Ok, here is chapter 6 finally! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long. I just couldn't really think how to start this chapter, because this is the chapter were more of the action happens! Yay! So, I know all of you are like, "What? Fang? NO! How could you?!?!" But don't worry, Fang won't get hurt…to bad…
Haha, I'm so evil!
Thanks!
--SarahBelle--
Chapter 6
I have a question for you people who are reading this story of mine. Do you absolutely hate it when you get in trouble? Do you? I don't know about you, but I think of getting into trouble as a great opportunity. I think of it as a chance to put my choice of words to work.
Take now for instance.
I'm currently being dragged by Erasers to who knows where, and the whole time, I still have that dang bullet wound, which had just opened up again.
Great.
An Eraser pulled me forward roughly for the millionth time by my arm. I clenched my teeth and glared at him, trying to block the stinging pain in my stomach.
"Yo, dog breathe." I called to him.
He looked down at me and his eyes narrowed when he saw my glare.
"You think you could be a little more careful?" I asked him, "I have to look nice for my date."
And as in 'date', I meant Fang. I was worried about what they were going to do to him. They might hurt him badly enough that they won't be able to fix him, and I can't lose Fang, or any of the Flock. The Whitecoats don't care about them anymore, they just care about me, or at least that's what Carol told me. I'm their precious little experiment.
The Eraser huffed and pulled me harder. I winced and glared at him again.
The Erasers finally came to a door and threw me inside. I hissed and pulled myself up. I turned around and saw the same Eraser standing there with a smirk on his face.
"Sorry," he said, "My bad."
I spit at him, and luckily, it landed on his face. That's what you get for sneezing on me snot face!
"Oops," I said in a mocking manner, "My bad."
He growled at me and then slammed the door shut.
I smirked and then looked around at my surroundings for the first time. I was shocked with what I saw too. There was only one chair, just one, and a big window on one wall. It stretched from one side to the other. I walked over to it, and saw a big field. There was a big chain linked fence surrounding the perimeter and the top had coiled barbwire on it. There was no ceiling, only the open sky.
My wings twitched, eager to be flying again.
But the inside of my stomach was churning, and not because I was hungry, but because I knew what the field was for. It was for Eraser training.
Oh.
Crap.
I had finally figured out why they brought me here and what they were going to do with the Flock. They were going to use them as practice targets, and I had to watch them fight for their lives. I couldn't help them this time. They were on their own.
Suddenly, I saw Fang be led out onto the field by five Erasers. He had his mask on, but his face also showed anger. His walk was stiff and controlled. I could see his hands were clenched in fury and frustration.
In other words: Fang was ticked.
When Fang finally reached the middle of the field the Erasers left. Fang stood there silently. He looked around to see if there was anyone there, and then looked up at the sky. I could see a hint of desire in his eyes, but what I couldn't get was why he would take off right then and there. Why wouldn't he fly out of here?
Then I remembered. Fang and the rest of the Flock, including me, had our wings tied down.
Right. Great.
A loud bell suddenly rang throughout the field. Fang instantly became tense and looked around carefully. When his eyes finally landed on something (I don't know what, I was staring at him the whole time) they widened a fraction, and he took a defensive stance.
I unwillingly took my eyes away from him to see what he was so uptight about. When I saw them, I felt my eyes go as big as dinner plates. There were at least 15, brand new, no self controlled, hungry Erasers. They each had wide anxious eyes and drool coming out of their mouths. They were hungry, and Fang was their treat.
Then they attacked.
I know Fang is a strong, kick butt fighter, but even I can't take 15 Erasers without getting hurt even a little. Fang though, when he's mad enough, he can take five Erasers with one fist and five with the other. The only bad thing about that however, is that Fang has 15. And while he's punching and kicking the other ten, he has five more coming at him.
Not fair, I know.
Suddenly, an Eraser smacked Fang on the face. Fang fell down and didn't get up. The Erasers circled him to see if he would still "play" with them.
I gripped the windows frame, so hard I almost thought it would break.
"Come on, Fang." I whispered. My heart was aching in fear, "Get up."
And as is he could hear me, Fang jumped up and punched the first Eraser he could reach, and knocked him out cold.
I let out a sigh of relief.
After 15 dangerous minutes, the bell rang again and the remaining Erasers reluctantly left the field. Fang's shoulders heaved up and down with every breath he took. His cheek dripped blood from where the Eraser had hit him, and he was holding his shoulder, which I think got dislocated. But all in all, he was ok.
I looked him over to see if he was hiding any other injuries. I guess he felt eyes on him because he turned towards the one-way window, and for a second his eyes locked with mine, whether he knew I was there or not.
The Erasers came and took him away. I watched him go and controlled myself from screaming out in frustration. I just couldn't reach him.
After he was gone the door opened again. This time though the Erasers circled the person, so I could tell who it was. They walked to the center of the field, and then slowly exposed the person they were hiding.
I covered my mouth from crying out.
No…
They couldn't.
She's just a little kid…
My baby.
Angel.
So…how was it? I hope it was worth waiting…umm…however long it took for me to post. Hehe.
Ooh, so Angel is next! Oh no! Not Max's baby! Don't worry though, Angel won't die or get seriously, almost deathly injured. She'll live. I hate stories where a member of the Flock dies. It makes me so sad. But anyways, I'll try to get 7 posted soon.
Thanks!
--SarahBelle--