Author's Note: Sorry that it took so long to post this chapter up; it took me forever and a half to get the desire to edit it and make sure everything looked the way I wanted it to! And I just want to give a shout out to all of the people that have sent me reviews and ideas on how to improve my story; YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! (of course I don't mean that. I'm just trying to make you feel important XD. Hahaha I kid, I kid lol).
Anyway, continuing on...
I'm not too sure how long it will take me to post up any more chapters after this; school has just decided to become hectic (note to self: get bazooka and blow it up teehee). But enough of my ranting; continue reading and I hope I receive more wonderful thoughts and reviews from you all :D.
Chapter 17: And They Said School Was Supposed to Be Good for You
"So, uh, Fang, we're flying around England and we have no idea where we're going..." said Total, who was in Iggy's arms.
I clenched my teeth together and didn't respond.
Not only were we lost because I didn't have a plan, Ms. Let's-run-away-and-get-captured was now being held at the School somewhere in London with the traitor guy that she had found on the boat as her captor.
And all of this was known by her stupid broadcastings of her thoughts that I just couldn't help but read. "Angel" I called.
"Still nothing" she replied. We've been doing this for about 10 minutes now; all of us just flying overhead and scanning the ground while Angel tried to pick up any kind of thought from anyone that knew anything about the School.
"Hey, what's that down there?" asked Nudge and we all instantly looked to where Nudge was pointing. There was a large courtyard surrounded by huge buildings. A huge crowd of people were walking into the courtyard, along with a little girl with a bag and a few other people rolling in a small crate. The mass of people only huddled near the entrance of the courtyard, some of them straining to see over the tall people. The two people that were brought in the crate now opened it up as they reached the middle of the courtyard and there was a moment of silence before I saw a person's foot make its way out.
"Plan B" I said as I quickly took a nose dive down toward the ground.
"Plan B?! Since when did we have a plan A?!" Total yelled, but I tuned him out with the roar of the wind that seemed magnified in my ears.
"Does it really matter? We're gonna get some payback on those freaks!" I heard Iggy say as we rushed toward our worst nightmare.
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The exact moment that the Erasers opened the cage, I saw them back away, as if expecting me to come out with unimaginable rage. But I was oddly calm.
I sat there for a few seconds before placing my foot outside of the cage and onto the ground. I stepped out carefully, my limbs screaming in pain as I stretched and unfurled my wings. I heard a lot of gasps coming from the annoying audience behind me, but I chose not to pay too much attention to them as I breathed in a huge breath of air.
I was grateful that I could be outside and away from all of that medical crap, even though it could easily be my last time.
I tucked my wings back under my shirt; the air was so damp and it made me wings feel heavier than they really were. My senses were becoming sharper bit by bit and I kicked the cage that I was in away from me and into the far wall near the entrance where the psychopaths stood. The cage slammed into it, leaving a huge dent that left the observing whitecoats in awe.
Wow, it's amazing what a bit of pent up anger can do to you... I thought as I chuckled to myself. I noticed something shift slightly out of the corner of my eye, and I turned around to look toward the center of the yard to see my sister standing there with a stern look on her face. She tossed my bag aside with no sense of care and went into a fighting stance.
Get ready, she commanded to me through thought.
I gave her a wry smile and shook my head.
I wasn't going to fight my sister.
That would be like adopting a puppy and then hitting it upside the head just because an insignificant little snake told me to.
And I may not be too fond of dogs, but I still couldn't do that.
The frown that she had on her face deepened as I stood there casually. Fine then, she thought as she bolted toward me.
She was faster than I had expected her to be; I had to really concentrate on her in order to dodge everything that she was throwing at me. The audience was talking and some were even cheering for Melody as we fought. I glanced at them quickly, wishing they would shut up, when I felt Melody's fist jam into my chest.
It wasn't a light tap like I thought it would be. It was like the kind of punch that I would throw when I was truly pissed. My back rammed into the wall and I coughed up blood.
"Jeesh, that really hurt..." I mumbled as I wiped the blood away from my mouth, trying to catch my breath.
Fight me! she demanded to me. I glanced up at her, my breath still haggard.
No, I replied to her.
Why not?! she thought furiously. I could feel all of her emotions as she sent me thoughts; anger, frustration, and confusion. I stood up straight, my eyes never leaving hers.
"Because I'm your sister" I said out loud.
I heard several gasps from the crowd and I turned to them and glared while yelling, "Will you all just be quiet!". Every single one of them instantly shut up and some even shrunk farther into the crowd, just in case something happened. I brought my concentration back to Melody as she stood there a few feet in front of me.
Melody's fists clenched even more, and she shot a punch toward me; she barely missed my stomach and hit the wall as I moved out of the way.
"You're lying!" she yelled as she continued to throw more punches at me, always barely missing a crucial part of my body. She stopped her barrage of fists only to jump in the air and send a kick to my head. I brought my arms up in a defensive x-position in front of my face, but the force that she put behind the attack still made the side of my head hit the wall.
"Why won't you fight?! Why won't you try and hit me?! Why, why, why!" she yelled as she continued to kick my chest and stomach.
Each hit that I took, I hacked up even more blood; and I swear I even felt one or two of my ribs crack.
But I couldn't bring myself to pull my fists up and whack her once, even though she left so many openings on her body that I could leave her in a dead heap if I hit her enough times with one of my lighter punches.
I made a split second decision, which probably wasn't the best thing to do; but of course, me losing blood at the moment, I wasn't thinking straight.
I sent myself behind Melody as she got ready to deliver another kick. I totally forgot that I had that stupid device around my neck and got shocked just enough for the rest of my energy to drain out of my body. When I came behind Melody, I almost stumbled right on her and lost conscienceness, but I forced my eyes to stay open and pulled Melody into a hug.
"I already told you...you're my sister, so I won't intentionally harm you" I said. My voice was strained, and I was ready to fall asleep, but I held her tighter to my very bruised body. At first, Melody didn't say anything at all, but I felt her hand touch my arm gently. I thought that she had finally gotten what I had been saying to her for who knows how long.
My perception was going from bad to worse.
I felt her hand tighten around my arm and before I could truly comprehend what was happening, I was being tossed toward the middle of the court yard. I felt a sharp pain go through my body as I landed and rolled to a stop on the ground, but I was too disoriented now to pinpoint where the pain was coming from.
I struggled to get up on all fours while panting heavily, even though it was less painful just laying there on the ground. I heard a shuffling sound come closer toward me before a pair of black Nikes that I knew were two sizes too small for my feet stopped in front of my line of sight.
"Stand up and fight" Melody said, and I could barely catch a faint waver in her voice. I spat out the blood that was in my mouth and chuckled.
"You're really hard of hearing, aren't you" I said as I slowly rose to my knees and looked at her.
She really did look her age now; her bottom lip quivered slightly, her eyes looked like she was holding back tears, and her small fists were held closely beside her, as if she was a kid who just threw a temper tantrum but knew it wouldn't result into them getting their way.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before she pulled back a trembling fist and aimed at my forehead. I stayed on my knees, not even flinching when she launched her attack. But, when her fist made contact to my skin, it felt more like a small tap; the kind of touch you would expect to feel when the first drop of spring rain fell on your forehead before it started drizzling.
A total hush had fallen over the crowd as we all stood there, expecting something violent to begin again. But Melody just fell to her knees and broke down crying, hugging herself as the tears careened down her face.
"My sister is gone! Sh-she hates me! She dropped me and l-left me 'cuz I w-would c-c-cause her too much trouble and sh-sh-she won't come back 'cuz she hates me!" Melody sobbed.
My eyes widened as she explained and cried her little eyes out while holding herself tighter. I tuned out the sharp pain in my chest, the huge knot that was swelling up on the side of my head, the fact that my body was sore all over.
I just wanted to comfort her; to hold Melody in my arms and tell her that everything would be ok. I reached my hand out toward her shaking body, but something else stole my attention.
I heard someone in the crowd of whitecoats saying, "This is boring. Give me that thing!", and another person saying, "Don't put it on that level!".
The next thing I knew, Melody was screaming for pain, and I could actually see the electricity surround her body. I sat there watching, my expression like one of disbelief and my mouth slightly opened, but no sound escaped from me. Melody finally fell face first to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.
There was complete silence for about five seconds.
My body felt numb and unresponsive, but as time passed, I could feel the anger and hate bubble to the surface of my skin and it made me feel tingly all over as small tears began to slowly make its way down my face.
"MELODY!" I screamed as I stood up suddenly with my fists glued to my sides.
My mind was blank; I couldn't even comprehend what had just happened.
My eyes must have been lying to me as I took the entire scene in and drilled it to my retinas.
She wasn't on the ground right now.
We weren't in the stupid School of England and being tortured.
We weren't trying to fight for our lives.
But that in itself was just me trying to fool my own self.
I saw Melody struggle to get up, being very unsuccessful but trying anyway. What a trooper.
My head swivelled in the direction that I had heard the voices coming from. All of the whitecoats who were watching had backed away even further toward the entrance, cowering in total fear, clearly afraid of what this might do to me.
Only one Eraser stood ahead of the group, and it just so happened that it was the Eraser whom I had the pleasure of burning today. He had a toothy grin on his face and a small device that looked like a TV remote. My teeth clenched together and I launched myself at him before I could even think about it.
This time, I will do more than just burn his finger, I thought furiously.
The Eraser didn't even move; he just raised up the remote and said, "Die, bitch" before pressing a big red button.
You know, the button you're never supposed to press, now matter how enticing it may look.
My body instantly stopped in its place and I fell to the ground, letting out a bloodcurdling scream as I felt tidal waves of electricity course through me. My mind began to fade away, and after about four seconds, the pain started to dull as my vision blurred.
So this is where it ends for me... and I couldn't even save my sister from this hell hole... I thought.
I might have chuckled out loud if I wasn't already paralyzed and sinking deeper into a calm darkness.
Suddenly, a loud booming sound literally entered one ear and out the other. I felt the impact of small things hitting my skin, but by that time, I was so gone.
I didn't care anymore about the now insignificant events that were happening around me.
I had disappeared; completely leaving the vulgar scene behind me with wonderful relief.
I was free.
I was done.