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Save The World? Maybe. Change it? Without A Doubt.
Chapter 1: Kill The Enemy
The scene was chaos at its finest. A glass vial shattered, green liquid pouring out. Smoke drifted up from the acidic substance. And that's when all hell broke loose. Sirens. Flashing red lights, and the smoke from the liquid was making her vision swim. So wavy everything seemed distorted.
"Breach, sector V section 13. Breach! All staff report to Sector V section 13!" A woman, loud and clear on an overhead speaker. And then there was the sound of pounding footsteps, dogs baying and barking in the distance. Faint, but getting louder each second, getting closer. A woman screaming, a man bellowing out orders so fast they were almost unintelligible. There was fumbling on the part of the younger children, then the door burst open. They were rushed, and there was blood everywhere.
Fists were flying, kicking, punching, people were groaning out loud. And Max could just picture the nuns, all in black and white, each identical to the next. They stood in rows upon rows, hundreds of thousands of them, and you can't tell a single one apart. Drums are pounding through her veins, and she can hear them, almost see them in her mind's eye, lifting their voices and their hands to the one they call God. Clear, strong sounds, pouring forth from them and combining together into one insane twisted melody. She could fell the dogs tearing at her, but the pain didn't register.
All she could hear, were the nuns, see the hollow eyes of ones long lost and lonely, all joined in the same compatible misery. She hit, bit, head butted, anything to get out, to survive. The enemy was closing in so fast. The nuns were louder, the drums stronger. She saw them joining hands, their voices intermingling to perform one perfect note. Single and yet divided into many, so loud it drowned out anything else. It was her blood, her soul, her mind, her body, perversions of all three. It drove her to be quicker, smarter, faster, stronger. It was pounded into her.
Live. Survive. Kill the enemy.
Live. Survive. Kill the enemy.
Live. Survive. Kill the enemy.
And that's when she screamed.
Her hair whipped around her in an invisible wind, and out of her scream you could almost hear words. The voices of many, combining into one. Screams of horror filled her senses, and she was overloaded.
She laughed.
Everything was fading away, she was giving up power to something much bigger than herself. She was terrified, but in a detached way. She was burning alive from the inside out, and she didn't know how. Her mouth wouldn't move from its scream, her throat rubbed raw from the intense noise. She thought she was going to die. She was being drowned, smothered, devoured, the sacrifice to the nuns, she could just see it now. And they would rejoice in the fact that someone died so they could live longer. And oh, as they rise to a crescendo, she rises with them. Her wings don't move, but her body does, her mind does.
Her feet aren't touching the ground.
Her eyes open, forcefully, and she's breathing again. Her eyes glow a fierce red, no pupils, there is nothing else in them. She is filled with a burning desire, one that courses through not her body but her soul. Her everlasting being is filled with this rabid power, and she does not like being caged.
Her sole purpose now: Live. Survive. Kill the enemy. Protect your own, keep them safe, take them away. Kill the enemy.
Her body does not allow her to stop, she simply gives it her control, she will not fight. She lets the nuns and the higher forces do that for her now, an angel of the worst kind. She is but a vessel for power, what purpose she stands for, she does not know, but she will not obey it. She refuses. She rebels. For once in her life, Maximum Ride is disobeying the rules. She closes her blood colored eyes, and lets her fists fall free, while she smiles a feral smile. She savors the feeling of having actual control, over scientists who think they can play God, who gave her wings, a touch of freedom in a cage. She coils herself up, ready to strike. Her mind expands, and she doesn't know what it will do, but it could quite possibly kill them all.
They hurt me. They hurt my flock. I am powerful now, I am power. They die.
Then she heard it.
"Maximum. That is enough. Stop."
She doesn't even consider listening.