Sorry this took so long guys, I was on vacation! Anyway, just a warning this is long and there are a lot of P.O.V. changes. The babies are born this chapter and I wrote Melee's P.O.V., but it got deleted, so please forgive me that it's not here!
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We Raise Our Fists
What do we do when the enemy knocks? What do we do when we are pushed to the corner? What do we do when there is no other way? What do we do when it's fight or die? What do we do when the sacrifice means more than us ourselves? What do we do when we look into the eyes of hatred? What do we do on those days when the sun just won't shine? What do we do when it's to late? What do we do when a punch is thrown? What do we do when the first black eye is planted? What do we do when we aren't sure if we can go on? What do we do when life loses its glory of living? What do we do in the hands of evil? What do we do when death's cold hand wraps around our throat, threatening our demise?
We raise our fists…
(I'm going to state random things here!)
luchar escena
{"fight scene" in Spanish}
Ryan's P.O.V.
'Oh gosh…' was the only thing I could think. We had been fighting for some time. Two, two and a half hours? I don't really remember. After you've fought for so long it's like everything was slow...but it moves by so fast. It was hard to explain. I can't even begin to describe my wounds. None of them are fatal though, thank goodness.
An Eraser had me by the throat, you know, the typical story for us bird kids.
I squirmed and tossed, trying to rip his hands off my neck. It was not working. I brought my knees up and wedged them between the Eraser and I. With all my might I forced my legs to open straight, prying me away from the beast. I fell to the ground with a thud, loosing my breath and causing my vision to swirl.
Next thing I knew I was jerked back up and a cold, smooth blade sheared the skin off a section of my forearm. I cried out in pain, frustration, and defeat. I was tired, I was hurt, and I was mad.
With one last, swift movement of my hand I could feel rock only a few feet away. I held my breath and flicked my wrist, causing a shard of flint to break up out of the ground and lodge itself into the Eraser's back. When a sickening, yet pleasing, slicing noise echoes out I smile devilishly, blood pouring into my mouth from my busted nose.
The Eraser howls in pain and drops me. He falls forward, on top of me. His eyes were cold and lifeless, like his soul had been drained out. He was dead. I quickly shoved the body off of me. I rolled to my feet, scanning the scene for my next target.
The earth rumbled beneath me and I could feel the warm, red crimson blood dripping down my arm. It rolled off my fingertips and dripped to stain the grass. Blood wasn't going to stop me.
I wasn't going to stop. Not today. Not tomorrow. Never.
Selene means "moon" in Greek.
Selene's P.O.V.
My head whipped around at the sound of an ear splitting scream. My hair blocked my view. That little look was a bad mistake. I was decked, hard.
As I fell to the dirt, I realized that I could end up not getting out of this alive. To tell the truth, that little possibility scared me. It was repeatedly ringing in my head.
The person set their foot down on my chest, making me wheeze. I was burning on the inside. It was the thing keeping me alive right now. Like a little fire was dwelling in the depths of my will to live. If I wanted to get out alive I had to hold on with all I had. I had to keep fighting. This person, this freak, had red eyes. Yes, red eyes. Their hair was pitch black and their skin was pale white. It was like an emo piece of paper was attacking me. The person could only stay out when the sun masked the clouds. The light hurt them, bad.
"Goodbye," the boy's voice came out raspy and harsh. I grinned and teleported behind him, landing a perfectly executed roundhouse kick to his spine. There was no crack, however, and the boy just fell forward.
I was about to attack again when a pair of arms wrapped around me and pulled me up off my feet. A shrill cry escaped my lips as I thrashed.
"No use," the voice whispered in my ear. It was an Eraser. I was sure, considering the fact that fur sprouted on the arms. Again I teleported, this time to the right of my attacker. I brought my foot up and rested it right under his ribs. Hurriedly latching onto the Eraser's arm I pulled, hard, and pushed off with my foot. I winced at the loud pop that erupted from the beast's shoulder. It was dislocated and I let go, planning what to do next as the Eraser yelped and screamed.
"Twist the neck," a voice chirped behind me. Gazzy?
"Sure…"
boom
/bo͞om/
Noun: A loud, deep, resonant sound.A period of great prosperity or rapid economic growth.A long pole or rod, in particular.
Verb: Make a loud, deep, resonant sound: "thunder boomed in the sky".Enjoy a period of great prosperity or rapid economic growth: "business is booming".
Synonyms: thunder - roar - rumble
Gazzy's P.O.V.
I was tossing bombs everywhere. I think my grand total so far was 20 Erasers, which was pretty good. They just kept coming.
I pulled out a bottle rocket, a deadly bottle rocket, and shot it at a rather big burly wolf man. It hit him and on impact it exploded, leaving a large gaping hole in his chest.
I stood still for a second, feeling the pain from the tiny gash on my shoulder as I pulled out my next bomb. It was like one of those snap 'n pops, or snap dragons, y'know whatever you want to call those things that you throw on the ground that pop on the Fourth of July. Anyway, it was a giant one of those. Pretty cool, right? It's deadly though, so it probably wouldn't be smart of me to just throw it on the ground. You don't want that much gunpowder near you.
An Eraser rushed forward, wielding a measly little hand gun. I threw my bomb like it was a snowball. It hit at the beast's stomach and detonated, throwing innards my way. I held up my arm to protect my face. I honestly thought it couldn't get much worse than this. I peeled a piece of intestine off my sleeve and gagged. But I must say, that was pretty awesome.
I stumbled back and saw Selene staring wide eyed at an Eraser.
"Twist the neck!" I tried, wanting as many of these things to die as possible.
"Sure," She shrugged and unfolded her wings, rising over the Eraser. Her feet swung down and latched on either side of the beast's head. She spun in a circle, her feet sliding up under the wolf man's jaws, and twisted.
"Sweet," I breathed in awe as the bulky figure dropped. She had her teeth gritted and her fists dangling beside her.
I held out another bomb, ready to test it out.
Yup, this totally was an epic gore fest!
εїз {butterfly}
Sparks' P.O.V.
I was pushed under, claws sinking in my neck. A scream erupted from my throat as I felt myself sinking out of reality. I was flat on my back, no where to run and no way of getting out easy. I brought up my knees in one last defensive attack, I could feel the Eraser's weight being lifted off me.
Now what?
My brain was on survival mode. I clasped my hands together and swung at the Eraser's head. As I beat my fists into the side of his temple I happened to catch him off guard and I rolled out from under him and pushed myself to my feet.
I decided to run. My feet pounded on the earth below as my arms pumped at my sides. I hurdled dead bodies in my attempt to get away. The Eraser was chasing me, and gaining on me. I had sprained my ankle some time ago, so I wasn't as fast as I should've been. When I could hear the Eraser's pants for air behind me I snapped open my ebony wings and took a leap into the air. It grabbed my ankle. I looked down and turned so I was on my back in the air. I slammed my heel down on its nose. The grip loosened and I jerked out of his hands and turned back to the sky. I though I was free for the moment. I thought I was safe. Then a winged figure crashed into me. A Dark Angel.
•Ostriches stick their heads in the sand to look for water
•Only male turkeys (Toms) gobble, females make a clicking noise.
•Turkeys will peck to death members of the flock that are physically inferior or different.
•Unlike humans, canaries can regenerate their brain cells.
•Over 1000 birds a year die from smashing into windows.
•A hummingbird's heart beats 1,260 times per minute.
•Flamingos lay their eggs on top of volcano-shaped nests made of mud.
•Penguins can jump as high as 6 feet in the air.
•California condors can fly 10 miles without flapping their wings.
•The ostrich yolk is the largest single cell in the world.
•In Miami, Florida, roosting vultures have taken to snatching poodles from rooftop patios.
•Bird droppings are the chief export of Nauru, an island nation in the western Pacific.
•The waste produced by one chicken in its lifetime can supply enough electricity to run a 100 watt bulb for five hours.
•An eagle can kill a young deer and fly away with it.
•The pouch under a pelican's bill holds up to 25 pounds of fish and water.
{I own nothing in these random facts boxes}
Fang's P.O.V.
I ducked under a kick sent from one of these freaky red eyed Dark Angels. He decided to take the fight to the air and I followed, wanting to end this. He swiped out a knife, or a sword. I don't really know. The blade was long though and he slashed at my wings. It caught and tore away some secondary feathers. They drifted down, coated in blood. One thing I didn't want to see was blood, and there running down my wing was a thick line of it. This creep was dead. I kicked him, my foot landing in the center of his chest. I knew the air was going to be knocked out of him, so I decided to try to knock out his wings. I pulled my wings in and dove for his, catching the tip. My wings unfolded quickly, allowing me to have time to do what I did next. The main bone on the arc of our wing is majorly important and hollow, as you already know, so when I brought it down over my knee to break it there was in fact a crunch. I broke this his wing. He didn't scream, just plummeted.
That's what he got for screwing with my family.
I should be in there with Max, holding her hand. I should be there to cradle our newborn baby, but the world just wouldn't let us get off easy for once.
The Dark Angel crashed into Sparks. She screamed in surprise and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back until it popped. She let go and watched him fall the rest of the way. She threw her arms up in the air, celebrating her amazing feat. I only landed and attacked the next Eraser, not knowing if we could fend off this army, but heck was I gonna try.
To break me is to kill me. I wouldn't give in to exhaustion.
Q: What has a foot but no legs?
A: A snail
Q: Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
A: Nothing
Q: What comes down but never goes up?
A: Rain
Q: I'm tall when I'm young and I'm short when I'm old. What am I?
A: A candle
Q: Mary's father has 5 daughters – Nana, Nene, Nini, Nono. What is the fifth daughters name?
A: If you answered Nunu, you are wrong. It's Mary!
Q: How can a pants pocket be empty and still have something in it?
A: It can have a hole in it.
Q: In a one-story pink house, there was a pink person, a pink cat, a pink fish, a pink computer, a pink chair, a pink table, a pink telephone, a pink shower– everything was pink!
What color were the stairs?
A: There weren't any stairs, it was a one story house!
A dad and his son were riding their bikes and crashed. Two ambulances came and took them to different hospitals. The man's son was in the operating room and the doctor said, "I can't operate on you. You're my son."
How is that possible?
A: The doctor is his mom!
Q: What goes up when rain comes down?
A: An umbrella!
Q: What is the longest word in the dictionary?
A: Smiles, because there is a mile between each 's'
Q: If I drink, I die. If i eat, I am fine. What am I?
A: A fire!
Q: Throw away the outside and cook the inside, then eat the outside and throw away the inside. What is it?
A: Corn on the cob, because you throw away the husk, cook and eat the kernels, and throw away the cob.
Q: What word becomes shorter when you add two letters to it?
A: Short
Q: What travels around the world but stays in one spot?
A: A stamp!
Q: What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment and never in one thousand years?
A: The letter M
Q: What has 4 eyes but can't see?
A: Mississippi
Q: If I have it, I don't share it. If I share it, I don't have it. What is it?
A: A Secret.
Q: Take away my first letter, and I still sound the same. Take away my last letter, I still sound the same. Even take away my letter in the middle, I will still sound the same. I am a five letter word. What am I?
A: EMPTY
Q: What has hands but can not clap?
A: A clock
Q: What can you catch but not throw?
A: A cold.
Q: A house has 4 walls. All of the walls are facing south, and a bear is circling the house. What color is the bear?
A: The house is on the north pole, so the bear is white.
Q: What is at the end of a rainbow?
A: The letter W!
Q: What is as light as a feather, but even the world's strongest man couldn't hold it for more than a minute?
A: His breath!
Q: What starts with the letter "t", is filled with "t" and ends in "t"?
A: A teapot!
Q: What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
A: Silence.
Q: You walk into a room with a match, a karosene lamp, a candle, and a fireplace. Which do you light first?
A: The match.
Q: A man was driving his truck. His lights were not on. The moon was not out. Up ahead, a woman was crossing the street. How did he see her?
A: It was a bright and sunny day!
Q: What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?
A: A palm!
Q: If an electric train is travelling south, which way is the smoke going?
A: There is no smoke, it's an electric train!
Q: You draw a line. Without touching it, how do you make the line longer?
A: You draw a shorter line next to it, and it becomes the longer line.
Q: What has one eye but cannot see?
A: A needle
Q: A man leaves home and turns left three times, only to return home facing two men wearing masks. Who are those two men?
A: A Catcher and Umpire.
Q: Which weighs more, a pound of feathers or a pound of bricks?
A: Neither, they both weigh one pound!
Q: How many months have 28 days?
A: All 12 months!
Q: A frog jumped into a pot of cream and started treading. He soon felt something solid under his feet and was able to hop out of the pot. What did the frog feel under his feet?
A: The frog felt butter under his feet, because he churned the cream and made butter.
Q: A horse is on a 24 foot chain and wants an apple that is 26 feet away. How can the horse get to the apple?
A: The chain is not attached to anything.
Q: If a blue house is made out of blue bricks, a yellow house is made out of yellow bricks and a pink house is made out of pink bricks, what is a green house made of?
A: Glass
Q: What goes up a chimney down but can't come down a chimney up?
A: an umberella
Q: We see it once in a year, twice in a week, and never in a day. What is it?
A: The letter "E"
Q: Mr. Blue lives in the blue house, Mr. Pink lives in the pink house, and Mr. Brown lives in the brown house. Who lives in the white house?
A: The president!
Q: They come out at night without being called, and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
A: Stars!
Q: How do you make the number one disappear?
A: Add the letter G and it's "GONE"
Q; What goes up but never comes down?
A: Your age!
{I own none of these I got them from a website}
Nudge's P.O.V.
This was great. Just perfect. I was coated in mud and I felt all sticky. My new shirt was ruined and my hair was jumbled. A fist collided with my face. A big, fury, not well maintained fist.
I practically fell, but in style, to the ground holding my jaw. I mean, that was a hard punch. I decided my perfectly manicured nails would have to deal with my next move. As the Eraser dove to grab my neck I gouged his eyes. It howled in pain and I threw myself back to my feet and kicked it, causing the beast to go to his knees.
"This is for ruining my name brand clothes!" I cried as I shove him and he rolled to his back.
"And this is for punching me!" I snapped as I landed my foot down on his chest, hopefully breaking some ribs.
"And this…" I started as I lifted my foot, "this is for all those times when you and your little friends caused me pain!" I dropped my foot on his crotch and spun around, strutting away feeling proud of myself. That was until the next idiot decided to whack me in the head with the stock of their gun. I was dazed momentarily and I lost my footing. The Eraser shot me, the bullet lodged itself in my thigh and I gasped. As I regained my breath I let out a shrill scream.
ANGEL=
1 a : a spiritual being superior tohumans in power and intelligence
b plural : an order of angels — seecelestial hierarchy
2 : an attendant spirit or guardian
3 : a usually white-robed winged figure of human form in fine art
4 : messenger, harbinger angel of death
5 : a person like an angel (as in looks or behavior)
6 : Christian Science : inspiration from God
7 : one (as a backer of a theatrical venture) who aids or supports with money or influence
8 : angelfish
{yup, this is from the dictionary}
Angel's P.O.V.
24 and I were actually inside. After the first hour or so Fang told us to go in. I was currently killing Erasers through the window with my mind. 24 just looked bored, she was braiding her pure white hair. Her apple green eyes focused out the window and she pointed. I followed her finger and sure enough Nudge was laying on the ground, the barrel of a gun at her temple.
"We've got to do so something!" 24 cried.
"I-I can't pick out his mind!" I panicked. It was hard to decipher through all the thoughts, but I couldn't find the one Eraser's thoughts. I couldn't pick them out from the the others.
"Lets go!" 24 yelled, unlocking the door and rushing out. I followed, closing the door behind me. We were running to Nudge when we were both grabbed. Night herself had me. Carl, or Eris, had 24.
I tried to push the thought of suicide at Night, but she didn't transmit any thoughts. Her mind was foggy and blurred.
'Oh gosh NO!' 24 shrieked in her head. I glanced over and Eris had a knife out and was carving into 24's collar bone. She was struggling, making him cut deeper. He hit bone and I winced. 24 was crying. Tears poured down her cheeks.
'Stay calm…' I thought to her, but I knew it was no use. I turned back to Night, who brought a powerful punch down on my face. I spit blood. What did we get ourselves into?
24: 2 cartons of eggs
24: 12x2, 2x12, 4x6, 6x4
24: hours in a day
24's P.O.V.
'Oh gosh NO!' I screamed in my head. My lip trembled as Eris made another cut. He was torturing me.
"P-Please stop!" I squeaked as tears ran over the brim of my eyes.
He ignored and gripped tighter to the pocket knife.
I had to get out of here. I had to soon or I'd be a dead girl.
Think...think...what could kill a Dark Angel? What could kill a Dark Angel?! What did Gwen tell me that one time…? What did she tell me? They didn't like light? Was that it?
They didn't like light!
My fingers curled into my palms, forming a tight fist.
I forced my power on full blown, causing light to shine. I could feel it warming my hands.
"Ready to die?" Eris's voice was chilled and menacing.
"Only if you are!" I shouted as I punched with all my might and uncurled my fist to give him a face full of light. He literally hissed and hunkered down, letting go of me. I kept a focused beam of blue light on him. He ducked into the crowd of Erasers, fleeing me.
'A little help?' Angel whispered in my thoughts. I spun, ready to light Night up when I met a gruesome sight. Angel was already laying on the ground in a heap. She was trying to protect herself from Night's heavy, stomping feet, but nothing was working.
"Hey!" I called to Night. She stopped kicking Angel and tuned to look at me, her red eyes glowing with hatred.
Her eyes narrowed as she quietly said, "This one is worthless…" She raised her gun and aimed at my forehead.
"Suck on this!" I cried as I let the light land on Night. She hissed like a cat and held up her wing, trying to block off the rays. I didn't drop my beam as I moved closer. Night eventually gave up and ran in a quick sprint for the cover of the forest. That gave me time to go to Angel, who was already bruising and bleeding.
"Nudge…" she mumbled as she sat up, blood caked in her hair.
I glanced to where Nudge laid. The Eraser still towered over her. But there was hope, because coming over the little crest of the hill behind her was a big, red tractor that was spitting out exhaust. Driving it was no other than Hillbilly himself.
Hillbilly and Redneck were named after my two bottle baby lambs.
John Symbrog's P.O.V.
After the bird kids left the wolf men and that stupid Chinese doctor followed. They just punched me and left me laying on the floor. Those mutant freaks were strong, but you can't kill a farmer. I pulled myself to my feet and rushed outside to my old pickup truck. Quick as possible I threw myself in and started it up, praying it wouldn't die on me now. I stick-shifted it into reverse, recklessly pulling out and hitting a couple of cars behind me. I knew I could loose my license for this, but hey, I was only seventeen. I'd manage. Right now I was gonna make that guy pay for killing Redneck. I knew that there would be heck to pay, but that crossed my mind a little to late as I floored it right through a barbwire fence, dragging it along with me. I was speeding through a corn field, the corn hitting my windshield in repeated thumps. As I broke out on the other side I saw Mr. Smithens, an old farming neighbor of mine, sitting on his porch in that old rocking chair of his. Propped up beside of him was a twelve gage. When I came barreling out of his corn field he jumped to his feet and grabbed that dumb gun. I sped through his yard, trying to get back to the road. He peppered my tailgate in bullets as I gunned it to the highway.
Eventually I got my truck up to my own farm and I hopped out, not even caring to cut it off. I stuffed my Daddy's old pistol that I keep under the passenger seat down the front of my pants. As I ran to the barn I unhooked Bo. He barked and yelped as he followed, like we were going on a hunt. I grabbed my shotgun and threw it over my shoulder and climbed up on my big McCormick {A/N: yes McCormick. No John Deer! Tractors are red and grass is green!} tractor. The hay rake was still attached, but I guess I'd have to deal with that. I filled it up with fuel and drove it out of the barn, accidentally running over a few bales of hay.
Bo climbed on sat against my leg. I reached in the crack of the old broken seat where my Daddy used to stash his cigarettes. Sure enough I found one, and the old beaten lighter. I remembered the day Daddy left. I gritted my teeth and silently cussed. I was gonna go kill these freaks for Redneck. They'd pay. They'd learn that you don't mess with country and you don't provoke a cowboy.
'God forgive me…' I prayed.
The tractor spit and sputtered, the wheels rattling, as we inched up the hill. I could see those wolf men everywhere. I turned up the speed and the tractor puffed out more smoke.
"What the-" a wolf man looked up and gawked at me and the machine, but that's all he got out before I ran him over and he was crushed under the wheels.
"IT'S A TRACTOR, IDGIT!" I laughed as the hay rake pulled his squalling body along behind.
Yup, this is what I was looking for. One by one those beasts were plunged under this tractor. Bo barked and growled at some as we passed. Then I spotted the talkative one, Nudge, laying on the ground coated in mud like a pig on a rainy day. I put the tractor in park and jumped off, Bo tagging along.
"Hey," I yelled at the wolf man hovering over her. He turned, gun in hand. That's when I brought my steel-toed boot up into his knee cap. That didn't faze him much. He tackled me and pinned me. Next thing I knew he was sluggin' me and I was trying to push him off.
"God forgive you," I spit out between his strikes. He looked at me like I was plum mad.
"Bo! Death wish!" I cried out. Bo's ears perked up and he lunged, taking the wolf man's head between his jaws and sinking in his K-9's. I shot to my feet and pulled out the pistol, cocking it and pulling the trigger. The bullet hit perfectly in the man's heart. I was shaking now. I killed someone. It wasn't a good feeling. It was terrible. I killed a wolf man that didn't know Jesus. I didn't want him to die like that. I didn't want him to go to the lakes of fire.
I heard Nudge trying not to cry as she whimpered at a gunshot wound in her thigh. I offered her a hand and she took it. I hauled her up to her feet. She but her lip and I noticed all her other wounds. Pickin' her up bridal style, I hurried back to the tractor and set her in the seat. She was surprisingly light. I motioned Bo back up and hopped on myself.
"Nudge...your going to have to sit on the hood," I hurried.
"What?! Are you insane?!…" she started to blabber. I just rolled my eyes and picked her up, gently moving her to the front of the tractor. She sat on the hood, scared to death.
"Hold on!" I yelled over the sound of the tractor. I passed her the shotgun. She looked at me like I was insane. I only shrugged and grinned, running over another beast.
Yup, country is whoopin' butt!
I've practically run out of facts. Umm…the three primary colors are red, blue, and yellow.
Ella's P.O.V.
Mom told me to hurry and go get some medical supplies from the garage. I hurried out of the room and rushed through the house to the door leading to the garage. It was dark, so I flicked on the light.
Five Erasers were hiding in the garage, armed and ready to kill. I shrieked and slammed the door, throwing myself against it. They couldn't get in the house. They couldn't get to Max. Now is one of those times when I really wished I was a mutant because this sucks major. They started trying the open the door. I was to weak to hold it closed. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a crowbar propped against the wall in Iggy's room. He was probably using it to build some sort of bomb. I locked the door, hoping that the obstacle would give me some time. I sprinted into Iggy's room and grabbed the crowbar, turning on a hair to rush back to the door. By the time I got there they already had the door busted open. I squeaked and took the straight side and forced it at one's head. I almost barfed when it went through the Eraser's skull. I let go of the crowbar as his body slumped backwards, knocking the others back. I screamed again and stumbled back. The Erasers started to step through the door, but a loud bang in the basement made them turn around. My heart was pounding and I was shaking.
"Ella?" I heard Iggy call.
"H-Help…" I whispered, scared to death as I stared at the Erasers.
Hedgehogs like to swim.
Iggy's P.O.V.
Well, you know, I was kinda just fumbling around listening to every sound echoing through my ears and every once in a while pounding the crap out of someone.
That's when I heard Ella shriek. I ran in the direction of her scream. When my feet hit gravel I knew where I was. I hurried to the garage and found the door up. I slipped in after hearing a door break and Ella scream again.
"Ella?!" I called.
"H-Help…" I heard her squeak. My wings unfolded and my fists flew up.
"Iggy watch-" she warned. I heard heavy footsteps rush towards me. I swung to my right, luckily I hit something. It wasn't a body that I hit...I think it was a rack of shelves because stuff started falling. I tried to dodge but some stuff wrapped around me. Maybe a water hose…?
"We can kill this one, right?" I heard an Eraser ask as a pair of paws wrapped around my throat.
"It's not needed anymore…" another answered. Oh no…
I thought quick, grabbing the water hose and wrapping it around the Eraser's neck. Now it was a test to see who could strangle the fastest. I think I won because his grip loosened and I shook my self free of the hose. I set my feet, ready for the next blow. I got it alright, right to the gut.
"Iggy! There's a chainsaw at your feet!" Ella cried. I blindly, ha ha get it, searched in vain for the chainsaw. My hands landed on it finally. Lets just say I went 'Jason' on their hind ends. All I needed was a hockey mask.
"Is that it?" I asked over the sound of the clattering chain.
"You did it Iggy!" Ella's voice chirped. I cut the chainsaw off.
"Is it gory?!" I asked with a grin.
"I almost lost my lunch," She laughed.
Splendid.
It takes about 21+ days for a chicken egg to hatch.
Ebony's P.O.V.
We flew from Miami out across the North Atlantic Ocean, swinging back in around Virginia. From Virginia we inched our way to the eastern Tennessee/Kentucky borderline.
We were exhausted, our wings ached, and we weren't sure we could go on. Dylan kept screaming over his shoulder for us to keep moving. We were making good time. Great time.
And as we landed neatly in the yard of old cabin, the cave behind us, I had the instant urge to run. To run away. I was trapped…cornered, or so I felt. Erasers were everywhere, crowding in large groups and then dispersing again. Some were actually attacking, others were just standing there bored. But in all this chaos there was a fine line from where the good ended and the evil began. A ring around the small cabin was clear and evident. We rushed there as fast as possible in a close cluster, fending off a few foes on our way. As we broke through the invisible line I heard some cheers. There, in this mess, stood Fang. He was bloody from head to toe. They had been fighting for hours on end.
"What are you doing?!" Gwen shouted as she stepped out of the group. Fang had an expression of relief for a second, but only a second.
"We're tired and almost beaten. Our line of defense has started to slowly loose ground," he said, his voice raspy and hoarse.
"You moron! You should be in there holding Max's hand! What are you doing out here?!" Gwen tried to sound mad, like she was really scolding him, but her grin gave her act away. Fang stood there, maybe in shock that he actually got to take a break. That he actually got to go to Max. He acted like we weren't even there for a second.
"GO!" Gwen barked. He gave one of his rare smiles, I guess it was his way of saying thanks, and ran into the cabin.
"Alright, Migration! Listen up!" Dylan ordered.
"Flair, I want you to go out of the ring and start from the back, moving forward. Burn all you can," Dylan turned to her and spoke rather quickly.
"You got it. Roasted Erasers on the double!" She gave a nod.
"Storm, I want you flying overhead keeping tabs on everyone. Anyone who needs help you give it. Your the safety net."
"Cool," Storm opened his wings once again.
"And if…if I go down as second in command you take my place, got that?" It took a lot for Dylan to say that.
"You're not-" Storm protested.
"I said do you understand?!" Dylan cut him off. He shot Storm a glare filled with daggers.
"Yessir."
"Ok! Kale, I want you to go Hulk. Throw people, break people, whatever you gotta do. Guard. That. Door," Dylan moved his attention to the little blond headed, brown eyed body builder.
"Will do, captain!" Kale stood straight.
"Ebony, go see if they need help inside. If not then I want you to keep Jester out of harms way, preferably in the house. If you have to you can use your speed in a last attempt. If anything gets in that house that isn't winged you kill it."
Well I didn't like that order. I could fight!
"Uhh…" I started to protest.
"Great!" He pushed Jes into my arms. I only sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Alex, go inside for healing. Your going to be our first aid."
"Alright," she shrugged.
"Jace, your going to be…how do I put this? Your going to be our human shield. I want you to stay around here and do the regular old 'protect base', but if someone is being repeatedly shot you step in. You know, since you're, like, made of diamond."
"Yah, sure," Jace just had on a 'I'm itching for the action!' expression.
"Melee…well you know what to do," Dylan mumbled. Melee smirked and nodded.
"Ice, freeze 'em and what not."
"You got it," Ice rubbed his hands together, wanting to get this show on the road.
"Umm…lets see…Gwen…" Dylan tapped his chin.
"I'll just fight," Gwen shrugged.
"No, I want you up on the roof as a lookout. And I also want you to be the messenger. Tell The Flock and the others who have been fighting to take a rest."
"Lookout? Well ok…" Gwen sounded bummed. She was the only one without a power, so I can see why.
"Alright! Lets do this!" Dylan grinned as he beamed at all of us. I do have to give him some credit for this battle plan. It was well thought out, and altogether awesome.
We broke apart and filled in our positions. I grabbed a hold of Jes and headed for the house. Then a big, burly body slammed into me. Jester was ripped out of my arms. I was pulled off my feet and tossed a yard or so away. My wings caught me last minuet and I managed to keep myself upright and get my feet in under me again.
The Eraser caught up, pushing me again, and again backing me up further from the safe haven I needed to reach. As a kick hit my side I lost balance and tucked myself into a ball, keeping my vital organs safe. The beast dug its claws into me as it lifted me up.
"Your a pretty little thing…" it taunted, "Im taking you back."
My heart almost stopped. Please no…
"Let. Her. Go!" I heard Jester shout. I opened my eyes to see the little boy turn a bright red and crash into the Eraser at full speed. Jes was completely red. Bright red. The Eraser yelled and dropped me. It clutched to its head, the spot where Jester had dropped down and decided to kick.
I pulled myself together and scrambled to latch onto Jester's arm. I took off in a sprint to the cave. We were close at least. I only bumped into a few Erasers on my way. Someone was chasing us and eventually my super speed kicked in. Yep, cheetah DNA comes in handy in times like this.
I rushed into the cave, my feet hitting with thuds as I slid here and there on the slick floors. I dove behind a jagged place in the cave wall. It was a corner, so to speak. I pulled Jes to me and told him to stay very quiet. My heart was pounding against my ribs, I was almost shaking by this point. Scared isn't even the word. Terrified doesn't cut it either.
I heard heavy footsteps and my grip tightened on Jes.
'Weapon. I need a weapon!' I thought to myself. That's when I remembered my hoop earrings. I know that they aren't ideal for fighting, but I like them. And today they might just save my life. I hurried and took one out. I bent it out straight with the help of my shoe and floor. It made a pretty good makeshift weapon. As the footsteps came nearer I gripped tighter to it, shifting Jes to sit beside of me. The Eraser was close now. He was standing at the edge of the corner. I mustered up all my courage and leapt out, shoving my knife/earing into the beast's eye. He yelled out in pain.
"Run!" I called to Jester. The next thing I knew we were sprinting from the cave and trying to get ti the cabin, taking off midway.
My heart didn't stop pounding. My thoughts didn't clear out. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. My fists wouldn't uncurl…
This is the hardest chapter I've ever written.
Jester's P.O.V.
We were going fast. I was scared. I wanted to be with Kale. Kale was big and strong. Kale could protect me. Don't get me wrong, I loved Ebony, but hiding behind Kale's wing just feels so much more comforting.
"Go, Jes!" Ebony pointed down at the cabin. I tucked in my wings and bombed out, recklessly landing in a tuck n' roll. She softly drifted down right behind me. I was shoved through the door and pushed to the hardwood floor. Ebony slammed the door and locked it in a hurry. She was heaving for air and her look of utter fear was completed with pale skin and beads of sweat on her brow. Only her pink lips stayed the same.
"Jester?!" I heard Ella call. Next thing I knew I was wrapped in a hug.
"Mom! The Migration is here!" Ella screamed at a door. Man this human was weird.
"Are you ok?" She asked, starting to check my arms. She noticed every single scratch.
"You poor baby," Ella swooned as she grabbed a first aid kit. Well this should be fun. They're going to treat me like I'm a baby for crying out loud! They always treat me like a baby. I wish I had a warm blanket to crawl under right about now, and a piece of cake. Yup, that's all I need in life. A blanket, some cake, and Kale.
The plot of this story was thought up in a two hour time span. I had chapter one posted within 30 minuets after the plot was smoothed out.
Jace's P.O.V.
I stood there, just watching. I should've seen what came next. I should've known. I blame myself.
The Eraser was charging at full speed for something. For someone. That's when I saw him run towards a tractor. Yes, you read right. A giant, red tractor. Sitting in front of the wheel was no other than Hillbilly himself.
As the massive beast lunged, so did Bo. This resulted in a quick tussle, ending with the Eraser standing and Bo's hair dyed red.
"Shoot it Nudge!" Hillbilly cried. Nudge scrambled to aim the shotgun and when she had it just right the Eraser turned around and grabbed a hold of her. He slung her down off the machine and knocked the gun away.
"Let go of her!" Hillbilly ordered as he jumped off the tractor onto the Eraser. He tried to fight back. Between his punches and heel kicks any regular human would've fallen to his strikes, but the Eraser flicked him off like he was an annoying fly.
Hillbilly regained himself and tried again, only to have a paw wrap around his throat and be repeatedly banged into the side of the tractor. Nudge pushed herself to her feet, hobbling, and spread her dark brown, tawny wings. She pushed herself into the air and landed her muddy shoes to the side of the Eraser's head. It winced and ducked.
I mentally screamed at myself to go. To help.
My wings spread behind me as I took off in a sloppy sprint towards the scene. I was almost to late. The Eraser recovered the shotgun and pointed it at Hillbilly's limp form. He was out, so when the beast's finger shifted to the trigger my heart almost stopped. Thank goodness my feet didn't. I got there just in time, slamming into the Eraser and sending both it and I to the ground. He did pull the trigger, but it just hit me and bounced off. I was glad that I had almost indestructible skin. I pulled the gun from the Eraser's hand and quickly twisted his wrist, breaking it and moving the gun to face his own neck. I hit the trigger, immediately ending the fight. Rolling off, I snuck a glance back to Hillbilly. He was coming to. His dog, however, was fully awake and whining. Nudge screamed something. It took a minuet to register.
"We have to get him out of here. Now," she ordered, latching on to Hillbilly's left arm. I nodded and stood up. As I pulled on his right arm he managed to pull himself up on his own two feet. How was I gonna get them out? We were on a freaking battlefield for gosh sakes! Enemy fire zipped all around us.
"Can you hear me, Symbrog? You're going to have to run, got that? Can you do that for me?" I yelled, shaking him. He looked up, the new cuts and bruises on his face showing that he couldn't take much more.
"Read ya loud n' clear," he mumbled. His words were slurred and he jerked his arms out of our grips. He stole a glance over to Bo and a frown tugged down at his lip. The old dog was torn to shreds. Hillbilly called to it and it stood, holding a leg up.
"We have to go," Nudge insisted, glancing around worriedly as a bullet zipped past.
"Run," we all three said in unison as more bullets were fired.
"Stay behind my wings!" I screamed as we took off. We made a mad dash for the cabin, barely making it. We collapsed inside the "safety circle", heaving for air. The old Pyrenees somehow made it, limping and jumping along the way.
"We made it. Zomg! We actually made it! Oh my zomg! What about the others? Are they ok? How many Erasers are there? They're like a plague. They just keep coming and coming. I thought for sure we were dead-" Nudge blabbered, but a loud boom shut her up. Gazzy was going at it again.
"Inside," I squeaked, "now." Hillbilly jumped up and drug Nudge with him to the door. It was apparently locked and he sat there banging on. Alex opened the door, motioning them all in. She shot me a knowing glance. I gave a smirk and a shrug before she shut the door, probably worrying over me. I tuned back to the fight and swung at another Eraser. This wasn't going to end anytime soon. I set my feet for another blow and took it to the chin. I fought back, wanting this to end.
I wanted us to just be a family again. I wanted us to go back to that stupid beach. I don't even care if they burry me alive again, just make this end. Make it end…
If you have 3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar.
Alex's P.O.V.
The injuries rolled in and I took care of them, one by one. The "starters" rested, most falling asleep. I sat down near a window and watched out, hoping my family was safe. Hoping they were ok. My tail flicked carelessly around.
"I'm scared," 24's soft voice mused from behind me.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, sweetie. Everything's going to be fine. Soon we're all going to be feasting on chips and sodas, just you wait. There's nothing to be afraid of," I gave her a warm, fake smile as I lied to her. As I lied to myself. I turned back to the window and ran a hand through my red hair, sighing with exhaustion and worry.
I begged in my mind that they come back, safe and sound. I prayed that by the end of this day Max would sit there holding her newborn and the rest of us be sitting there telling our most likely exaggerated battle stories. I could only hope and dream, knowing deep down that fate probably had a different plan for us. It always did. Nothing was easy. Nothing was simple. No one was safe.
The numbers '172' can be found on the back of the U.S. $5 dollar bill in the bushes at the base of the Lincoln Memorial.
Ice's P.O.V.
Nope. This was not working. I'd freeze one, then break the ice and break their neck. The process repeated, taking a long time. It started to drain my energy, so I was forced to change tactics. I ended up making ice daggers and staking them into the enemy.
One Eraser in particular got on my nerves. He caught me off guard and shot. I cussed and dove, throwing up a wall made of ice. The bullet hit it and the wall cracked and creaked. My heart sped up and jumped to my throat as he shot a second. The wall broke down several bullets later, but I was ready and I knocked him off track with a kick. He jabbed me in the face with his elbow and spun me around, grabbing me by my white hair and positioning the dumb gun to my neck.
"You were quiet the fighter," he said, he was breathing hard from the scuffle.
"I know," I mumbled as I sucked in a deep break, "and I will be till the day I die. I have to keep scum like you off the doorstep."
"Well, looks like your fight ends here…" it teased, jostling the gun against my neck.
I closed my eyes and swallowed, slowly calming myself as I formed a sharp piece of ice in the palm of my hands.
"With you anyway," I sneered, bringing my hands up fast in a proficient motion, jabbing my shard of ice into his atoms apple. I swiped the gun away and bolted, leaving the Eraser to fall to his knees, dying slowly and gasping for air. I shivered and shook that close to death experience off as I searched for my next victim.
These monsters were not getting into that house. Period.
In the average lifetime, a person will walk the equivalent of 5 times around the equator.
Odontophobia is the fear of teeth.
The 57 on Heinz ketchup bottles represents the number of varieties of pickles the company once had.
Storm's P.O.V.
I glanced down as I flew over the scenery, aka the war going on below. We were loosing. Our defensive stance was becoming sloppy and we had lost ground. I headed back for the cabin, landing effortlessly on the roof.
"Gwen," I started, "we're loosing ground. This plan isn't working."
She lifted her eyes from scanning over the perimeter and frowned.
"Are you saying that we're loosing? Have you told Dylan?" She asked, her voice sounded bored and dull.
"You can see exactly what I see. You see how we're loosing ground and I think they're getting tired. I haven't told Dylan. I need support first," I explained, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
Her foot scraped across a shingle as she inched around the roof.
"You want to call a retreat? How far?" She asked.
"I want…I want to abandon mission," I barely got out. Gwen stood rigid as a rod as she turned and looked at me like I had gone crazy.
"Are you insane?" She whispered.
"We're putting our lives in jeopardy..." I tried.
"I-I can't agree to that. I'm not telling them to run, Storm," she frowned.
Dylan picked the ideal (sarcasm) time to join in the conversation. He landed on the roof and looked at the two of us.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Dylan, this is ridiculous. We have to leave," I began.
"What?! We can't leave our own kind for dead! They need out help, Storm!" Dylan started to yell.
"And they got our help! Look, if we stay here and fight then we are as good as dead. They picked this, Dylan. They wanted us to live separate lives, so what are we doing fighting for them?!" I shot back.
"They need help. They'd do the same for us!" Dylan growled.
"Sure," I rolled my eyes.
"We. Are. Not. Leaving," he said sternly.
"You just don't want to leave her. The whole time in Miami you just wanted to come back to her, am I right?" I got in his face, my words dripping with venom.
"So what if you are? I was programmed that way. If your trying to suggest something then spit it up," Dylan sneered.
"You are unfit to be our leader," the second I said it I regretted it, but it was true.
He almost spat something back, but Gwen interrupted us with a loud, "GET BACK TO THE FIGHT!"
We both turned to her.
"We aren't leaving. We've shed blood, tears, and sweat over this cabin and the contents inside. Quit the bickering and get back out there! The more time you spend up here the less you help the battle below. We've fought to hard to abandon them now. Storm, if you wish to leave then please do so because your endangering lives with your failure to obey orders. Dylan, if we are here for Max then you have some serious explaining to do. Understand? Both of you need to get yourselves together for the sake of this family. Now, go do what you have to do," Gwen barked, her glare as cold as ice. We both swallowed and we glanced at each other.
"For the sake of the others?" I stuck out my hand. He grinned and shook it symboling truce.
"Lets win this," Dylan nodded. We both took off carrying a newfound respect for each other and Gwen.
I looked over our progress again and then finally took a break from the sky, joining in on the fight.
This was our life. Day to day we live with our guard up and our sanity down, but we keep each other together. We are a family, a really messed up family full of freaks...and that's just the way we like it.
The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million. {I LOVE COWS!}
Flair's P.O.V.
And another one down, and a another one down. And another bites the dust! Yah, another one down, another one down…
Fighting to a song really helps. I was literally frying them. I'd blast one with a ball of fire and it'd hit another and the process would go on and on. Sometimes, when I could get angry enough, I would blast a continuos streak of fire from my palms. I was a human flame thrower.
"I've got the pyro!" An Eraser cheered as he grabbed me from behind in something like a giant bear hug. He had an iron grip on me and I tried to twist and turn to get away, but it wouldn't work. My arms were pinned to my sides and my screaming wasn't getting me anywhere. That's when I lit myself on fire, a little move I call torch. The Eraser howled in pain and let go of me. I threw myself forward, out of its arms. He collapsed and his buddies attacked next. I, still on fire, brought a fiery foot up where the sun don't shine. There's another move I call flaming, and no it has nothing to do with being mean in the cyberspace world. Anyway, I kept fighting and eventually resorted in blue flames. Those took a lot out of me. I mean, a lot. I grew tired and my fighting came sloppy. I was starting to think that this was never going to end. Then I spotted a tractor and I thought 'Why not?' as I ambled over.
The Gasman beat me to it. He pulled a lighter out from under the tractor seat and flicked it on. He then lit a cigaret and laid it on top of the gas tank area. Gazzy snickered and ran and I watched with anticipation. One giant boom and thousands of metal pieces later the tractor was left nothing but a mere memory. It was ah-mazing! Gazzy strutted over and slapped me a high five.
"Awesome right?" He smiled as soot fell off his clothes.
"Totally, but your supposed to be inside. Your shift ended like two hours ago," I joked.
He fist pumped and ran for the cabin. Yep, we're all pyromaniacs here!
"Shoot her!" A voice shouted. And I soon felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I turned around and practically spit fire, giving whoever it was all I had. I grimaced at the sight of several beasts running around on fire. I looked at my shoulder and was glad to see that it wasn't that bad, but man did it hurt. I picked the bullet out and almost doubled over.
"Flair? Are you ok?" I heard Storm call. I looked up to see him flying above me.
"Uh, yah," I squeaked.
"Well, I have a plan. Can you get back to the cabin?" He acted like I was a four year old.
"Im not disabled," I snapped as I spread my wings and flew up past Storm.
"Good," Storm nodded as he streaked past me. I followed, not liking how he was practically racing me.
I quickly landed in front of the cabin. Storm immediately started ranting on about how he wanted me to light a ring of fire around the cabin and how I could keep pushing it back to expand our borders and blah, blah, blah.
"Storm," I interrupted his blabbering, "I understand."
He smiled sheepishly and nodded as I started a tiny ring of fire and tried to grow it.
"Standing next to all this fire makes my skin crawl," Storm grumbled.
"Ha, I can see why," I smirked as the flames reached above our heads. An Eraser tried to barge through. That didn't end well for him.
"I think we could win this thing…" Storm whispered. And that's when they started shooting through the fire.
"Duck!" I cried to the others. We all threw ourselves to the ground and covered our heads.
"Ok…did not see that coming…" Storm frowned.
"Stupid," I said simply as I pushed the wall out further.
The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
The king of hearts is the only king without a mustache.
Dylan's P.O.V.
I watched below, my sight letting me see in close and allowing me to know exactly what was going on. Everyone on our side moved into Flair's wall, the Erasers were left to fight through it. That wasn't going so well for them, until they started shooting through. Dang it. I spotted The Herd moving along very slowly. They watched the Erasers carefully as they planned their own attack.
Honestly, from above this looked like a war zone. It was, somewhat. Flair was doing pretty good. She was burning the wolf men alive, one by one. As she grew the front of the ring thicker the back shrunk. Soon, the back of the cabin was unguarded and The Herd took their chance. They snuck to the back door, almost all armed. I dove, refusing to let them in. I landed, kinda clumsily, in front of them. I balled my fists and held them up. Ox, the leader, stared at me for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips. I gritted my teeth and brought my knuckles to his face, throwing him to the dust. That felt pretty good. I was pretty mad about…this whole situation. I still held a creepy grudge against Fang, and I still wanted Max. It was weird. The thing was, I never found any other girls pretty. Not a one. So the feeling of love just doesn't exist for me anymore. It's sad. I can't feel anything, I mean other than the sad love for Max, but you get the point. Do you know how creepy it is to, like, love someone with your whole heart when you don't really want to. I don't want to love Max, really I don't. I just can't shake the feeling. It's…weird. When we visited my mom, or should I say the original me's mom, I saw a picture of Dylan 1's girlfriend. A small part of me wanted to say she was pretty. That I really liked her, but I just physically couldn't. It was sick. I want to love…I need to before I go mentally insane, but I can't. It's like…falling down a bottomless pit. Things just keep getting darker, colder, but the trip never ends. You just continually fall for your whole life, each day getting a little harder to breath.
Anyway, when I punched Ox it was like an exhilarating feeling. I quickly made a mental note to get a punching bag in my next life. Then some guy who was like 6'8 raised a gun and shot at me. I dodged, barely, and countered it with a sloppy left hook to the jaw. The boy shoved me back and shot again. His aim was off and I was left without a hole in my heart. My wings swiped out and I brought one down on gianormo's arm, causing him to drop the gun. A girl with white hair jumped forward with some sort of wicked grace and did a roundhouse kick to my ribs. I lost all the breath in my lungs as I stumbled back, gasping for air.
"Nice, Palomino," the big guy snickered.
"Not so bad yourself, Bigfoot," Palomino replied with a pearly white smile.
"Altsoba, can you kick this door in?" A boy with ears asked.
"Unsure," Altsoba said simply as he peered at the back door. I pulled myself together and tried to get up, but I heard the click of a gun and found myself rigid as a rod as the boy with ears placed something cold against my forehead.
"I suggest you don't move," the boy warned, his ears twitching.
"I suggest you get that d*** gun out of my face," I sneered.
"Macto, be careful," Ox warned.
"Yah, Macto, your mommy says be careful," I taunted. Ox rolled his eyes as he went to help Altsoba break the door in.
I sat there, feeling completely useless. That's when I decided to just go. I shot up, pushing Macto's hand to the side. He pulled the trigger, accidentally shooting Altsoba. I jerked the gun from his hand and shot, luckily hitting his leg. Bigfoot leapt on me and I was shoved back to the ground. I doubt to get the gun up and shot again, blowing Bigfoot's ear off.
"Shoot him!" Palomino cried to Ox.
"I can't get a clear shot!" Ox panicked. Bigfoot wailed and rolled off of me, clutching his ear. Ox eventually did shoot at me and it hit my side. I fired back at him, hitting his hands and causing him to drop the gun.
"Retreat!" Ox barked in a shaky voice as I rolled to my feet and shot at him again. The others were way ahead of him, already racing for the woods. I grabbed Ox and started pounding his face in again. My knuckles were busted and my side hurt like crap, but I pushed through it. Ox struck back, busting my lip and making my nose bleed. We went into an all out fist fight. Ox grabbed my shoulders and slung me against the wall, but it wasn't a wall. We hit a window and fell through, shards of glass jabbing and slicing at us. Ox pinned me. My hand wrapped around a piece of glass and I stabbed him with it, right above the collar bone. He screamed and let go of me, stumbling backwards. I watched him leave. It was funny to watch him climb out the window, crying and disoriented. I laid there, in a sea of broken glass. I was cut everywhere and crimson started to pool around me.
"Dylan?!" someone called. Ryan.
"It's me!" I laughed, my words slurred as I panted for air.
"Dude, what did you do to the window?!" He frowned as he helped me to my feet.
"I…broke it!" I grinned. He helped me limp to the living room.
"Alex," Ryan started, "you've got your work cut out for you."
Alex sighed and wandered over, starting to pick glass out of my back and wings, healing as she went along. She even fixed the gunshot wound.
"You so owe me," she frowned as she bandaged my knuckles.
I chuckled. "No…"
"Yes. You have to take us shopping for new clothes," she insisted.
"Fine, but I'm not going with you," I said sternly.
"It's a deal," she grinned, "there all fixed up!"
"Who was it?" Iggy questioned.
"The Herd," I said simply, glad the sun was out so The Dark Angels couldn't join in. Just as I opened the door Ice busted in, carrying an unconscious Flair.
"She over used her power," he sighed as he laid her down on the sofa. I looked outside and the fire wall was down. Great. Just great…
I hurried outside to see us up to our necks in Eraser freaks. I raced back inside and tried to plan something quickly.
"Angel! Can you do anything about this?!" I called.
"Gosh, you don't have to scream! But I can't do anything…" Angel mumbled.
"Can you convince them to do something…?" I asked.
"Maybe," Angel shrugged.
"Who's the leader?" I questioned as I peered out the window.
"Him," Angel pointed to a giant Eraser wearing a headset.
"Good," I nodded, running back outside.
"Dylan! What do we do?!" A panicky Kale yelled.
"I've got a plan," I smiled. Gwen spun around, along with Storm.
"Um, a well thought out plan, Dyl?" Gwen raised an eyebrow.
"No," I shrugged, causing Storm to tense, "but it just might be mad enough to work."
"Oh no…" Gwen shook her head.
"Ok so someone has to go annoy the crap out of the guy with the headset and get him to chase you, so we can lead them all away and I can sneak a bomb out of Gazzy's room. Then we could attack them all at one time and boom, we'd be safe," I explained.
"That's stupid," Storm frowned.
"Well, do you have a better plan?" I snarled.
Stressed is Desserts spelled backwards.
Kale's P.O.V.
"Run! Run run run run!" Gwen shrieked as she shoved me. We had to go with Dylan's crazy idea and we had practically annoyed the beast until he wanted to rip our throats out. Lets just say I pretty much crammed my finger up the guy's nose, called him Spot, petted him, told him to howl at the moon, suggested an over the counter flea medicine, and poked his chest repeatedly.
So yah, now we're being chased. Gwen looks stressed. I threw on a lopsided grin as I glanced over at her. Her dark brown hair flowing behind her and her green eyes focused on the terrain ahead. Those bright green orbs turned to look into mine and my heart flew up to my throat.
"This was a stupid idea…" she began to rant on, "…I mean, we can't run forever! They're gonna catch up!…"
"You're so sexy," I chuckled as I pumped my arms faster at my side.
"What?!" She have me a quizzical look, drifting back in shock.
I laughed some more, not paying attention to where I was going. I regret that. I soon found myself tripping over a rather large rock and face planting into the soil.
"Hurry! Get up!" Gwen cried as she tugged on my arms.
"I'm coming! Man that hurt!" I grumbled as I pushed myself to my feet, it sounded more like, "Emms omin! Man at hurse!"
"What?" Gwen frowned.
"RUN!" I cried as I pushed her forward. Erasers were gaining.
"Where are they?!" She breathed. We had been running for a while. Sweat poured off us and my muscles were aching. I glanced up to spot three bird kids hovering a mile or so above our heads.
"There," I mumbled pointing up. She fist pumped the air. Our moment of joy and happiness was interrupted with a shrill scream. My head whipped back, my legs still pumping. Gwen was down.
Aww shucks…
I spun around, dust flying from my sudden change of direction. I scooped Gwen up, but not before the enemy caught us. They punched at us, causing me to drop Gwen. She scrambled to her feet and started fighting back. The "leader" of the Erasers knocked me to the ground, pinning me.
"Whoa, you're a little to close. Please get off me, I'm straight," I said sternly as he bent down and got face-to-face.
"I'm gonna gut you, little piggy," The Eraser King growled.
"Oink oink!" I giggled as I flicked his nose. He was so surprised he went stiff, so I pushed him off and rolled back up to my feet. Well that was a score!
"Get. The. Frick. OFF ME!" Gwen's voice commanded. I hear a chorus of 'ow's, 'ooh's, and gasps. A few screams here and there. Then Gwen came barreling through Erasers. She finally reached me, covered in blood with a gunshot wound right under her ribs.
"Gwen…" I said, a tinge of concern in my voice as I reached to pick her up.
"I'm fine," she assured, "lets go."
We were running again and Gwen chirped up to what we hope was Dylan to throw the bomb. And it was thrown, right in the middle of the Eraser clump. Gwen and I looked over our shoulders and saw chunks of Lupine American flying everywhere. Then the blast hit us and we were thrown forward.
It was unreal, the power, the heat. It's like the world had gone still for a minuet. You couldn't hear…you couldn't see…you didn't feel. It was like...like a bomb had gone off. Boom.
Somehow I ended up on the ground. With my vision blurry and an annoying ringing noise in my ear I forced myself to sit up.
Gwen…where is she?
I glanced around until I spotted her limp form curled up about ten feet away. I crawled over and pulled her close.
"Kale?" She croaked. I wiped the blood off her forehead and kissed it.
"What the heck just happened?" She grumbled.
"We just got…BOMBED!" I chuckled.
"I'm so enthused..." Gwen said sarcastically as she got up on wobbly legs. I followed right behind. Dylan, Iggy, and Gazzy landed. All three were proud.
"You almost killed us!" I joked.
"I'm upset that I had to hear the word almost," Iggy grinned.
"Guys! We won! Now lets go home!" Gazzy hurried.
"What's the rush?" Gwen raised an eyebrow as we took off.
"Max was having the baby when we left and Gazzy thinks he needs to start teaching it about bombs ASAP," Iggy explained.
"Fang is gonna wear a hole in the floor with his pacing," Dylan grumbled, "He's worrying the others to death."
We all flew silently. Dylan chewed on his lip the whole time, probably really depressed and angry or something. We landed and rushed inside quickly. Everyone stood around gawking with 'ooh's and 'ah's, but they spun around at the sound of the door opening.
"You made it! What took you so long?!" Nudge babbled, "Max had twins! They're, like, so cute. Two little girls! Yay! I can dress them up and put makeup on them when they get older! And…"
"Sorry, we were exploded," Gwen mumbled as she peered between the crowd at Fang cradling his two newborn girls.
"Gwen, I'm going to have to take care of your wounds," Dr. M said as she pulled Gwen back.
"I'm fine, Alex can fix it," Gwen shrugged, but you could tell she was really hurting.
"Alex passed out from over extending herself. I have to stop the bleeding," Dr. M explained. Gwen wiped some blood away from her temple.
"I'm fine," she whispered. I laid a hand on Gwen's shoulder and she just kinda sighed and gave in. Dr. M pulled her through the crowd and into the "delivery room". It's also known as the guest bedroom, but whatever floats your boat. I stayed and stared at the two sleeping forms in Fang's arms. They are what we risked our lives for? Two little baby girls were worth our lives? Oh yah, you better believe it.
The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear. Any cup-shaped object placed over the ear produces the same effect. {MY CHILDHOOD IS RUINED!}
Gwen's P.O.V.
I noticed first thing that Dylan didn't come into the cabin with us. He didn't come in. I was worrying to myself about his strange actions the whole way into the room.
"What are you doing?" I heard Max moan tiredly. I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that we were in "the room".
"Just playing doctor again," Dr. M smiled.
"Where's the girls?" Max sat up, frowning.
"Fang is showing them off. You're safe. We finished the Erasers," I smirked at her obliviousness.
"I didn't need Dylan's help…" Max's words were slurred.
"Honey…" Dr. M started. I shook my head at the Doctor, a message saying, 'Let it go.'
Max laid down and went back to sleep. Dr. M wiped down all my wounds with rubbing alcohol, causing me to suck in sharp breaths and hold back screams.
"All done!" Dr. M announced thirty minuets later. I had to change my shirt by the time it was all said and done because blood had soaked it. I felt like a mummy with all bandages wrapped around me. As I went to the door and grabbed the door knob, Fang yanked the door open. He looked tired and proud all at once.
"Uh…" I stuttered awkwardly as I tried to push past him.
"Tell Dylan," he whispered, "tell him thank you." Wow. Fang thanking Dylan?! What is this world coming to?!
I opened the door and slipped back out into the living room/waiting room. Everyone was slapping high fives and cheering.
"Pop the bubbly stuff!" Jace boomed. Just then you could see Ella start passing out grape soda. Ice popped the tab and guzzled it.
This was our victory celebration. We did it. We won. Take that evil freaks, Jeb, Dwyer, Chu, Night, Ox, and every other being in this big wide world that wants to kill us!
We all broke into song. We Are The Champions and We Will Rock You, to be exact. We kept the beat, stomping our feet and clapping our hands. You know you really can't blame us, look at our leader. I mean, he breaks into random love songs 24/7.
Speaking of Dylan… He wasn't here. He never came in.
"Kale," I called over Dr. M's cries of 'Drink lots of fluids!'. He turned around, grinning.
"I'm going to go check on Dyl!"
"Alright! I be partying!" He shrugged as they continued singing.
I made my way outside and looked around for Dylan. I freaked out when I couldn't find him. When I spotted his form alongside the bodies of the fallen my heart stopped. I couldn't breathe. I sprinted over, landing hard on my knees beside him.
To my surprise his eyes flicked open and he glanced over at me. Blood ran down from the sides of his mouth and he had multiple gunshot wounds to his middle. He was gut shot, or something in that category. Bullets had gone all the way into a vital organ, causing him to cough and spit up blood.
"Gwen?" he croaked, looking up at me.
"Oh gosh, Dyl. What happened?" I whispered as I tried to wipe blood away.
"Eraser…still alive…ambush…machine gun…" he choked out. I looked to the left and saw a dead Eraser with the barrel of a machine gun down his throat. It was quiet a kill.
"Ok, I need you to breathe," I started.
"I'm gone," Dylan mumbled, "Tell Storm he's your leader now. Tell the others I'm sorry."
"Don't talk like that, now come on…" I interrupted. Dylan crammed a piece of paper in my hand. The receipt from the pizzas. I stared at it for a moment, confused, before I realized there was a note written on the back. Thats when his Caribbean blue eyes closed and he sucked in a shallow breath. I was frozen with fear and shock, unable to move or scream.
"D-Dylan?" I barely chocked out, blinking back tears as I checked for a pulse.
I held my breath, hoping, just hoping that he was still alive, but the steady rise and fall of his chest was no longer there. No response. No pulse.
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