. Then, in quick flashes, I saw it. He was standing by three babies in crates. Talking to a guy in a white coat, staring at them in hunger. A white-coat prodded one. It snarled. It started to turn wolfy, growing grey hairs, its nose turned into a muzzle.
I tore my eyes away from his, shuddering in horror. I noticed him pressing the redial button. I wondered how long ago that had been.
I was jerked back into reality when I realized he had turned on speakerphone, and it was ringing. I heard a coughing noise.
"Hello? Who is this?" asked the American.
There was no answer. He hung up.
"So, what happens now." I asked.
"This." He said casually.
He swung his fist so fast I didn't have time to block it. I crumpled to the floor. I could feel unconsciousness coming, and fought it. Knowing what I would dream of if I collapsed, as if that would somehow make it true.
I started to lose the battle. My befuddled mind showed me Amy's face. Twisted in terror. There was no way they were gonna hurt my little sister, not while I'm alive anyway. I heard an angry roar, it frightened me. Then I realized I had made it.
The pain was gone. I roared again, snapping out my silver-white wings. I punched the American in the side of the head, he fell over. Out cold.
"Mike? Mike! What's going on?" I heard a nervous voice call.
I heard footsteps, approaching quietly. The squeak of the floorboard right in front of my door told me exactly where he was. The door handle started turning, very slowly.
I watched it. It finally stopped after what felt like ten minutes. The rest seemed to happen in fast motion. The door creaked as the unknown person started to gently push it open. I tensed up, feeling tighter then a drawn bow. The door opened. He saw me and started to lift his gun. I got an image of blonde hair and wide blue eyes before I launched my self at him, using my smaller height to head butt him under the chin. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he slowly crumpled. I caught him before he hit the ground and carefully lowered him, trying not to make any noise. Damn that had hurt.
For fancy armed fighting men, they couldn't be very good; they were getting their butts kicked by a twelve-year-old.
I crept out of my room, stepping over the squeaky board, and snuck my silent way through our seemingly deserted house, to Amy's room.
There was another man there. I could here him humming. As quietly as I could, I moved into a different position. I could see his shadow cast against a wall. He had a gun. I froze like a rabbit caught in headlights. I could give myself up, and hope he didn't shoot Amy out of sheer anger. Or I could try fighting him. But that would end up with a death.
Probably mine.
Suddenly a plan formed itself in my head. I ducked to one side of the door, and pressed myself against the wall, so he couldn't see me unless he stuck his head out of the room. This had to work.
I made a hacking coughing noise, and whispered desperately, 'help.'
"Who's there?" I could hear the tension in his voice.
I coughed again, making it as shallow and horrible sounding as I could. Finally, I heard something. A quiet, rushed sound. Like someone putting a foot down on a board; and taking the other off straight away. It had to be a footstep.
I waited, hardly daring to breathe incase I missed the next one. There was the sound again. I was in the agony of indecision. I could move forward, and hope he was at the door, or wait, and risk making my move to late. I moved forward, a silently as I could. I heard a third little noise; more rushed then the others. Then I saw movement.
Without thinking I threw myself at the doorway, a quarter of a second after he appeared. I smashed into him, slamming him against the doorway. His neck made a sickening noise against the edge, like a whip cracking. I scrambled to my feet, and realized what it was. His neck was broken. "No." I whispered. I had just killed a guy.
I rushed to Amy's bed… and gave a cry of despair. It was empty. It wasn't even warm. It didn't look like it had even been slept in. My parents had taken her… to that… place. I had to get her back. Now.
A/N- So, if you hadn't guessed. The start was a dream. Which will be in the future. And what he saw in the American's eyes, which was obviously Mike, were Erasers. Which I don't own cos I'm not JP. So Flash has powers, unlike all the others. So I hope you liked this chapter cos I sure as hell enjoyed writing it. I want reviews people! Wings4ever out.