Ch.5: For Our Lives

Rebel's P.O.V.

I woke in the night to a deafening roar. It shook the house and threw me from Nichole's Barbie themed bed. Ringing was the only thing I heard for some time. I eventually picked myself up and ran to the hall where smoke poured across the ground like deadly lava from a volcano. The fire alarms blared.

"MOMMY!" A shrill shriek called from Blane's room. My thoughts spun madly as I raced to his door and threw it open. Nichole's face was streaked with tears and Blane had her pulled to him, his paled skin giving away his fear. I hoisted Nichole up to my shoulder and yelled, "Get out!" Blane gave a curt nod before sprinting down the hallway. I followed, searching for the others. I saw no one until we arrived at the doorway to the living room. Nichole's wails mixed with gunfire. Men in heavy vests holding some kind of weapon that I've never seen before trudged forward. That's when I spotted them dragging out Max.

"Back door!" I spat, swiveling Blane around before he could see the wretched scene. He took off in a fury. We came to the panel door, and he almost ripped it off its hinges getting out. Blane knew what to do. His wings unfolded in record time and before I could say, "U and A!" he was above my head. Nichole pushed herself up from my arms and joined her brother.

"Watch her!" I ordered, ducking back through the door.

"Where are you going?!" He cried.

"I need you to be Superman for me. Take your sister to Storm, tell him that we've been ambushed." I didn't wait for a reply. I soon found myself fighting through the smoke back to Ava's room. Her door was open. The men had beat me there, but Ava was still struggling. My first punch hit a man blocking the doorway. He staggered, but turned his gun to fire at me. By this time I had ducked and brought my elbow up to knock his arm to the left. The gun was heavy, that I could tell, and he had a limited control of it. It fell to the floor with a clank. I slammed my shoulder into him and pushed my way past. Years of combat training was in my favor.

"Rebel!" Ava yelled, reaching out desperately from between two of the intruders. I was tackled and a great weight came crashing down on me. It was a man, and he had the end of the new machine at my temple. I held my breath, suppressing fear. That moment of weakness gave him more control, yet I still managed to pull a knife off his vest. He attempted to fire as I ripped the blade off him. My knees came up, prying him off me, and allowing myself to regain my footing. The gun, however, did fire. It wasn't quiet a bullet, but something more. It was round, pink, and about the size of a Tic-tac.

"Get her to the craft, lads!" A thick Scottish accent barked. Then all I could see was Ava being hauled in the opposite direction, kicking and biting. I growled and threw myself at the closest enemy I could. Soon, I was fighting tooth and nail, using all my training to get out of this. Ava had somehow slipped out of their grip and managed to beat her way through to me. My foot came up under one of the men's ribs and he crumbled.

"Get out!" My mind screamed, "Get out!" I pulled Ava to the doorway, the five men still attempting to pull us back. I struggled from their grasps, throwing Ava out into the hall. I turned back, rapping the figure behind me with as much force as I could muster. He pulled back, clutching at his face and arm. We were at the doorway. I knew I had to get out before they called the rest of the troop. The wounded man fell back, but was quickly replaced by another, this one aiming a gun. Before I could even decide what to do my fury for survival snapped, my training came in to play. My roundhouse kick rocked him backwards, but he had pulled the trigger by now. Warm, red blood ran in rivulets from my shoulder.

I hurriedly grasped at the doorframe for support. He shot again, but this time I happened to dodge the bullet. Again I kicked. He fell to the floor and I rushed to slam the door. I knocked the outside doorknob off, listening as it bounced on the hardwood floor. They were locked in now, that I knew. Ava's hands wrapped around my arm, pulling me away.

"Go!" I regained my voice, and my ability to run.

Run we did. As soon as the sounds of a machine gun firing started we saw bullets fly through the locked door. We were in a race for our lives, looking for a way out, trying to dodge the enemy scattered throughout the house. Our pace picked up. We twisted around corners, ending in the living room. Blood was everywhere. Gwen, Kale, Max, and Fang were in here. Were they alive?

"They're in here!"

"Rebel, they've got us!" Ava whimpered. She was right. They had us blocked in the living room. My mind raced furiously through my extensive training knowledge. No combat moves could help me now. No muscle could save me. I needed brains. I needed a plan.

And then I saw it.

The living room was well lit in the day. Large, wide windows stretched along the walls. There was no screens, Max liked opening up the windows and being able to fly out easilly. It was a single sheet of glass. If only I could...

"On the ground!" They snapped, raising their guns. I sunk to my knees in defeat, throwing my hands up. Ava copied. Hesitantly, they stepped forwards.

"Window," I whispered to her. She quickly glanced back at the closest window.

"That's crazy." Ava shook her head.

"It's a straight shot, launch off of the couch."

"No way."

"No talking!" One snapped, stepping closer.

I jumped to my feet and bolted towards the window. A brown leather couch was sitting in front of it, but if I could still hit the window and break through, not hitting my head. Ava surged after me, catching up. We did a fast step-up onto the couch before placing a foot on the top and hurling ourselves at the escape. I didn't want to imagine what it'd be like if we hit and didn't break the glass. We would really look like birds then. But as my shoulder hit against the window the glass gave way. It cracked and creaked when it shattered to thousands of pieces. Ava had done the same as me, only milliseconds later. We fell with the glass, it sliced our faces, and landed on the nicely trimmed grass in the yard.

I rolled a couple feet and then tried to get myself up. There was a shard of glass in my lower back, and another had sliced through my shirt. I bit my bottom lip and hissed as I stood. Ava winced as she tried to stand. I shuffled over, practically picking her up and spreading my wings. Ava clutched to me as I took off.

Ava couldn't fly on her own. Her wings were deformed. As a baby, each of her little snow owl wings were perfect, but as time passed and she aged one wing remained small, crumpled, and unmovable. Dr. M said that this was a birth defect. Ava had never flown on her own before. I can't imagine what that would be like. Would it be weird to have wings that don't function? Would they just be useless limbs that mocked you every waking moment of the day? I didn't have much time to ponder before Ava nudged me and pointed downward.

Eva literally came through a wall, her wide wings beating down harshly. Eva's powers were pretty cool. She could walk through things, like a ghost. When Max and Fang found this out they were terrified. Max had been standing there holding baby Eva when she suddenly just slipped from the mother's arms. Max made a failed attempt to catch her before the bundle toppled to the floor. Eva didn't hit the floor, she went through it. Max and Fang raced down to the basement to find Eva, unharmed, and reaching up with her little, pudgy hands. At least then she was innocent. Now she does it for jokes, or escaping an overrun house.

"Cant touch this you-!" Eva yelled down at the men flooding into the yard. Thousands of curse words slipped off her tongue. She was hovering only about a third of a mile above the house, her fists balled. She was a cussing out a firing squad, for goodness sakes.

"EVA! Get outta there!" I snapped. My attempt was covered up with the sound of gunfire. They were shooting at her, at us!

My only option was to fly, but that meant turning my back on Eva. On the other hand, if I stayed to watch and possibly fight I could kill myself and Ava, leaving Nichole and Blane wandering whilst our parents were kidnapped. I took my head's decision over my heart's.

"NO!" Ava shrieked, trying to tug away from my arms. I booked it in the general direction of Storm's house. "Eva! Mom! Dad, help!" Ava wouldn't stop, she fought me with everything she had. I bared my teeth and pushed on, stopping when I was only far enough away to where a little speck was all you could see of the house.

I faces the odds. Eva most likely wouldn't make it out.

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