Hey everyone. I've been waiting for this chapter for a while. I rushed to finish it before 1) school started, and 2) before we got hit by the hurricane and possibly lost power.
Fang: Hurricanes are not fun.
Me: Oh yeah, I found Fang!
Fang: I was in the back yard, right where I'd told you I'd be! And you said OK!
Me: That's what they all say.
Fang: No it isn't.
Me: Okay, whatever. You're still being punished. Part 1 of the punishment is no bacon for a month, -laughs evilly-
Fang: And part 2?
Me: You'll see at the end of the chapter.
Shout-out to: galeprimrue
I was amazed. For such a large helicopter, I was amazed it didn't have any doors, other than for the pilot. We all had comfy seats with straps, but the cabin was always open. Which made escaping a lot easier if we needed to.
The landscape changed very quickly, and, after only an hour, I could already see the skyline of LA. The Doomsday Group's next target.
The next thing I knew, we were falling right out of the sky. A loud explosion overhead rocked the already unstable cage of death. Flames flashed by the opening and a quick glance showed a bullet hole straight through the pilot's head, his body leaning on the control panels in the cockpit. We only had a minute, maybe less, before we crashed. "U and A! U and A!" I screamed, ready to jump out of the falling helicopter. The field below us was filling quickly with DG mutants. There were tiger mutants, snake and lizard mutants, and some ordinary looking people, but I'd be foolish to think they were.
"Wait!" Star called out, seeing me leaning on the edge. "What about us?" She asked, pointing to herself, Kate, Ratchet and Holden.
I paused to think. We didn't have enough time! "Fang, Take Holden. I'll take Kate, Maya get Ratchet, and Dylan, get Star. Now go!" No sooner than I finished, gunfire erupted. A bullet nearly hit me. I grabbed Kate, and jumped.
The extra load was weighing me down, and I was falling way too fast. I started flapping my wings vigorously, and the strain felt like they were being yanked out of my back.
"Hold on," I warned. I started flying straight up at full speed – my full speed. Finally, I was gaining altitude, enough to make a safer landing. I just hoped it would be enough.
Around me, Fang and Dylan were doing the same. I turned around, and started descending towards the clearing, bullets whizzing by my face.
As I neared the ground, I told Kate to start running. When her feet were a foot away, I let go of her and she starting running smoothly, and knocked the gun out of a mutant's hand. I kept flying, straight into a lion hybrid's chest, sending it flying backwards into another mutant, starting the domino effect. I had taken out at least 20 mutants in one hit. Which left us with about 1 freaking thousand more.
The rest of the Flock landed around me, and we started getting to work. Some were armed, some weren't, but very few of them were very well trained in fighting.
Some of them seemed pointless, in fighting, and even in creating. Almost as if they were made just to see if it was possible.
Because it was so crowded, it was very easy to take out multiple mutants with a single hit. Part of me wondered if this was intended, for us to become so tired taking out most of the mutants, and being finished off after.
My first targets were the mutants with gun. A quick chop to the wrists, and an elbow to the neck. I really didn't want to kill them, but I didn't entirely have a choice. I tried my best to spare their lives, but it was literally hit or miss.
Before long, more than half the mutants were on the ground, unconscious. I felt myself becoming increasingly tired. By the time we were finished, I'd be completely exhausted. I had no idea how we were going to get back without a ride.
I punched a mutant in the face when I heard the blades of a helicopter coming in from the distance. I tried to ignore it, and kept fighting. Before long, it was right overhead, and ropes fell to the ground. Uh-oh. Mutants started sliding down, ready to join the fight. At least 100 had come down when someone started spraying bullets at the lines, picking off multiple mutants before the ropes were severed. A few tried to jump out, but just went splat when they hit the ground. The rest learned, and just stayed put. Despite it being completely ineffective, the helicopter lingered.
The mutants that had just come out of the helicopter were a bit stronger than the ones we'd been fighting. And when I say a bit, I mean just barely. These mutants did more than sit around and give a weak slap. No, instead, they gave long, exaggerated, yet powerful punches, that were easy to dodge, and took out others instead. One quick hit to the gut took them out instantly.
Before long, there were 50 mutants left, total, and the helicopter was still there. A lady parachuted out of it, and it flew away. A quick glance in between punches revealed that it was Beth, that DG organizer from Paris. Another punch, another five down. Man, I could barely stand now. Roundhouse kick takes out 12. There were only six mutants left, plus Beth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fang walk over to her, looking furious. He punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground. He stood over her, contemplating over what to do to her next. He went to stomp on her face when she pulled out the gun. A fair-sized pistol, and she aimed it right at Fang's face.
The gun went off before any of us knew what was happening, or had time to react. Where Fang's head had once been was now a bloody pulp. I was in a rage. I ran over to a laughing Beth, ready to rip her head off with my bear hands. Before I got to her, she turned the gun around and shot herself in the head. This lady, who had killed hundreds, maybe thousands, was dead. But so was my soul mate. Fang was gone for good, and there was no getting him back.
Fang: Seriously? You really killed me off?
Me: -nods-
Fang: Just to punish me?
Me: -nods-
Fang: You are messed up.
Me: Eh, I was gonna do it anyways. Now I just have an excuse! –grins-
See you next chapter – review?
-MaximumX and Fang