Chapter 13: Escapee
(Wolf's P.O.V.)
It was apparently night now, and Arien had reported in before he had once again left to go look for my family and Viviana. I'm just glad he is still looking for them… that means he still hasn't found them yet, which means I can still escape, since that big guy didn't actually lock me up…
The scrawny guy named Philip had walked into the room and turned on a lamp before he turned around and looked towards the doorway he had come from. Valis soon walked in and hit a button near the lamp, and every other major light turned off, and only dim lighting could be seen from the other doorways. When she turned to look at Philip, she said, "Watch over him, we still need him for a special event tomorrow…"
After she finished, she sent a glare my way before turning to a room, and walking in. Philip was looking at me nervously, and as he sat down on a crate near another doorway, he leaned back nervously. I guess my escape is going to have to wait…
I closed my eyes as I leaned my head back and against the cold concrete stairs, and sighed as my thoughts drifted to other things. When a shuffling came through the room, I cracked my eyes open, and saw Philip just grab an assault rifle, and begin to wipe it down with a pure white cloth…
(Azure's P.O.V.)
While I was standing on the tree bark, I was watching every single thing moving as Angel slowly whittled a piece of wood. I opened my beak as I saw the dark form of Arien once again cutting through the darkness, "Angel, why is it bad deeds are brought on to those that are good?"
He gently tapped on the wood with his shining silver knife, and he slowly said, "It isn't really who and why, but rather the outcome of things." He started to chip away at the wood once more as he continued, "However, no matter how bad, it helps define someone, it shows who they really are, and what they will, or in some cases, have, become. Just look at Wolf, and look at who he was before, and who this conflict is molding him into."
After he finished, the silence from before, started to claim us once again. I was thinking about what Angel had just said when I felt myself yawn, and Angel chuckled. I smiled slightly as I felt weariness sweep over me, and I heard Angel say, "Sleep well; tomorrow will be a big day." I looked at him as he was happily cutting the wood, and he added, "Everyday, is a big day." And with that, he started to hum a soothing lullaby that was easing me into my slumber. I yawned one last time, and then I felt sleeps embrace…
…
Angel and I were currently flying over the market, and I saw a café next to the beach that caught my eye, and when I pointed this out to Angel, we were angling down for it. I sighed as I looked over the beach, and smiled as the familiar scents of the ocean breeze wafted past me, soon, I will be able to enjoy that with my family… I can feel it…
I reached over, and as my wings slid through the metal bars of the shop, I grabbed a banana and pulled the 'fruit' towards me, and started to peel it. I smiled as I took a bite, and I sighed as the first few rays of sunlight crested the horizon…until I heard a loud cracking sound that seemed to echo everywhere. I looked towards Angel, who had a sad yet apologetic look on his face as he said, "That would be Wolf… but I need to go and take care of things… upstairs. I will be able to meet again with you later tonight, stay safe." I watched open beaked as Angel slowly turned to mist and the mist blew away as a puff of wind ruffled my feathers.
Crack crack!
The noise drew my attention away from where Angel had just been, and as I let go of the banana, it too mimicked Angel. "Wolf…" I turned around, and flew off the table as I spiraled upwards at a dizzying pace, and I could already hear the familiar noise of shouting, and emergency vehicles. I tucked my wings in close to my body just like Wolf did so he could fly faster, and I pushed my wings downwards as I was thrust forward.
After clearing a few buildings, I looked down, and in the middle of the street, I saw the flashes of light from guns…
(Wolf's P.O.V.)
Good thing I crabbed as many clips as I could… or I would be in one hell of a situation here… I was currently hiding behind a parked motorcycle as bullets pinged all around me. I cast a quick look over the motorcycle, and I unleashed a few rounds from the assault rifle I took from Philip just before I ran up the stairs. I turned around and sprinted after I got them all to duck. I had just passed the corner of the street as I heard bullets whiz behind me before I dove to the side. When I landed, I quickly scrambled up and ran forward and towards a parked car as I heard the shouting behind me, "Hurry, don't let him get away."
When I looked behind me, I just saw the bulky man Dinkle come around, so I chose that chance to slid behind a pile of trash and aluminum that had been propped up. I chuckled as I thought. This is just like modern warfare 2… I quickly sunk down as a bullet zipped above my cover, and another ribbed through the aluminum that was five inches to the left of my head. Except it's a lot more dangerous…
I brought the gun up with me and took aim as quickly as I could and unleashed a quick burst of fire.
Crack, crack crack CLICK!
I froze up as I heard the horrifying 'click', but when I heard a cry of pain, I snapped out of it and so did the lull in the firefight. I dropped down to my knees as I leaned forward and ejected the spent clip, and put it in my pocket and pulled out another one. I looked at it and frowned, so small, yet so dangerous… I slipped it into the slid before slamming it home, and when I pulled the bolt back, I smiled grimly as I looked behind me, and saw that I had a long run before I could reach the forest, where I was guaranteed to lose them.
When the shower of bullets eased up, I heard Valis yelling, "Dinkle, get Farlun out of here!"
It was then that I chose to stand up and backpedal towards an alley I knew all too well. I felt something sting me in my shoulder, and I lost my footing as the sudden push knocked my balance askew for a second or so. I groaned in pain as that sting turned to a full burning sensation, but I rounded the corner and just ran down the alley and towards that trolley thing I had heard so much about. I saw blue lights flashing a few more alleys down, and I had just reached the turn that led to the staircase up to the tracks.
I turned into the ally and kept sprinting as a police vehicle slid around the corner, and bullets crashed into the bricks next to me, hitting the wall opposite of me. I must be a lucky son of a gun… I only got hit once by a bullet, and now I'm barely avoiding the cops… I wonder if the trolley will be there… when I looked down a sideway pass, I saw the stairs that led up to the aqueduct, and I quickly ran towards them, and I jumped the railing that was meant to keep people in order as the lines progressed. When I reached the stairs, I stopped and groaned; the stairs where wide and steep.
When I heard a microphone click on, a male voice said, "Coloque sua arma para baixo, vamos atirar!" [Put your weapon down, we will shoot.] Soon afterwards, a hail of assault rifle fire was the answer to whatever was said, and that was enough incentive for me to run even faster up the steps.
I took in a huge gulp of air just as I reached the top, but I looked around in disappointment; my luck apparently doesn't cover transportation. I jumped down onto the tracks and carefully made my way across, and when I looked over the side and over the concrete barrier, I saw the gunfight between the smuggler cell and Policemen wasn't going so well. The cops were outgunned, and they had two cops already down. I set my rifle on the fence and looked through the iron sights, and I aligned them near the smugglers. I took a shallow breath in as I squeezed the trigger, releasing a trail of hot lead that slammed down and around the smugglers. They quickly doze behind cover, and the cops used this chance to pull the wounded farther away from the firefight, while the others upped the amount of cover fire.
I pulled out my empty bullet casing, and I looked at it, and then the fence… I chuckled as I backed up as far as I could, and chucked it as hard as I could. I watched as the sunlight glittered off its steel, and I just now thought of it, and I looked behind me and saw the sun was now rising steadily into the air. I heard shouting below me, and I saw one of the wounded officers pointing me out to the others. They all looked up at me and had their hands on their pistols. I backed away from the railing quickly, but heard a clang from the other direction and quickly spun around and saw it land several feet behind the smugglers; who in turn, spun around while remaining in cover. Chuckling, I quickly made my way across the tracks and to the hill further ahead of me.
As soon as I reached the other side, I stepped away from the tracks and took in my surroundings. It looked like I had just entered a middle class district. I should get rid of this rifle to avoid an- AH! I nearly dropped my rifle as a burning sensation flared up in my shoulder. I quickly grabbed and squeezed the shoulder, and I felt like my hand had touched water. I looked down at it and saw it was blood, and it had seeped downwards and created streaks down my arm. *whimpering* well, no point in hiding the rifle now, the blood will just draw people closer to me…
I looked behind me as I started walking forward, and just saw a police officer standing on the platform of the trolley area. I could literally feel my eyes dilate as the adrenaline resurfaced, masking my pain, and I double-timed it up the sidewalk. As I was running, I could literally hear alarm clocks going off, and a few times I saw people walk past a window. I felt something slide into my shirt, and when I shivered violently, I quickly reached with my unhurt arm and saw it was just a rose petal. I observed it, and when I looked up, I gasped as I saw trees filled with flowers all around me. I looked over just as I heard something plastic hit the sidewalk, and I saw a kid staring at me wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. I looked down, and quickly realized he was looking between my shoulder, and the gun in my hands.
I slowly started walking up the path, and when I was a fair distance away, I started a slow jogging pace up the hill, aware that the kid still hadn't moved an inch… I sighed as I took the rifles strap, and swung it onto my back. I clutched my shoulder as I continued my light jog, and I was just looking for any place that looked abandoned, but still functional…
…
While I hadn't found anything that suited my needs, I ran across a repair shop of some kind, but it still seemed uninhabited at the time, and I was lucky so far since only the kid had seen me and my gun. I gently and quietly pushed myself through the entrance. When I was inside, I scrapped my now exposed shoulder across the gate, and quickly stifled a groan as I squeezed my rifle tightly. I slowly walked forward, easing around the equipment scattered around. When I passed a car that's truck was partially open, I could've sworn I saw two blazing eyes looking at me, but I quickly shoved that thought away as I felt my shoulder sting, and I looked over, and saw a door open. I stumbled close to the door, and when I gazed inside, I saw a sparkling sink, along with a medicine cabinet on the far wall. I smiled as I looked around, but I quickly slid the gun off my back, and rested it against the door frame. Before I did anything else, I turned the water on, and listened to the sound of running water before quickly lowering my head, and taking a sizable gulp.
When I felt like I couldn't drink anymore, I quickly turned it to the coldest setting I could, and doused my shoulder with the water, rubbing where any dirt had gotten, feeling the pain the entire time. I reached onto the back of my shoulder, and gasped as I felt something that chilled me, yet made me smile grimly. The bullet had passed clear through my shoulder, making it so that I didn't need to remove the bullet. I walked over to the medicine cabinet, and when I opened it up, I smiled widely; I saw a wad of gauze sitting in a corner. Unfortunately, I couldn't see any pain killers. I grabbed the gauze, and made a mental apology, and I proceeded to wrap my shoulder in a way that no matter what I did, it wouldn't come off or slide off…
I walked back outside the restroom after I finished cleaning my mess in the bathroom, and I quickly scooped up my rifle and slung it onto my back, it was just at that moment that I heard a low whispering noise. I looked around and noticed that the trunk that had once been closed was now open. I tensed up as I slid my rifle off, and observed my surroundings.
As quietly as I could, I made my way over to where I think the voices were coming from. When I reached the back of the car, I peeked around the side of it, and I was soon looking at a sight I didn't expect; a small yet chubby bulldog was whispering with a familiar toucan. "Rafeal…?"
A.N.: Ok, the beginning of this chapter WAS hard to start, but that doesn't mean I couldn't finish it. I'm way to skilled to just ditch my stories… time to work on the other ones now. XD