Begun/Started
Song: Blackout by BreatheCarolina
(A/N: Happy 2012, guys! :) Thanks for supporting me in 2011...2012 is gonna be even better...remember to nominate for Fanfic awards if you think this story deserves them! :) )
The superior eyes of the assasin glared intently at their target. Subject Eleven, preparing to die unknowingly. The assasin inhaled silently before aiming. But the child sensed the thoughts of this killer. She turned and tapped the leader's shoulder with her snow-white wing. The leader's chocolate brown eyes widened a moment before a shadow clouded her face, giving her a hellion's murderous expression. And though the killer was robotic, he suddenly found himself fearful.
Max
I lurched backwards, suceeding in a backroll. The maneuver caught the attention of Fang, and for a moment, our eyes met. Then he turned and directed the Flock in what to do.
"Iggy, Fifty degree downfall followed by a ninety degree pin-turn into the window. Some are glassed, others not. Be prepared."
The blind teenager nodded, understanding the sheer dangerousness of a mistake or variation in doing apart from the directions given to him. I scanned the few nonglassed windows on the partly-built parking garage. It was like he ran...on purpose. Usually, these type of wahoos didn't run until we had clearly defeated them.
Weird.
The aissailant had vacated from where he was earlier, but I spotted a flash of black clothing through one window. Then another. And another.
There was only one option now: The creepsters weren't just one, but many. I smiled. It had been a while since we had been deemed worthy of a whole flotilla of armed assailants. For whatever reason, we had been graced with them now.
It was a relief...almost.
I narrowed my eyes, spotting the one holding a sniper like the one that had targeted Angel. In a moment or less, I shot through a window, glass shattering all around. I wasn't effected because I had curled my wings in tight, like a bird-kid burrito. Silence resounded throughout the concrete walls until a fist flew at my face. Hopping aside, I landed a blow at the enemy. He had dropped his contraband weapon, and was now sneering at me. But that's not what I noticed.
He was an M-Geek from so long ago. I knew how to deal with this. I smashed my hand in a slice on the top of his head. The warrior grimaced, but nothing happened. Usually, their skulls split open and exploded into metallic strips and guts. I tried the other weakness. The tip of my foot hit solid metal where their ankles were. Pain shot up my leg, and I swore under my breath. The enemy had slacked on their defense, but I wanted a challenge.
"So, ugly, you're version five-point-oh, huh?" I taunted. It growled deep in its throat and shifted sideways. I smiled and landed a blow in its chest, followed by another. The M-Geek crumpled, but another took its unwanted presence. Before I could panic and shout out for backup, Fang's graceful shadow slipped in. He took down three on his landing. I nodded thanks. Soon, all that remained of the M-Geeks was a pile of smooshy organs and blood-splattered metal.
Okay, Pause.
My life had been normal up to that point. We were even making plans to do another CSM air show. I had winced at the memory of The Red-Haired Wonder, but had reluctantly agreed to avoid being left behind. This was the first attack.
But not the last.
Fast-forward three days, and we were on the run in NYC.
My arms were pumping by my sides, and cold air stung my skin and made me shiver. Drying blood caked on my arms, and my hair was matted from running. My wing was sprained, but would be okay if I could only take off. I was in a tunnel, with the Flock, trailed by a whole mess of attackers. Flyboys, M-Geeks, and all the others snarled behind us. I didn't care. They couldn't defeat us as soon as the air met us again. The stench of car fumes burned in my eyes and made me cough. But then the tunnel ended. Hastily, I shot into the air and took roll-call, making sure that none of the nasties had held on for dear life. They hadn't dared to challenge the Flock in our advantageous territory: the air. Even the Flyboys remained grounded. I sighed, focusing on each Flock member for serious injuries. None. Just the usual round of bloody noses and bruises, with an exception on Fang. A shallow slice traced across his cheek, cutting a line down to his chin. I raised my eyebrows in question. In response or defense, Fang turned away.
The moment of calm didn't last. Dark eved and it was soon chilly. Our wings were exhaused after hovering for hours. I couldn't detect any more danger, so we began dropping to the ground. A battle cry echoed into our ears, and adrenaline seeped into our veins. I raced forward, making sure that all of my family was here. As they were, I rolled my eyes at the enemy making an attempt. But a few of the airbourne looked slimmer, more streamlined. Flying M-Geeks?
I gave Nudge my best WTH? look. She shrugged and increased her speed. But then they begin falling. Speeding towards the ground and fading out of view. All except one, which fell victim to a billboard. They may have been updated, but they still weren't that intelligent. I waited a minute or two, then slowed. They were gone for now. Shouts and cheers split my hearing. Iggy looked pained, trying to block out the noise with his hands. My head whipped this way and that searching for the source. Then my eyes fell downward. Thousands of people were all clustered around a large, metallic ball. Then I realized what the hubbub was all about. It was December 31st. Tomorrow was New Years. I guess that we had been on the run for so long...
And this was Times Square. The Flock and I landed on the tip top of a building in of the event. Four minutes to go. Nudge and Angel began singing Justin Bieber, wanting to start the year like that. Gazzy and Iggy watched the deep sky for fireworks. And I just sat, alone in my thoughts. An announcer boomed that there was one minute until the ball would drop. Fang, dark and silent, appeared beside me.
"Max...today was fun." he said. I laughed before gently tracing the slice on his cheek. He winced then focused on me. His eyes were fathomless. I would never know what he was thinking. The croud erupted into words.
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
One...
Fang's lips crashed onto mine, his strong arms wrapping around me until I could barely breathe. Though I didn't want to, anyway. My brain fizzed out and shortwired. The ball dropped, and everyone shouted. It dawned on me about how perfect and amazing Fang was, and how I could never, ever be with anyone else my whole life.
I pulled back after a while, practically gasping for breath. Fang's warm body was pressed against mine, spreading heat into my exposed skin. My shirt was in shreds from the attacks, the bottom frayed and torn. But it didn't matter. On one of the screens, people proposed and exchanged cheesy, planned hugs and kisses with their new fiancees. The Flock was strong, on the run, and infincable. And best of all, I had him. Fang, the boy I loved more than anyone or anything else in the world. My best friend, my worst enemy, the strongest person I know. And he loved me...
And the year had only just begun.
From a shaded window, Chu stared at the Flock. Perched on the top of a building, the two leaders kissed. He smiled grimly. A simple weakness. They couldn't live without each other. Footsteps clacked up to him. Chu turned to face turquoise eyes and streaked honey hair. And best of all...a wingspan filling the room. The adolescent spoke, a lilting voice to soothe all Max's fears.
"Where are we going?"
Beside him, Dr. Gunther-Haagan called to Chu.
"Ready when you are."
Chu smiled...inwardly, this time. This plan would not fail.
It had only just started.