On Our Own
Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day (forgive me if green day is one word...I'm a newbie. :))
Gazzy
I walked, the dim light of the warehouse casting large, looming shadows over the cold slate floor. I was silent; they could be anywhere. I heard a hushed growling from my left, and I struck blindly. My fist made contact, and the thump of the falling made me smile. A scream split the air. Angel! I ran with almost inhuman speed to the direction of the scream. Angel; still only 13, was held on each side by a strange type of mutant. They were covered in metal-like plating which shined brightly. Their laughs were like metal scraping across a floor. I bridled my anger.
"Let her go!" I yelled. They exchanged an arrogant look between them. Big mistake. I unleashed my latest volley of kicks to their faces, making them toss Angel to the ground, who flicked her wings out and began searching the area for others.
Smart girl.
My hands were bloody by the time that I was done. Mutant blood, not my own, stained my hands. I sighed. The mutants probably didn't know that they had a choice to not follow orders. After us and a few others, the School programmed their creations to follow orders without question. Like Dylan, my mind added. I shooed the thought away. Angel returned. Her blond curls stuck to her neck, and her blue eyes were almost otherworldly. She had her hand on her hip.
"No one else, Gazz." she said. I nodded, making a quick sweep across the room with my eyes. Angel laughed.
"What are you doing? Don't you trust me?" she asked, though she could've just read my mind.
"I trust you; I just want you to be safe, Angel. We don't have..."
I stopped myself before I could say it.
"Max. I know, Gazzy. I know." Angel finished. I pulled a half-eaten doughnut from my coat pocket. I shoved it towards her.
"Eat. We'll be safe here for a while." I commanded briskly, shedding the coat to the ground for her to sleep on. I had to protect her, my sister. It was my job.
Gazzy?
Angel's quiet voice pierced my mind.
"Yeah?" I answered out loud.
Max loved us. Even though we're on our own, she's been watching us.
I couldn't stop a wave of memories: good and bad, from flooding my mind.
"Really? Where! Angel?" I launched a round of questions at my sister before I looked at her. She was sleeping, dreams having crept up on the younger girl. She looked so peaceful. I sighed. She would probably be up in a few minutes with the nightmares. The nightmares about Max dying, about her being captured and slowly tortured. I know because I had them, too. We all had them after Max vanished. Sometimes I wish that Max knew, other times I wished that she didn't, because she'd never want to cause us pain. But she was on her own now, as were we. Sometimes I wish we weren't, but only for one reason.
We need you, Max.