Ch.8: Sent On

Rebel's P.O.V.

Breaking and entering the church wasn't as bad as I imagined. They had a little bit of food which we downed in fifteen minuets flat. The next morning we were up and moving again. This process of movement went on for day until we finally reached New York and tracked down Angel. She was all but happy to see us; she knew what this meant for the family. There was no explaining, she just simply read our minds and assured us she knew what to do. I found this highly improbable, but it was all we had, so we waited. The first night we stayed with Angel while Lucy Dee planned for us to go elsewhere. Night and Gloom's orphanage was the best option, although the exact location of Night a Gloom at the time was a little shady. The building was still up and running, even with the owners kidnaped.

Lucy Dee confirmed that Gazzy and Melee had been AWOL for approximately twenty-six hours. We assumed the worse. Dr. M hadn't been contacted, either. Her associates were put on high alert. This whole thing, the kidnappings, was planned.

•••

Ava, Bethany, Nichole, Lani, Peter, and I sat on the leather couch in Angel's office.

"Rebel, relax, I'm sure they made it to the orphanage safely," Angel tried to reassure me. It wasn't working.

"What if they were attacked?"

Eva had led Cole, Sapphire, Demi, Kyrstal, Holly, and Blane to Gloom and Night's orphanage. I doubted Eva's leadership skills, and fretted over their safety even more. In my mind I was the only one who could protect them; I was the only one trained in combat.

Then the phone rang, sending me to sitting on the edge of the couch. Lucy Dee answered.

"Yes. Thank you. I need to speak to Eva for clarification."

Then Lucy Dee paused and smiled. "Okey-dokey. Thank you, again."

"Are they okay?!" I hurried.

"They're fine, Reb. They made it."

I sighed and leaned back, a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. I had stayed back with those that didn't have functioning wings, Peter, Lani, and Ava, and those too weak or small to make the journey, Nichole and Bethany. Angel planned on putting us on a plane to send us there. That not only terrified me, but it made me all the more edgy.

"We have to get to the airport!" Angel jumped up, ushering us out the door to the streets. "Move! Move! Move! It's gonna take ten minuets to walk there and your flight leaves in thirty!"

"Why is the airport so close?" Lani asked.

"Because its convenient," Angel shrugged.

"To who?" Nichole questioned.

"Me."

"Don't you just...fly yourself?"

"I haven't flown more than twenty miles in five years."

"Oh."

"That's stupid," I stated.

"And so is your choice of words, ignoramus."

"Nerd."

"Punk."

"Shithea-zu. Shitzu," Angel growled, trying to cover up.

"Angel!" Lucy Dee warned.

'Sh*thead!' Angel mind messaged me.

•••

"BOOM!" Lani shouted behind me.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up," I grumbled under my breath.

"Whats that?" Bethany was sitting in my lap, leaning over towards the flight attendant handing out nuts.

"Peanuts," the lady smiled warmly. That freaked me out a little.

"What's that?"

"It's what makes peanut butter, sweetie."

"What's that?"

"The stuff that goes on your PB&J's." And the woman was still grinning like a doofus.

"What's that?"

"A sandwich."

"What's that?"

"Well it has bread and..." Wow. Who hired this person?!

"Okay, she's just playing with you! Move on!" I snapped.

"Sure! Have a good flight, and if I can help you in any way, please say so!" The woman walked along cheerfully. If she wouldn't have been so creepy, I would have complimented the twenty-two year old's legs, but the whole little scene there kinda told me to steer clear of that one.

"Rebel?" Nichole tugged on my arm.

"What?!" I looked over at her.

"Help me find a yellow!" She slammed the crayons down on the lap table.

"Umm...why are all your crayons pink?" I raised an eyebrow. All the crayons were a bright pink. Disgusting.

"It's my favorite color!" Bethany shrilled. Of course. The little munchkin can alter colors. Perfect.

"Your eyes are funny looking," the two year old pointed out.

"Thank you. I take it you don't like orange?" I frowned.

"Orange is my favorite color of crayon to eat!" Bethany beamed up at me.

"That's nice. Watch the T.V." I literally turned her head in the direction of the tiny screen.

"But I don't want to watch this show!"

"Well, that's fine, you can just stare at the back of this seat," I said with fake enthusiasm, setting her down beside me. I took the opportunity to jump up, slipping back into Ava's row.

"Go away," Ava said simply.

"No. They'll catch me and make me play with Barbies next," I whispered.

"REBEL! I NEED TO POTTY!" Bethany called.

"Just keep staring at the back of the seat!" I yelled back.

Then she just started screaming. I put my head against the seat in front of me, groaning.

"You should take care of that," Ava snickered.

This was going to be a long flight.

•••

There was approximately nineteen passengers on this tiny plane. Seven of them stood up and walked to the cockpit. My stomach knotted.

They weren't allowed in there, right?

The door was opened, I couldn't see how, and the seven barged in.

"Ava!" I whisper-yelled back to her.

"She's sleeping," Peter replied.

"Wake her up!"

Peter shook her shoulder.

"What?!" She hissed.

"Seven people from first class seating just stood up and went into the cockpit," I said quickly.

"And?"

"Are civilians allowed in there?" I elaborated.

"No..." She started. "Holy crap!"

"That's what I was thinking!"

Then two gunshots sounded from the front of the plane. The passengers fell silent. On instinct, I wrapped an arm around Nichole and Bethany.

"What was that?!" One woman shrieked.

Two more shots.

I glanced back at Ava, who had paled and was open mouthed.

"Hello, Flight 56, welcome to the Revolution. Glad you could be the first in joining it," An almost mocking voice came over the speakers. "The pilot and copilot are dead. Now, be reasonable. I, and my fellow associates, are members of the Human Race Survival Corpse."

The room fell silent.

The H.R.S.C., our worst enemies.