Brilliant
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(A/N: Well, I'm sorry. I'm going out for the weekend with my crush and my friends (:D) and I know this isn't my best. But tell you what. February 22, my little sister's birthday, I'll write you a depressing chappie turned heartfelt family moment. It's coming. And I promise it'll be more than 2,000 words. Deal?
Ari
My team and I nodded in signal, quickly diving into the icy depths. Normal humans and even normal mutants wouldn't be able to withstand the frigid temperatures, but we had been adapted again. We slipped into the black, swirling water, feeling the cold rack our bodies as we sped through the water. We broke the surface. Ice splintered and cracked as we hauled ourselves onto it. Nearby, the bird kids rested. Cautiously, I drew a thin needle from the container. Its metal glinted in the sunlight, the liquid that tipped its end glowed violet. The other members of my team sprinted forward, each in turn unfolding their wings in uplift. We rose into the sky, assassins in the making. Our mission was bigger than the Flock. They didn't know when the end of the world would be, but we did. And only we could survive. I didn't care about the weak lives, but millions of mutants would die, too. Thousands didn't even know that they were experimented on. But we can do it wirelessly, painlessly. They couldn't even use their powers until we activated them. They might have a touch of a fear of their powers, to keep them from trying anything. The first girl we activated, only yesterday was with us. We had posed as new kids down the block…..
"Wanna go try the new rock climbing place down the street?" asked Regas, one of the members on the team. The girl shirked back.
"Ah, no….fear of heights."
"C'mon, don't you want to try out those?" I pointed at her back. From her tan skin were two slender brown wings, useless until flying. The girl, who was wiser than her years, smirked.
"Sure."
If they refused, we took them. If they agreed to join the team, we escorted them to the study range, where they learned to use their powers properly. The girl, so shocked, had agreed to be on the team. She changed her name to Sparrow. Many of us kept our names, however, still not anxious to abandon our previous way of life. All the others were weaklings if they didn't change for the program. We would survive the tragedy of the world! The OneLight clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. But I did. Ari, the half-brother of Maximum Ride. I grimaced inwardly. Though association with the bird-girl did receive some respect, many still carried on that I had been shunned to this program. Sadly, the story had a ring of truth to it. Maximum Ride killed me. She didn't know at the time that I was her brother, but no matter. Murderous rage was a part of me now, by my own blood spilled. She thought that I was gone, dead, eliminated. How wrong she had been….
The snap of gunfire brought me from my thoughts. I rolled and tucked my wings in tight. Wind whistled past me. Icy tendrils of cloud smacked my face. I squinted my eyes as tiny snowflakes burst apart. The gunfire ceased. We were used to training on the job, fake killers sent to keep us on our toes. They had killed before on a whim. They never got punished because they simply weren't that important. In the next few weeks, thousands, no, millions of mutants over the world would discover their powers. And when the apocalypse dawned, they would be the only survivors. Not one trace or hint of pure humanity would remain. I smiled and climbed higher in the air. Humanity was flawed. Maximum Ride might survive, but not for long. She was almost a pure human, not mutated enough to realize her folly. I could change that. In the days to come, much would change. Completing my mission, I pressed a small spray of airborne mutation viruses through the air. The heavily populated city would be only 2% infected. The virus would only attach to those that were the strongest, the most capable. For that reason, we will endure. Past the terrors and horrors of the weeks to come, we would survive.
Who knew that one Flyboy, scalding in his own banishment, could be so brilliant?