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FLASHBACK CHAPTER! YAY!
Phoebe was silently following Orsay, making sure she didn't get into trouble- she was walking a long way today, far from the National Park Station… Orsay started heading towards the road, then she stopped- having some kind of vision, dream-walking. Phoebe looked about, there was a blonde boy sleeping in a car on the road, hugging close to a machine gun.
Orsay came out of it as the boy started to wake up; he looked up as Phoebe stepped back, breaking a twig with a loud crack. As Orsay looked over at Phoebe, the boy jumped out of the car- he honest to god had a whip for an arm- and he started running at them. Phoebe was frozen on her feet, he was aiming the gun at Orsay's face, she couldn't decide whether to fight or flee- the only way to get away fast enough would be flying, but that would mean another person that knew of the girl with wings in the woods…
He pistol whipped Orsay and she fell to the dusty ground, he hit her again and she crumpled- unconscious. Then he glared at Phoebe, who ducked as his whip-arm-thing flew at her face. She leapt over it as it whooshed under her legs- jumping pretty high; she had lots of experience springing into the air to fly.
The blonde was angry now, raising his gun to aim it at her chest- she banished her fear, kicked it hard out of his hands with a spinning kick that would have brought her long ago karate teacher to tears of joy that she had learned so much- If her teacher was here instead of god-knows-wherever-all-the-adults-went.
The whip sliced her jeans; she backed off- ducking under the next attempt to gouge a bloody hole in her body. Taking her kick-boxing lessons into account she planted a foot in his gut and he staggered back. Phoebe dived to the side to avoid the whip that was aiming to take her head off. The boy was on his feet before her, she rolled aside and his whip carved into the dusty floor by her head.
Phoebe leapt to her feet and through a punch- aiming through his head. Blonde hair spun as she smashed his face and he twisted to the ground, rubbing his jaw. She ran off into the thick dark trees, stretching her wings once she was out of sight, realising too late to go back that she had abandoned Orsay.
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