Ch.14: Slaughter

Rebel's P.O.V.

I pushed myself to my feet and barreled into the man pointing a gun at Moses. We rolled twice before I came out on top. I slammed my fist into his face repeatedly. Then we were battling over the gun. At one point he had it to my forehead, but I knocked his wrist to the side and landed my elbow in his throat. It didn't end until I had broken his arm and moved the gun, still in his hand, to aim at his own temple. I forcibly pulled the trigger. His body relaxed under mine and I stood up, spitting blood to the side.

The others had joined in the fight and all I saw was us attacking like we brutal animals that were cornered. If this is what they want us to be then we will give it to them. My angry thoughts only ceased when I saw one holding Bethany, prodding her with the barrel of his gun.

No one would have the heart to shoot a two year old, right? She couldn't even see over a windowsill if she tried. But as I saw the man cock the gun my alarms went off.

Before I could even think I was running at him. He heard me coming and went to aim, but I simply grabbed the gun and shoved it back and up to hit him in the mouth. The enemy stumbled back, giving me the chance to give him a hard roundhouse kick to the chest. He was on the ground the next second, gasping to recover the air I had just knocked out of his lungs. Pulling Beth up into one arm, I took out the gun I had stolen from one of the Instructors.

The guy's eyes pleaded with me. It didn't phase my expression as I pulled the trigger and watched his head loll to the side. Bethany was now balling into my shoulder.

"It's okay, sweetie," I comforted, "You're okay."

When I turned around someone stared back. That's when metal bashed into my face and I dropped Bethany. They grabbed my arm and I felt a sharp sting. By the time my vision had cleared the person was pulling the blade out.

Combat training kicked in. I pulled my hurt arm to my chest and spun around, punching the man in the jaw. I snatched the knife from him. Now he was beginning to panic, fumbling with his gun. He had pushed me back towards the wall. I slammed against the cinder locks, my head hitting every time. It was now or never. He was going to knock me out. I kicked the back of his knee, putting him at a disadvantage. I laid my hand on his shoulders and threw him to the wall, forcing him to switch positions with me. I looked at the stained knife in my hand. When he straightened and aimed at me I threw it, stabbing him somewhere between the eye and the cheek. He shrieked and dropped the weapon. I dove to get it, but the sound of a bullet made time practically stop. The guy fell over, dead.

I looked up to see Aries lowering the handgun he held. We exchanged curt nods and stood to attack whoever came out way next. That's when the sheer amount of men measured out in my mind. Moses was right. There was way too many to count; there's way too many to fight.

"Run," I whispered, frantically looking around for Bethany. She wasn't there. She must have scurried off during the fight. "Run!"

We were so screwed it wasn't even funny. None of these people wanted to take us alive. This was literally life or death.

"RUN!" The desperation in my voice was sad. I could fight. I would stand here until I could literally stand no more, but my family, my people, no, they couldn't. This was the end, and if they were going to kill me the cowards would have to do it by shooting me in the back.

I watched as my group ran past me. I counted heads, one by one watching to see if they all made it. I didn't have enough time. A bullet grazed my leg and I soon found myself running too. We were in a bunch, all of the survivors packing together.

"Those of us who can fly must fly," Moses said, almost out of breath. The men chasing us were loaded down, they couldn't move this fast.

"No, we stay together!" I yelled.

Thud.

We just lost another. I complied, watching as those with wings threw themselves up, into the air. I was staying with those that couldn't fly. I wouldn't leave them stranded. I wasn't sure who I had seen. I was too busy running to notice who got up, but I did see another body fall from the sky. Who knows how many of us have died. I couldn't do anything about it now. All I could do is keep those who are still with me alive.

"Truck!" I followed Aries pointed finger to find a giant, red truck parked a little ways ahead.

"Everyone to the truck!" I barked, picking up my speed.

My lungs were burning, along with my legs. My chest was heaving and my arm was throbbing, but I still got to the truck first, climbing in the driver's seat. Aries hopped in the passenger's side while I hot-wired the vehicle. To my great relief, Ava got in the back with Bethany. Tigger followed, helping Lani in. Aries watched as Capricorn, who was limping pretty bad, made her way towards us. We all waited, holding our breath. I was fully prepared to hit the gas the second she got in. It was like the scene was in slow motion. She reached out, wanting help. Then her face contorted into one of agony and she fell, hitting the Earth below hard.

"No!" Aries cried, throwing open his door and almost jumping out to get her. I grabbed him, pulling him back in, and slammed my foot down on the gas. Tears streamed out of his eyes. Lani shut the door, watching as Capricorn laid face down. One of the H.R.S.C. agents came up behind her, lowering his gun to the back of her skull and shooting, repeatedly. Aries was cussing, screaming at me to go back. I knew she was gone, there was nothing we could do now. She would want him to live.

We were speeding away from the orphanage. Aries' door eventually shut and he was beating his hands against the window. Eventually he gave up, crying silently to himself. I, on the other hand, was giving this truck all I had, skidding around turns, driving down the middle of the road. It wouldn't take long for them to find us. I needed to locate somewhere where we could hide.

"Rebel," Ava said, her voice quivering. I didn't look back. She continued on anyway. "Rebel it's Beth. She-She..."

Don't look back, I told myself, Don't look back and don't stop.

"Rebel she's been shot!" Ava said a little louder, her voice breaking.

No, don't tell me that! No! My mind was spinning as I tried to concentrate on getting somewhere safe.

"Aren't you listening?!" Ava shrieked, her voice breaking, "We need to get to a hospital!"

"What hospital would take her?" I growled, "If we stop the H.R.S.C. catches us and they slaughter us. Got it? There's nothing we can do!"

I looked into the rear-view mirror, glancing back at her. Seeing Ava's hurt eyes made my heart clench. Then I saw movement. Cars, lots of cars were following us. I was drawn back to my task, giving the gas all I had.

"Hold on!" I warned.

That's when the tires hit a patch of ice. I lost control of the truck.

I'me finally getting some of my regular reviewers back! Thank you all sooooo much!

Ive known for a long time that I had too many characters. I've been trying to narrow it down, and, well, I think this halter did just that.

As for the plot, sorry it's going so fast y'all. I can't slam the brakes on now, so to speak, but it will eventually mellow out.

-Thanks for the constructive criticism BTW, it gives me something to work for.

Oh, and parkour is...well I can't really describe it. Look it up on Wikipedia, lol that's always a good answer xP

Sorry that this was somewhat short and sloppy. I didn't have as much time to write.

NEXT UPDATE: (hopefully) 1/3/14

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