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Euro

"How long do we have to run? I want us to have life...family life....a real life..."

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a character in “Angel....or Mutant?”, as played by Ichigo15

Description

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Name: Euro

Age: 20

Description: Euro is of Hispanic descent, more specifically, a child of the country of Colombia. Standing at about 5’7, and weighing in at 145 pounds, Euro’s streamlined muscular body, six pack included, is not to be messed with. Don’t be fooled though; the transition from weak bird kid to strong, confident adult didn’t happen overnight. Euro escaped the Ward a pimple faced teen, but grew into a handsome, quite attractive man. He’s got a set of optimistic looking light brown eyes, along with wiry jet black hair. He’s got a short Faux Hawk (search it up if you don’t know) that curls at the tip due to the nature of his hair. For kicks, he’s also got a short wiry rattail growing out. His slim jaw line, nice thin lips, and smooth face (save a few shaving cuts) is often the center of attention for older teens and young adult women as well.

Wing Color: Euro’s wings are jet black, with white streaked blotches going across both the top and the underneath of his wings.
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Powers:
1) Euro has enhanced limb strength. His arms, legs, and even his wings, are far more powerful than the norm. Coupled with his muscular body, he can be quite the competition for a lonely Vamp. A group of Vampires….well that’ s a different story.

2) Half morph. Euro has the ability to accomplish a half morph of sorts. However, the morph is not one that transforms him into a full out animal. Rather, the lower half of his legs (from his knees down) grow short course fur, similar to that of the of the Crowned Lemur, and his feet transform into lemur like feet, along with a fluffy tail. The fact that the fur does not grow in any other place is indication that it is his legs that allow him to climb the best and his legs and tailbone that were targeted by the genes. The tail that grows is purely for balance. No other parts of his body are affection by this morph.

Personality: Euro is calm and collected. He’d rather be optimistic about situations, and always holds an open mind towards problems whether they be big or small. He doesn’t have a problem with helping the bird kids who have just escaped the Ward, but is hesitant to bring them anywhere around his house. It’s taken him a long while for him and mutant girlfriend Solo to finally settle down. He’s not about to jeopardize their lives, and the life of their unborn child now. Not to mentions the fact that both are young and inexperienced with family life. However, if asked for help he will gladly comply. Euro has a competitive nature that show on occasions, mostly due to the fact that he adores sports, predominantly, soccer.

Bio: Euro’s origins aren’t typical of most Avian hybrids. Rather than being born and raised in the United States, he was sold by his mother to the Ward, who experimented on him whilst he was still in the womb. His mother, bound to the Ward by threats to harm her family, complied with them, and stayed with Euro for 5 years, teaching him the basic functions of human interaction and socialization, and giving him a personality. At the end of his fifth year, she gave him up to the Ward and never looked back, leaving a frightened and devastated Euro to fight for himself within the walls of the South American based Ward. Of course, he had company. Aqua, another experiment similar to himself, kept him company for most of his stay within the Ward. As faith would have it, the two grew up together, developing feelings for one another as a result of supporting each other in the attempt to remain sane. Long story short, a private jet flight to North America containing two mutants from the Ward was found crash landed in the forests of South America. The perpetrators of the crash were none other than Euro and Aqua, both in an attempt to escape the grasp of the Ward. Both innocent pilots were found safe and sound near the site of the crash, whilst the Masters who had been supervising the trip were found hurt and disoriented, roaming around the forest, and frightened to death by their own projects. From this point in their lives both Euro and Aqua made their way to the U.S. where they’ve since been traveling from state to state, on the constant move to escape and elude the Ward. With Solo’s recent pregnancy, both have been grounded, since it doesn’t seem like a great idea for her to be flying around with a round belly. They’ve stopped off at Arizona, and got themselves a small house within the forests of the state.

Notes: Euro can speak Spanish, as he learned it from his mother. However, his Spanish is somewhat Spanglish. Euro and is named after figures within the world of Soccer though both enjoy the game. This is due to the fact that both were predominately shown soccer within their living at the Ward.

Euro is one of two characters, along with Aqua, who serve as kind of safe points for the kids. They will help provide information, shelter, and food for the kids, but on the occasion, will disappear from the kids lives in order to keep their own lives out of the Ward’s radar. They will also provide older sibling/parental roles when the kids need it most.

Aqua is pregnant, which makes Euro hesitant to have her around the bird kids, much to her displeasure.

Euro is the eldest in his family. After his birth, his mother had two other 100% human children. One, a boy, when Euro was two, and another, girl, when Euro was four. Euro remembers both quite clearly, and has dreams of one day seeing his siblings again. However, he doesn't care for his mother.

So begins...

Euro's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard

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Marceline and Matt ~ Marceline POV


(Heads up; I have multiple characters so this heading kind of helps you people know who’s narrating what. You guys don’t have to do this.)

Bacon.

Crunchy, mouthwatering, delectable, bacon.

Sitting there, across from me, on that damn ugly market shelf.

Someone remind why we’d stopped off at eight P’ frickin’ M to go do a night raid on a little Arizona grocery store?

Oh right. Matt was starving.

Personally, I could have done without all the theatric whining and irritating mimicry, but in the end, my little brother gets first dibs. When I say ‘little’, I don’t literally mean Matt’s years younger than me. Me and that sarcastic wit are the same age; twins at fifteen. It’s just, I had a 5 minute head start out the womb before he did, or so we’ve been told. It would suck if it turned out to be the other way, but while I can, I try to stress my elder sibling authority over him.

“What are you waiting for, Marce? Start grabbing crap and stuffing it in your pockets,”

I pulled the hood of my sweater down, promptly covering my face, and pointedly looking away from the cameras on the store’s cracked ceiling. Ew, was that dirty water leaking from up there? Oh right, no peaking. For all we knew, the Ward was observing us, recording our every movement, from that measly, 3rd rate surveillance camera.

Crap?,” I hissed, shoving Matt in the ribs. I couldn’t see his reaction as he was dressed similarly to me, but I heard a satisfying “ow” come from somewhere under his hood, “Crap doesn’t sound very appetizing to me.”

I shook my heading rolling my eyes. Sucking my teeth for a moment, I gave in and grabbed two packs of bacon off the shelf. It was only two packs. It’s not like lightening was going to strike me for trying to keep my stomach full.

I heard Matt sigh as he watched me hesitantly plucking things from off the shelf.

“You’re such a wuss,” he whispered, and I proceeded to step on his foot, wishing I was heavier.

“Whatever lawbreaker. When the Arizona police force come to bust our sorry bird kid butts I have nothing to say.”

Matthew POV


“Whatever,” I said, shaking my head, and taking a daredevil moment to pull my hood back and flash a cheeky grin at my sister. I was still waiting for her to bite my head off. Even though she doesn’t look like it, Marce packs a punch.

The brawls we’d get in when we were kids (and sometimes even now) puts my manliness to shame. If she kicks my ass one more time, I’m going to start watching videos of fluffy kittens. That is, if I happen to loot a laptop by then. And get a house. You know, with a functioning outlet.

“You ready to get outta of here?” she whispered to me, not bothering to keep the violence out of her voice. That’s my sister.

“Yep,” I responded, barely flashing her another look. Without indication that she heard me, we both bolted for the entrance, pockets overflowing with food.

Boy was that employee angry. All I could hear in my dash to the forest was a gust of vulgar, rated R curses, something no teen, however old, should be subjected too.

By the time we hit the shade of the forest, Marce had already pushed her wings out of the slits in her sweater and taken off. Slow to follow, I eventually got my footing (or rather winging?) and set out behind her.

We circled the area we’d just come from, moronically landing on the roof of the same market place.

Ripping open a pack of raw bacon, she threw a soggy, flabby piece at me.

“Until I learn how to make a fire, it’s raw food all the way.”

I nodded my head, chuckling, and shoving food down my face. The angry clerk below us was still shouting cruel obscenities, and I resisted the urge to cackle like a maniac. Poor guy. He was just trying to do his job. But when you’re a lone (or almost lone) mutant, stuck in a world of humans, you gotta do what you gotta do to keep you and your sister safe.

Leaning back against the hard concrete barrier that traveled the perimeter of the market's ceiling, both me and Marce took the time to unwind our muscles and let out wings hang free. Arizona is a hot place, if you don't know, but the shade of the night sky provided a cooling effect, occasionally causing the temperature to drop to freezing. Amazing isn't it? The world runs like one giant bipolar woman, changing temperatures here and there, causing sweltering heat affects, and chilling cool effects, and totally messing with me.

Not to mention we were in weirdo America. God bless America...it's a shame, I don't know the difference between our national anthem, and some the other, respectively, just as American songs.

Can't blame me, having been cooped up in a cage all my life. Ripping another piece of wet bacon off, I swallowed it in one bite, allowing my eyes to go searching. They landed on the ground in the front of the market, and I found myself have the biggest scare of my life. I had nearly gone into a staring contest with some guy who'd been staring up at the ceiling.

Watching me jump, Marce gave an equally frightened frown, "Who is it?" She whispered, bottom lip trembling.

"Some guy, just staring up here. I don't think he saw my face though," I said, "Well I'm sure he didn't."

I have super night vision. I could see that guy as clearly as day. As long as he wasn't some sort of freak, he didn't see me when I jumped. I'd moved too quickly. Hadn't I?

Euro


God, someone tell me I didn’t just see what I thought I saw. There I’d been, making my was to the grocery store for a late night pick up (pregnant people are picky) when out of the blue, two kids burst out of the market, carrying a load of what I presumed to be looted food.

Score one for those kids.

Jogging up to the salesclerk, who’d been dirtying the air with his words, I asked a very simple, very logical, question.

“What happened?”

“Two brats just ran off with half the bacon in the store,” he said, shaking his head. I suppressed a chuckle. His face was tomato red, and it was strange combination. The guy was no weight lifter. He was a skimp, puny clerk, and the combined red faced look was one that could have caused Masters to laugh.

“Sorry, man,” I said. For the first time since he’d thrown his tantrum, he looks at me seeming a bit taken back. I’m Hispanic, and generally speaking, I don’t often see a lot of tall Hispanic men in Arizona. Especially, not being stereotypical, considering the fact that most of the Hispanic people here are Mexican.

I’m a bit taller (okay, I’m not a giant) and my voice is pretty deep, so I’m guessing he wasn’t expecting to see a Latino guy talking to him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, taking a one hit look at my arm muscles before slinking back off to his counter, still saying, rather loudly, some very profound curses.

Taking one last glance backwards, I stared into the darkness of the sky. Nothing out of sorts. Except the two gigantic birds going to land on the roof. No freaking way.

I stared at the roof for a while, contemplating whether or not to take a flight and investigate the birds. I like avians (due to my strange condition) and I dreamed of one day having a pet eagle. A harpy eagle. How nerdy am I?

For a while, one bird seemed to perch dangerously close to the edge of the roof, and I could make out his bright wings against the night sky.

Then a head turned to look at me.

Wait.

A head? Like a human head? It jumped, taken aback by my staring, and the wings abruptly disappeared from the edge of the roof. My heart was racing. Cause there was one thought that came to my head almost immediately.

Bird kid.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Brendan McAdams Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard

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Matthew POV


We waited, listening. Finally the footsteps faded into the store, and both of us allowed our shoulders to shrug it off.

Marce’s wings were still raised, and I could tell she was thinking of a make or break plan for us to go by just in case we got caught. It’d most likely involve fighting. Woot, for the violent sister.

Shoving a glob of dry, untoasted, bread down her gullet, she pulled a pair of crumpled, slightly ripped, papers, out of her sweater pocket.

I shuddered. Those papers were papers about us, a few records we’d managed to steal in our escape from the Ward. Unfortunately, they were just records of our names, age, hair color, and all the other necessities that probably go on a form. A little log of how many times we’d been transferred from Ward to Ward was placed in the lower left corner of each paper.

Neither of us had read them subsequent to our escape, simply concentrating on surviving. Let me tell you, when you’re a bird kid that’s just escaped to the outside world, to the real world, everything is impossibly difficult. You don’t know where you are, you don’t know what regular people are like, and you don’t know how to socialize like an average human being.

It took us a total of three freaking days to finally come out of hiding in the forest, and figure out what part of Arizona we were in.

But then again, we were kind of different. Most bird kids were alone. For the past fifteen years, every other bird kid I’d met, in our Ward transfers, was dissocial and awkward. Which made sense. Me and Marce were a different situation. As frightened and awkward as we were around Masters, we had been together all of our lives. We knew how to interact with other kids our age because we interacted with each other all the time. Which was a total blessing. Most other bird kids were kept alone, and I couldn’t imagine how terrifying that must be.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I asked, “What do they say?”

Her eyes roved over the papers, and her lips pouted out in her trademark disappointed Marcy look.

“The only important thing I can glimpse from these loser records is that we were transferred from a Ward in the city, to two Wards in Long Island, before we were totally taken out of New York and brought here to Arizona…”

A Ward in the city? How the hell had the Masters been able to keep a Ward in New York City? Even though I’d never seen it up close and personal (every time they transferred us, they’d put us in large steel crates, with only six puny holes for us to breathe through; then they’d stuff the crates in traveling vans; we’d never gotten a look at what was outside) I knew, from common knowledge, that it was supposed to be huge, and crowded with skyscrapers. How’d they ever hide something like a Ward in there?

“I think we’ll be heading back home, to New York,” Marcy said, looking up and grinning at me like a manic. But it was grin full of hope. We could find our parents.

“Maybe we’ll search up stuff about the Ward too,” I said, flicking a bug off of my arm, “I mean, we don’t even know if our parents are alive.”

Marce nodded her head, not looking disappointed, just sad. I looked down at my hands, not willing to meet her gaze.

We never said it to one another, but both of us didn’t have much hope for our parents.

Looking back up at Marcy, I stiffened.

Her eyes were glued to mine, and her hand was casually resting on her thigh, with one minor difference. Her pinky finger, and only her pinky finger, was insistently drumming on her leg. In the Ward that had been our way of telling each other that someone was there behind the viewing glass observing us. Even if we couldn’t see them, we, with our advanced bird kid hearing, could hear them.

But there were no Masters here.

Marceline POV


God, why hadn’t I been paying more attention? Someone was here. Whether it was natural instinct, or some lame intuition, I knew there was someone here.

Problem numero uno: I couldn’t freaking see them.

Casually, Matthew took a sweeping glance around the roof. He had extreme night vision, so no doubt about it, he would have been able to see whoever was there. That is, if they were visible.

My heart caught in my throat, and I began wondering if this was some kind of new Vampire stealth mode. Invisibility combined with ferocious, blood craving, horrendous, monsters was not an idea I liked.

We’d pretty much demolished the food, so I began standing up, leaving whatever leftover pieces there were on the ground.

Matthew followed suit, and as each of us got closer to being in a standing position, each of us spread our wings farther apart, getting ready for a fight or flight situation.

By the time we reached a standing position, we froze, giving whoever was there the benefit of the doubt. I wanted them to make the first move.

Cause there’s no way I’m punching empty air. If there’s invisible Vampires out there, then I want to break some noses.


Euro


Tell me again why my girlfriend wanted a pack of fake ramen late at night? Jeez, pregnant people.

Desperately trying to ignore the definite eyes, and human head, that I’d seen looking down at me, I shuffled my way into the store.

God.

More bird kids? Did that mean the Ward was here?

Would they find me and Solo?

Grabbing packs of cheap ramen from off the shelf, I hurried my way to the checkout counter. There were only two late night workers there. The tomato faced man, who’d been yelling at the little thieves, and another, younger, brunette girl. I’d probably say she was about sixteen, and had taken this job as a way to make quick cash.

After she’d checked everything out, she batted her eyelashes at me a few times, before saying in a very sultry voice, “You need anything else with that?”

Seriously? This chick was trying to get me hot-and-heavy in a market? With tomato face over there staring us down?

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” I said, not bothering to keep the disgust out of my voice.

She looked taken back, like I’d just dropped the offer of my lifetime.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, grabbing the bag from her hand, and ignoring the disappointment and hurt on her face as I left. Human women were something else.

As I made my way out of the store, I did something that normal humans don’t do. I made a beeline for the forest, and soon enough, found myself in the air, circling the area.

I was going to find those bird kids and whoever the hell else was over here.

Then I’d deliver my Solo her ramen, like the hero I was.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Brendan McAdams Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard Character Portrait: Michael

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(@ Guardian Angel, I couldn’t wait for your response, so I posted the post. Hope it’s alright with you.)

Matthew POV


“Twat?” I snorted. He’d just called his brother a twat. Beside me Marcy chuckled.

“High, five, Brendan, for being stuck with a twat brother like mine,” Marcy said, smiling and raising her hand.

I gaped at her. Marce had just called me a twat. What a twat.

While my sister was in the process of giving up five fingers to her new found buddy, I took one scoping glance around the place. Everything was different with my night vision. Brighter.

Most bird kids couldn’t see this well, due to the fact that most of us didn’t have owl vision. And, in reality, while birds could see for what seemed like miles, their night vision was only about as good as a human. This meant that my enhanced left eye was a serious bonus for me.

And that’s when I saw him.

He was leaning on the opposite building, across from the store, casually looking it over, imposing and petrifying as ever. He was like a Cheetah. We were the Gazelles.

I got the impression that he hadn’t seen us on top of the roof yet.

Hopefully.

I nonchalantly scanned the area surrounding him, beginning to internally panic when I realized that I couldn’t see any of “them”. On the outside, however, I remained as relaxed as ever. Showing fear was not what bird kids were supposed to do. Showing fear was what got bird kids killed.

One thing did stand out against my eyes, causing my heart to jump into my throat, and covering me in realization. The same buff guy who’d been staring at me in front of the market when I’d been on the ceiling. He was there, on the roof of the building that our potential Vamp was leaning on, holding a bag of groceries (most of which looked to be like ramen…WTH?), and looking just about ready to leap down on our observer. He caught my glance, and punctually put a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

But, I wasn’t entirely concentrating on the guys face. I was concentrating on his two huge, obviously matured wings, sprawled out against the length of his back. They looked a bit bulkier than the norm for our type of wings, and I assumed his genetic makeup made him more muscular than your average bird kid. Kind of like a heavy Rottweiler, compared to a more streamlined Doberman.

A noticeable fact however, was that, due to his height, his wings were only about as long as Marcy’s, and far shorter than mine or Brendan’s.

Damn. An adult bird kid…bird man…whatever. I’d never seen one of us fully matured. Most of us were deemed failures, and “put down” before we could reach our adult age. Once again, damn.

“Guys,” I whispered, lips barely moving, at a volume so low only our advanced hearing could make out the words coming from my mouth, “Building opposite us.” I said the three words, stressing on ‘opposite’, and hoping the two would be smart enough to take a passing glance at the guy leaning against the wall.

He was familiar. That’s how I’d spotted him, and known what he was. Because he’d guarded us for weeks on end before we’d escaped.

Marceline POV


Hearing Matthew words, I continued smiling, but allowed a glance out of my peripheral vision.

Oh god. I knew him. I knew how Matthew had spotted him.

That was Michael, one of the strangest, most terrifying, Vampires you will ever meet. He’d been put to guard us often, during our stay at the Ward, and he was no pushover. Something was kind of different about him, compared to other Vamps, which was a reason that I thought they put him in charge of the kids. Because he scared us in ways I couldn’t quite understand. There were days when, he’d seemed so calm, I wasn’t sure if he was going to hit me or not.

I doubted the idea that he would remember us. I’m sure we hadn’t been the only kids he’d babysat before. Besides, to him, we were just lunch.

“Brendan, you can fight, right?” I whispered, just as low as my brother before me.

There was no way Mike was just standing by the opposite building of ours. He’d seen us already. And damn, why hadn’t we noticed? He was obviously planning an attack, standing there indifferently as if he had all the time in the world.

About a million misgiving started going through my brain, all at once. Why hadn’t I been paying attention? What about Brendan’s brother Carter? Where had that kid gotten off to? For all we knew, the Vamps had already snatched him. Were there even more bird kids in the area than I had previously thought? I mean, what other reason would their be to ensnare us in an ambush so elaborate we couldn't see any of the other Vamps?

My wings remained plastered to my back, and in an attempt to calm down and look unaware, I push them out into a limp relaxed position.

This was different from when Brendan had been invisible. That time, we had known he was there, and he had known we were aware of him. That time, if he had been a Vampire, a fight would have been inevitable. But this time, the Vampires didn't seem to be closely surrounding us. They were definitely in the area, but not enough for us to immediately snap our wings out and start flapping. That would only alert them to the fact that we knew of their presence.

"I think we should let them make the first move," I said quietly, lips barely moving. I was trying to think up possible escape routes and fighting tactics. My brain was in overdrive, and once again, adrenaline was pumping through my blood. My muscles twitched with the fight or flight urge, and I used every humane judgement I had to fight my instincts.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Brendan McAdams Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard Character Portrait: Michael

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Mike closed his eyes for a few moments when his phone vibrated. He fished it out of his jacket pocket, his eyes glazed over as his mind was seiged by another train of thoughts, full of death and bloodshed. Mike's mind had fractured under multiple pressures long ago. He wondered when his ability to reason would go? Maybe it would drift off like a rock in a river. Defiant at first, but worn down by countless hardships. Mike only had a few ops left. He was one of the eldest of Vampires, he didn't have much time left. That was certain. Mike had an unknown lifespan, Mike was a glass half empty kind of guy. He looked up at the sky and flicked his phone open. A voice answered between bouts of jibberish.

"We see one poised behind you on the rooftop, eh's ready to move on you Mike. We need five more minutes to set up, before we can go ahead." Mike nodded his head. He had a few ideas. He knew how to hold up a bird kid. Mike didn't want to show his cards, but if he was about to be attacked... He was left with no choice.

"I'll keep the ones in the store busy, the other one will likely follow to block my escape, if not to intercept me before I get close. I'll get you some time to set up." Mike crushed his phone, and took no heed of the person behind him. He spoke as loud as he could without arousing attention of the humans around him. Whoops he thought with a sad smile. He hadn't even alerted his crew to have a med team on stand by. If Mike was seriously injured, his future would be bleak.

Mike by all rights hoped that he was walking to his death, his bones ached, he was ready to die. Mike deep down was a pascifist, he would never admit it, but he hated violence. With his new found intelligence, he discovered why his heart ached when he was in combat. It hurt him to hurt others. To them he was a monster. He hoped they would kill him. Mike's obedience kept his family alive, he knew there was a great chance that they were dead, but he couldn't take that chance. If Mike died in combat, then he would be putting no one in danger.

Mike took a deep breath, and slipped next to an old woman. She was heading across the cross walk to the store. For all the bird kid behind him knew, Mike was willing to harm any number of civilians. No one with a right mind would engage Mike while he was next to someone so fragile. He cocked his head to the side, and looked at the bird kid behind him, Mike's eyes were cold and calm. Devoid of emotion. He really hoped that none of these bird kids had offensive powers, because he was greatly outnumbered. He pushed the doors open, and leaned against the door. All Mike had to do was to stall them, maybe he wouldn't even have to raise a hand. He made sure to position himself at the door, because his ability would be very effective if they all charged at once.

"Mister & Miss Bernard? Making all sorts of new friends aren't we?" Mike lifted one eyebrow, his face still unreadable. His eyes glancing over to the birdkid that was behind him. Mike couldn't afford to be hit by him, that's all the intel he had on him. Mike rarely did anything too horrible in front of Matt and Marcy, but he hoped they would fear him enough not to attack. Mike was bulkier then the average bird kid, this gave him basic enhancements in strength and endurance, but he lacked in speed, and flexibility. Mike was a shock trooper, designed to take a lot of hits. His strength couldn't best any birdkids with strength mutations, but he could still hold his own. Close quarters, Mike moved quickly, but when it came to flight Mike couldn't keep up. If the bird kids were smart, they'd go out the back. Fly away to fight another day.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Connor Krauklis Character Portrait: Jude Oakheart Character Portrait: Haley Price Character Portrait: "Sariya" Eins Character Portrait: Marcus Character Portrait: Taylor Rice Character Portrait: Samuel Echtin Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Carter McAdams Character Portrait: Brendan McAdams Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard Character Portrait: Michael

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Settings: Heated lab in the freezing colds of Antarctica

Dr. Gunther stared at the various monitors secured to the lackluster gray wall in his office. What better place to have a secret lab than in the isolated white plains of Antarctica?

Each screen was filled with one interesting image or another. A few of them even ineffectually displayed the outside of the Antarctican Ward in all its insipid glory.

But the most interesting monitors were the ones right in front of Dr. Gunther. The ones that showed them.

Generation 5

The most advanced form of Pouli Anthropos.

There they were in all their glory. Tall, graceful creatures, that looked almost as endearing as softly painted pastel angels. Their wings were smooth and shiny, as healthy as any well fed fowl, and they expressed the slim musculature that was to be expected of their generation. They were beautiful.

Okay, who was Gunther kidding? The children were ragged, poorly dressed, escapees, with little to their names but the few various items they’d conned and stolen out of innocent, unaware, humans. Still, it was better than nothing.

Their cunning showed their willingness to survive and thrive in relatively poor conditions. Weather they accomplished their survival by brute force or trickery varied from child to child, but, 88% of the time, resulted in victory.

They showed poor social skills in regards to humans, but seemed to trust one another (out of the few that had actually encountered each other), and showed a willingness to work together, or become accomplices.

Carefully, he looked from monitor to monitor, meticulously observing the actions that took place within the walls of the black boxes.

The first one he glanced over showed two of the older children speaking, strangely enough, near a dumpster. For a millisecond, he wondered how they were tolerating the repulsive scent of garbage, before shifting through his files.

“Taylor Rice” and “Samuel Echtin” were their unnumbered names. The poor boy, in an attempt to divulge answers about the Ward, questioned the girl. She answered in a typically sarcastic manner. Then, she asked a literal question. Something Gunther thought was a plausible question.

“Hey...have you seen any…more of us?” came her quiet frizzled voice through the monitor.

Gunther chuckled, low and devilish, something that would send chills down the bones of the innocent.

His eyes traveled to the next monitor. One of the younger subjects, “Conner Krauklis”, was out and about in the forest, lost and screaming. No doubt his terrified shouts would eventually attract the attention of those mongrels Gunther had created so many years ago.

The next screen was a bit more interesting. A boy had a death lock on her. For a moment, Gunther was petrified that he would kill her. But then, she was dropped out of his grip. Fear ran rampant in her eyes, and Gunther made no attempt to hide his disgust.

“Dear Eins,” He whispered to himself, shuffling through her papers, “He is your friend. Do not be afraid,” Speaking to himself in this manner, Gunther sounded almost crazed. Of course, with Eins being more than complicated, the doctor had no plausible way of knowing what she was thinking without being close to her. He cared little. Eins had just been a stepping stone for his latest project. The boy, however, was more than a stepping stone. Generation 5, his name was “Jude Oakheart”. Surprisingly he had manifested the power that allowed him to escape.

Then, to the right of his present screen, there was “Marcus”, or so it seemed he was named. The child had cleverly stolen a credit card, proceeded to clear the scene of any plausible evidence, and went on to use the withdrawal money to his advantage. Gunther found the amount of items he had ordered impractical, but kept it to himself.

“Clever, very clever…” Gunther grumbled, as the child disappeared within the confinements of a bathroom, to which Gunther refused to have his camera follow.

Then, his cameras went to the scene of drama. His most least desired experiment, vs his most desired experiment.

Michael, that mongrel of a Vampire, had approached three of them. “Brendan McAdams”, “Matthew Bernard” and “Marceline Bernard”. Gunther’s lips edged into a smile as he wondered how each individual child was handling the confrontation between Avian and Vampire. He doted on it little.

A “special” thing caught his eye.

A Generation 4. They had all been eradicated. Or so his scientists had reported to him. And yet, here was a twenty year old Generation 4 male, with big thick muscles, and a clear mutation that had caused it. Even his wings were broader than the norm.

Screen capping his face, Gunther plugged the image into his databases.

No name. Just an image of the same man, though younger, with a smaller body (the beginnings of his advanced muscle development had begun to show in the teenage picture).

He was coupled with a young, quite miniature, female, with a darker skin tone.

Both of them had supposedly died in a plane crash.

Gunther was going to have a word with the employees of the South American Ward.

Suppressing his anger, his eyes moved on to the next screen.

A boy very similar to “Brendan” popped up on the screen, along with a innocent, and very confused looking girl, who happened to coincidentally also be another experiment. “Carter McAdams” and “Haley Price”. He was urging her to get a move on, do a perimeter of the area. Gunther theorized “Carter” knew trouble was on the rise by the fact that the twins, “Bredan” and “Carter” had been observed expressing a special connection with one another. It disappointed him that “Marceline” and “Matthew” had not developed a similar power, both children also being twins.

However, “Brendan” and “Carter” were identical. “Marceline” and “Matthew” were fraternal. Maybe it made all the difference.

“Alice!” he called. A small girl, no more than six years, with curly blonde hair, bounded over to him, placing her hand in his.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Do you see the children, Alice?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She responded, ice blue eyes grazing over each Avian filled monitor with intelligence far surpassing the age of six.

“Alice, one day you will rule them all.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Marceline POV


I resisted the urge to immediately run for my life.

One thing that remained, however, was that everyone stayed calm.

Brendan, Matthew, me…not a single one of us showed any apparent fear.

“Michael,” I responded calmly, and a bit too confidently. I was thrilled. Never before, in my time at the Ward, had I been allowed to directly call a Vampire by his name. Out here, the rules were different.

“Making friends is a good idea. Don’t you think so? Besides, I’m sure one of you make friends with your brethren,” I said, mockingly referring to his team of vampires.

“Why don’t you go ahead and come for us?” Matthew said, a steel edge in his voice.

My eyes, for a second, glanced back towards the building where the “adult bird kid” was stationed. Something looked odd about his feet. They had changed color. It almost seemed like, from his knees down, there was short course fur, and a furry tail sticking out from his behind.

Must be a power or something.

For a moment, his eyes zeroed in on Mike. He crouched down, preparing for flight, or so I thought.

And then, he jumped.

Euro


For a moment, the Vamp had turned to look at me. He knew I was there, and he was letting me know it. I returned his cold hard stare with a much calmer one, making a face as he turned away to greet the children.

The young blonde girl eyes seemed to wander for a moment, falling on me. I ignored her stare to calculate the distance between me and Mike. It was about twenty feet.

No sweat. I had the enhanced muscle strength, not to mention the fact that I was able to half morph my legs into something more lemur like, powerful, and equipped for jumping and climbing.

Perhaps Mike was expecting me to fly to him, attack him from the air. That’s what most Vampires expected, at least.

Nope.

I crouched, down and then, bam, rocketed off from the roof opposite the store. I probably looked just like a monkey, taking a leap like that, but I landed exactly where I wanted to.

Right next to the Vampire.

“You wanna back off, Vamp?” I asked, calm like Solo had taught me.

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Mike's odds weren't good as is, they'd only get worse as the bird kids gathered. Mike only had one advantage, it would be very difficult to land a hit on him for one, and for two time was on his side. For every second that ticked by would allow the town to get increasingly populated by his fellow vampires. Mike knew this was an impossible mission, all he had to do was to keep them talking. No bird kid would talk to a vamipre for one minutes let alone five. Mike was slightly taken through a loop when he was adressed as his name. More often then not bird kids spat curses at him. Then again they had good reason. Mike called bird kids by their names, there was no need to strip them of that right when he could avoid it.

“Making friends is a good idea. Don’t you think so? Besides, I’m sure one of you make friends with your brethren,” Marcy said in a mocking tone. To which Mike found cold irony.

“Why don’t you go ahead and come for us?” Matthew said, a steel edge in his voice.

Mike opened his mouth, ready to speak until the one on the roof sped towards him, with a jump. Mike was shocked, but didn't show it. He breathed a sigh of relief when the bird kid stopped. He was waiting for the last moment to unleash a wave of force, but didn't even have to.

“You wanna back off, Vamp?” The new one asked, just as calm as the others. Mike was pleased with how calm the bird kids were handling his own presence. They would make it far. Mike was certain of that much. He was also starting to think even when his fellow vampires got into position, it wouldn't matter. They would need helicopter support, plus snipers on most of the rooftops. Half of the fire teams were set up, but Mike never had any high hopes for this op. He half hoped he would've been issued a position as a guard in the middle of nowhere. Mike would cope easily with that, for being deployed on many search and capture missions left him worn, and tired.

"An interesting question for one such as myself, surely a crazy beast of a person wouldn't be able to discern the difference between 'wanting to back off,' and 'having to back off.' I wouldn't be able to tell you if I wanted to; however, I can tell you that I have no choice in the matter." Mike finished with his eyes closed, and a genuine grin. He was looking right at the newsest and closest bird kid. Mike was doing a great job of stalling, or so he thought. It was a plus that he enjoyed talking to bird kids, he never usually had the chance. He was usually keeping them in their cages, or dragging them off to one.

"And to answer your two questions previously made known to me." Mike paused to turn to Marcy, and Matt.

"To you Mister Bernard. I am clearly already 'here,' so I have already come for you, and to you Miss Bernard, I am a blood thirsty monster. My kind doesn't place value on friendship." Mike finished with his usual blank expression. Mike anticipated the bone shattering punch that the nearest Bird kid was going to give him. He was ready to use his shock wave if he even so much as moved in a manner that warranted action. Only a few more minutes before Vampires burst through the back. He just had to keep on talking.

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(I apologize if this post seems....meh...I was very tired when I wrote, but I doubt I'll have time to get this in tomorrow, so I had to do it tonight. Might be too busy tomorrow morning. Once again, I apologize.)

Mike
(@ Guardian Angel, My rping my not exactly be the way yours is, but I tried my best to keep him in character.)

Mike’s glance idly passed over the back door of roof. Just a few more minutes and he would be home free. Distracting these kids was what he had come up here to do. Distracting he had done.

For a moment, all of them were silent, Vampire, and Avians alike. The atmosphere felt tense with anxiety and anticipation, and Mike felt sour regret bubbling up inside of. These kids had a chance. They should’ve run.

Abruptly one disappeared from his view. If Mike was panicked, he didn’t show. But the kid had just disappeared, vanished, out of sight.

Invisible.

Just then his phone vibrated, an almost indiscernible feeling against the thickness of his protective gear. But, then again, he was Vampire. Everything was different through these eyes. What was dull to a human was as clear as daylight to him.

He flipped open the phone, keeping a careful eye on each child, even acting as though he could see the one that had disappeared.

“Boss, we’re good to go. We’ve got the building surrounded. Caught a couple o’ them mutants up by a dumpster too. Sent six of the men after them. We’ve got about 20 remaining, three in the store, incognito, five surrounding the perimeter, ten above the clouds ready to come down.”

“Clear.” Mike said, before snapping the phone shut.

In an almost regretful whisper, he said, “Time’s up.”

Flipping off the roof, he did a loop, before flying upwards.

Then all hell broke loose.

@Marcy, Matt, and Brendan


The Vamp dove down from the clouds, his colleagues following suit. Immediately, his vision clouded red. He would have to resist the urge to smash these kids brains right through their skulls, as was the typical Vampire way. All of them would.

They jetted past Mike, diving to whichever kid was closest.

One grabbed the girl in a deadlock, trying to choke her into submission. Two others aimed for the same girl, coming down with incomprehensible speed.

Another Vamp whipped the blonde boy in his head with his foot and devastating accuracy.

Three others came down on the spot where the invisible boy had been formerly standing, whipping their arms back and fourthly, blindly aiming for the kid. They had to catch him at some point.

Two others descended upon the adult male, grabbing him by each arm.

@Taylor and Sam


The six vampires were descending upon these in particular two children with a slow speed. The kids were close to the public. They had to be careful.

With a brief nod from the head of the small splinter group, an in particularly fast female shot out and caught the blonde girl, who had been floating off the ground a bit, by her head, snapping her teeth dangerously close to the girls ears.

“Why don’t I cut all the pretty hair off from this head,” The Vamp hissed into her ear.

Another went to apprehend the boy, crashing into him with brute force.

The rest followed slowly, lips pulled back in frightening smiles.

“Say hello, to goodbye,” one growled, grinning like a maniac.

Marceline


I was barely able to screech before a Vampire grabbed me by my throat, causing my former screech to choke out of my mouth.

Another was dashing from my feet, at which point I promptly thought, fight, fight, fight.

Using the choker as a prop I raised my feet, ignoring my stifling lungs, and kicked the incoming Vamp in the face. He screamed, pulling back and holding his nose. Then, in a split second decision, I decided to use the shield.

It erupted from my skin, a light blue sheen, with enough force to frighten the choker away. He banged at it, causing an immediate headache.

But I couldn’t stop to think. Another was already clawing at my shirt. Up, up, and away. I dropped my shield as I ascended, looking down only to observe who was following me.

I flapped powerfully, using my speed to my advantage. I had fast flight. One of my few freak powers. But if I kept it up at this rate…I would lose too much energy between fighting and flying.

And so, folding my wings, I dropped like a rock. The three Vamps that had been tailgating me yelped as fell back down, smashing head on with the very third.

We tumbled in the sky, before I snapped my wings out, catching myself the last minute. I was only faintly aware of my bleeding nose, the pain in my back when my wings opened, the bleeding left wing.

Pain. Dead on pain.

Matthew


“Ow,” I shouted, holding the left side of my face. There was a delicate trail of blood dripping from my lips, and I almost felt sorry for my face. Too bad, I’d already been hit like that at the Ward.

“Sucker,” I shouted in a Vampire esque voice, and I turned back around to smash my fist into his forehead. His eyes bulged out, faltering with the surprise attack.

Looking up I spotted Marcy. She was dropping. Fast.

Just as I was about to snap out after her, the Vamp jumped me from behind, sinking his claw like hands into my shoulders.

I gasped, stuck between fear, and panic for my sister. Only when I saw her floating slightly above to ground did I feel safe to resist the Vamp. Dropping down, I rolled on my back, tumbling along with the Vampire, and trying to grab for his wings.

God this was going to be a long night.

Euro


What the hell. The knew exactly where to strike. Holding my arms like pitbulls, both vamps gave me devilish grins.

I frowned, trashing around. One of the Vampires tripped, clear surprise flashing across his face, surprised with my strength. The other, however, was a bit more resilient.

He held onto my arm, aiming his teeth for me. Ew. I jolted my half lemur leg upwards, kicking him in his chin. He gasped, and blood burbled from his mouth before the second grabbed my tail and pulled.

God, I think this was how Goku felt every time his tail got cut off. Except, mine was still intact. My lips pursed together, and, doing a roundabout, I clipped the Vamp in his ribs. He crumpled to the ground, and I flew up towards the sky before broken jaw there grabbed my foot.

“Coming with me, huh?” I asked.

I looked around.

We were surrounded.

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"All remaining forces, move in; and take care to remember that lethal force is not an option." Mike spoke into the phone with a commanding tone. One had to be firm with Vampires, they tended to challange other Vampires for rights as leader. Mike put down many vamps, that's why he was never challanged. He was feared amongst even his own, he has a reputation for being cold, calm, and collected. This was an alien trait amongst Vampires. This difference inspired respect through fear. Mike usually was deployed on suicide missions, things that couldn't be done. All things considered, his marks were nearly perfect. His record had a few blemishes, though nothing to be killed over. Mike closed his phone, and put it in one of his chest pouches. He threw off his jacket during his escape. His armor was slightly standard, his was a tad heavier. Mike's suit had to withstand the force of his ability without suffering wear. Mike replaced his phone with an ear piece.

The time for stealth had passed as soon as he realized Marcy and Matt were his targets. A test perhaps? To see if Mike was indeed loyal. He was struggling to coordinate the attack. Mike didn't feel right about this. He could give his forces advice: Avoiding the adult Bird hybrid would be key. From what Mike saw, he was very versed in combat, the experiment had even been gifted with high strength levels. They would need to stop him with sedatives, no the only thing they could do to that experiment now, was to simply keep him occupied. That would mean throwing reserve forces at him whenever possible. The Invisible one would be problematic, Mike would probably suggest finding a way to void that ability. Whether that means pouring water all over the ground, or marking the target somehow. Marcy and Matt were tough, but all one had to do was throw enough Vamps at them, and they would fall eventually. Mike didn't have intel on any other bird kids, so it would be vital to focus on the ones he did know how to counter. Atleast somewhat anyways.

Mike maintained radio silence, and swooped up to a building. He sat on the side, dangling his feet over the edge. Mike folded his wings in, the leathery texture of the membrane rubbing on his spine always made him want to shiver. He used his sharp eyes and senses to observe the battle field. Mike looked at his hands, scarred by cuts, his knuckles worn by countless punches. Mike stood up, his wings jumped out from his back. Soon two vamps landed on either side of him. One was too afraid to make eye contact, none-the-less he still spoke. "There is a bird kid in the woods, should we engage?"

Mike nodded and told them both to go. After they left Mike leapt into action. He allowed himself to fall, he flew low and as fast as possible. A few of the vamps that engaged the two bird kids behind the store had flatlined. Mike grunted, and flew over the battle. He signaled for three vamps, and pointed at Matt. Mike made a circle in the air with one finger. They'd understand, Mike wanted them to keep Matt out of the air for as long as possible. Marcy seemed to be occupied. The adult bird kid was proving problematic. Mike signaled at two more bird kids in the area to engage the adult.

The only sound Mike could hear was the flapping of his wings. He wanted to change that. Mike drew his sidearm, and signaled the rest of the vampires hovering over Taylor, and Sam to move in. Mike fired two bullets at Sam while still in flight, the projectiles roared towards Sam, coliding with the pavement a foot away where he was positioned. Mike ensured the shots were opposite of the store. His intention was to provide incentive for Sam and Taylor to move towards the other group of bird kids. Together the bird kids could wipe the floor with any number of vamps. Together they can do this. Mike was confident. The lack of powers hampered his vampires. Mike's guilt silently lessened. He spiraled through the air. Mike knew what he was doing was wrong, but he had to get into the fight. He landed on the roof, he masked the sadness of his aching heart. The weakness his emotion gave him. His reluctance to cause pain. Mike was about to charge until his radio came to life. "Mike flank around, stay airborne, if the experiments get away we'll need a heading." A scientist spoke through the Communications network. Mike nodded, and took to the skies once more.

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I frowned, licking my lips, and tasting the sweet tang of blood. Gosh, I wondered how beat up my face looked. The Vampire I’d crashed into was flailing towards the ground, desperately trying to get his wings to work. He let out a low moan as he slammed against the ground with a heavy thud, a bloodcurdling crack coming from his left wing.

I winced as I shot away from the broken Vamp, now acutely aware of the prickling pain running along the span of my left wing, and the joints where my wings and back connected. Risking a glance at a jewelers window, I hastily assessed whatever injuries I could make out in the fleeting moment.

Blood was still leaking from my nose, but from the way it felt, it wasn’t broken. The source of the pain in my wing became obvious upon the brief glance. A large cut ran along the side of my wing, oozing blood that ran like water, lacing itself between and underneath my feathers, and dying them a dark, almost black, red.

The injury was enough to force me to pump my wings harder than normal just to get my bearings in the air.

Flying up high, I tried to make out the scene as appropriately as I could. Matthew was having a one-on-one with a particularly ambitious Vampire, throwing in punches when he could, and getting his fair share of a beating. His bottom lip was swollen and red, and a bright trail of blood had leaked off his chin and onto his shirt. Something looked awkward about the jerking way his right arm was moving, and I had no choice but to assume that the ball of his arm had popped out of its socket. There was a blue-black bruise beginning to form like a discombobulated fruit underneath his eye on his cheek bone.

All in all, he seemed to be holding his own.

I felt some anxiety upon still not being able to spot Brendan. The kid had prolonged his invisibility to the point where the dumb witted Vampires were still flailing their arms in a blind attempt to clip the boy somehow. I bit my lip, holding back constrained laughter, watching the way they bumbled around in a serious attempt at a go at the invisibly kid.

The strain on my lungs made me realize that I’d probably cracked a rib or two, seeing as a splitting pain traveled up along the right side of my chest.

The adult mutant was being pressured by three to four Vampires at once, but he seemed to be holding his own. Or at least he had been holding his own. But just in case you’re not a mutant freak that’s fought Vampires before, let me tell you, four Vampires is a lot to take on at once.

Fluttering closer to the fight, for a better vantage point, I was able to spot the unmistakable swelling of a broken wrist, and the fact that both his nostrils were leaking rose red blood right over his lips.

Yep, four Vamps are overwhelming. Even our buff mutant-superman was faltering in his fighting.

Getting ready to dive in to help the guy, I stopped cold when I heard the distinctive shot of a gun.

Frantically my eyes searched for my brother, praying, hoping, he hadn’t been shot. Thankfully, he was still standing strong against in his man-to-man fight with his persistent Vamp, only wavering to check and make sure I hadn’t been shot. Our eyes met for a moment, and I could only imagine the relief in his were reflected by my own spectacles.

Scoping my surroundings out, (before being abruptly smashed in the side by a Vamp) I was able to see Mike holding a rifle of some sort, obviously the one that had carried out the shot, and couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been doing? Killing one of his men to save them some pain? Killing an innocent human who’d accidently spotted the fighting? Shooting a fire hydrant?

I don’t know.

All I knew was that I was going to rip the hair off of the Vampire attacking me till he went permanently bald.

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Samuel


Samuel immediately felt the drain from using his abilities he stumbled backwards almost colliding with the floor again, he somehow retained his footing and remained standing barely. He had just used the last of his electrical potential, he needed to recharge either through his natural process which only generated so much power or through absorbing some more energy, which certainly packed more of a punch but he doubted he'd be able to obtain it during this situation, as it took time to refill his energy levels.

Samuel wearily looked around, before noticing Taylor she had managed to avoid the blast, which made Samuel sigh with relief as a weight was lifted off his chest. Although the blast was certainly not lethal, he was sure it hurt, but nevertheless he was glad to see Taylor unharmed. As Taylor nodded obviously impressed, Samuel was hesitant before muttering unsure "I don't think I can do that again. At least not for awhile." Samuel noted he had caught a couple of the vamps in his blast, he was impressed by this feat and smiled mostly to himself, proud of his actions. This should give them leeway to make a run for it.

As Samuel was going to signal Taylor to take flight, he heard the roar of a gun his sensitive hearing picked up on this almost instantly and he fell backwards quickly trying to avoid it, only to notice the bullet marks about a foot away from him, he yelped at how close the bullets had been from hitting him before shuddering. Samuel's head looked up towards the source of the bullets where he saw a vampire hovering a gun in hand, as Samuel twitched he managed to note that several other vampires were descending in on them, it looked like the one who had fired the gun was leading them or something, he didn't realize vampires could do that due to them being so, violent which was the only word that came to mind besides crazy, viscous and pure evil.

Samuel twisted his gaze away from the sky when the vampires had nearly descended to the ground, staying in this enclosed space suddenly seemed like a bad idea, taking to the skies seemed like the way to go, he noted. As he slowly observed the scene, he twisted his head back before calling to Taylor, "We should really get out of here..." his eyes widened as he noticed the vamps landing on the ground, "Because they're calling in the cavalry." his voice was dry, and somewhat sarcastic.

In a second Samuel was in the air, flying past the vampires and maneuvering through the buildings away from the store. He wasn't sure how he had exactly avoided the vampires as he was sure one could have easily grabbed him, but he guessed he underestimated his prowess in flying. He flew very shortly but rose above buildings, he had hoped Taylor had begun to follow behind him but he couldn't risk checking. His flight was short however, as a couple the vampires that had followed, had managed to beat him to the ground. It seemed like a war zone, as he couldn't fly without being swarmed, hit body was covered in bruises which he was sure would heal in mere minutes, a minor inconvenience, he was more worried about Taylor.

Samuel noted that flying was suicide so he had to run, which attracted some vampires. As Samuel paused he could hear a fight just as viscous as the one he was previously in, he emerged from the area only to have his jaw drop, there were several others like him fighting a dozen or so vampires, he stood there bewildered by the situation for a second he looked totally out of it, not sure how to react. His eyes scanned through the others, he hadn't even traveled that far only a block or so, and now he had stumbled across this.

Samuel's mind finally sparked, before it focused on Taylor. He quickly turned around to see if she had followed or was in virew, but all he felt was a fist colliding with his face, he fell to the floor. A vampire was behind him howling with delight at its hit, Samuel scowled rubbing his cheek, before he promptly using both his legs, kicked it full force in the stomach it reeled back, giving Samuel some breathing space, as he scurried to his feet, Samuel looked around even more bewildered at the situation then before.

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Taylor

I had quickly flown towards the ground as Samuel began to recover. He seemed okay, but as he mentioned he probably wouldn't be using his power again, I sighed. Oh well then. I jumped, nearly flying into the air at the sound of gunshots. I folded my wings in slightly, afraid of getting them hit. I looked to see if they had hit Samuel since the sound was closer to him but nope. Thank god, I would have panicked if they did. Still, they were too close for comfort. Using my main ability, I searched and saw red moving shapes moving towards us.

Just great. I let out a annoyed hiss. "We should really get out of here..." Samuel started "Because they're calling in the cavalry." I smirked slightly and nodded. Samuel took off into the air, and I glanced at the vamps once more, taking off after him. I kept him in my line of sight while at the same time, glancing back to see if they were following us. And it's pretty hard trying to make sure you’re following someone and at the same time make sure you’re not being followed. Of course though Samuel started landing and I followed, narrowly avoiding a Vampires grasp as I landed. I ran to catch up with him and then saw them. More bird people like us. And more vamps.

Honestly though, I was still caught up on the bird kid thing. The vamps were sort of forgotten for a split second. It was still hard to ignore the joy filling up inside me. Though, I was snapped back into reality as strong hands put me in a tight headlock. I grunted. My eyes quickly searched for anything, anything at all to help me. A few lone rocks laid on the ground. It wasn't much but it was something. Concentrating (hard to do when the life is being squeezed out of you) I stared at the rocks. One by one, they slowly rose and flew straight towards me. I flicked my eyes upward, and they quickly changed position. I could hear the vamp wince and let out a small "ow."

Rocks didn't have much effect, but they distracted him, and I wrenched upwards. For a split second I saw Samuel kicking a Vamp in its stomach. Then I had to resume to my own fight. I bit down hard on its hand, and it let out a pained wail. I continued biting though, harder, while at the same time thrusting my elbow backwards into his stomach. He let go of me, and my mouth remained on his mouth for a few seconds, before I kicked him in his rib, and then flew up to survey the scene.

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God, I was bleeding from head to toe. My Vamp lay on the ground, arm broken, coughing up blood. His blood shot eyes roamed over to my face and we stared each other down for a few minutes.

"Well?" His voice was gruff, sounding almost impatient, as he asked the question.

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to kill me?" he spat, looking devastated now. Understanding washed over me, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him.

"Dude," I said, as calmly as I possibly could, "I'm not a monster. I don't kill other uselessly. And I'm not going to kill you."

Turning away before he could answer, I swooped up into the sky. My sister was tangling with a Vampire. It looked like she was trying to pull its hair out of its head, and I stifled a pained laugh watching her ungracefully tear off a lump. The Vamp held its bald spot, hissing and roaring like a maniac, and attempting a snap at Marce's neck. My sis was damaged pretty badly. One of her wings looked like it'd taken on a pretty sore hit. She looked like she was limping in the air, if that makes any sense.

As for me, one of my arms had been twisted. It'd eventually pop back into place.

Euro had taken his fight to the ground. He seemed to be holding up. One of the four Vamps that'd been attacking him had retreated, probably due to some painful injury or another.

Surveying my surrounding I was able to spot two new additions. No not more Vamps. Two bird kids. One, a male, was in a scuffle with a Vamp, giving it a good kick to the ribs, and then rolling away.

Another one, a female, had flown up in the sky.

Taking one pained breath, I flew up to her. She looked okay, not hurt, but it never hurt to ask.

"You okay?" I asked, realizing how weird it was that a random bird kid had just flown up to her without much thought for introductions. Without waiting for her answer, I motioned to the boy, "Is he your friend?"

Hey, what can I say. In the middle of a battle I was trying to figure out relations.

I'm such a lady killer.

Besides that, the Vamps were slowly falling away, and there seemed to be less and less of them fighting.

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Mike's eyes grew sad once he realized all of the carnage he let ensue. He should've put an end to it sooner. Mike counted a few were dead already, and the birdkids were getting hurt as is. Mike had done his job, Mike was sure that his forces were just practice. If the Ward was serious they would've deployed helicopters, maybe a few tranq units to back everyone up. His troops were armed with weapons that they simply weren't allowed to use. He gave a deep sigh, a headache was starting to manifest itself, as Mike swooped down with his rifle slung to his back. Mike broadcasted on all channels. The more experience his team had, the better they'd be. Even if that meant keeping them alive after a failed op. That's what Mike told himself anyways. He knew that he hated to see his kind die. He hated all of the death in his life. Senseless death.

"All able troops, we are pulling the wounded out. Disengage, we are in no condition to keep fighting." Mike looked out for his own, even if they were crazed animals. He swooped down, and landed on the roof where Matt has disposed of his vampire. Mike knelt down, one broken arm. Internal bleeding, probably punctured a lung. Broken ribs were likely, for that was the most common wound Vampires usually suffered due to their unprotected ribcages. Mike picked up his fellow vamp, and briefly glanced at the bird kids before leaving. His wings pumped hard to get himself and his cargo out of harms way. Mike angled away with a flock of surviving vampires, carrying the wounded. Mike looked down at the male vampire in his arms. "You did good today, remember that." That's all Mike was willing to say. Mike only knew one thing for certain, though he hated it. He would have to actually fight the next time he met those bird kids. The Ward wouldn't want one of their most lethal fighters sitting back, worthless as he was.

Mike traveled for only a little while, flying as fast as he could. Mike made sure his beacon was running, for he didn't want shooters to kill him on sight. Mike landed once he got the go ahead. "Get the med teams ready, we have a few wounded." Mike spoke calmly. He knew the Ward would just throw a few of them away, but Mike had to try to save the few he could.

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My lips pursed as I dived after the girl following her at a more leisurely pace. The battle was over. The Vamps were retreating. Now all that was left were the bird freaks.

But that didn’t necessarily make us (you know, Marce and me) friends with them. Heck, it didn’t even make us acquaintances. Not yet, anyway. When you come from a place like the Ward, the first thing you learn is to trust no one (with the exception of us unbreakably close siblings). My worries for both of our new mutants had been subdued. Neither one of them seemed terribly hurt, which put them back up on the “suspect list”. Like I said, trust no one.

By the time we landed, I realized a very important thing. I hadn’t taken a good look at either one of the new additions. Shamelessly, I turned to graze my eyes over the girl.

She was pretty. She would have been prettier if she’d had a bath, but when you’re a mutant on the run from a bunch of freaky scientists, trying to survive the wilds and not get killed is your number one priority. It’s kind of hard to fit bath time into that schedule. She was short, shorter than Marce, but I supposed she was an average human female height, which would probably make her stand out much less in a crowd of normal people.

Prying my eyes away, I turned to take a good look at the boy. He was shorter than me, too. I was about 5’8, whereas Marce was about 5’6. As you can see, we either: a) Come from a family of tall freaks, or b) were messed around with to be that tall. Whatever the situation, we not exactly little people. Well anyway, back to the other guy. He had wild, uncontrollably jet black hair, tousled up in a mess on his head, and I nonchalantly wondered if I could one day rock that look. Nah, not my style.

The boy had been saying something, and by the time I zoned back in from my observations, his words had passed right through my brain. I picked up on the idea that there was relief, since the Vamps were retreating, and some amazement that there were more winged freaks in the world. Wonderful.

My lips parted, and I was in the process of asking what their names were, when my sister landed next to us with a soft thud. Boy, she looked beat up. Her sweater had a defined lined of blood running down it, no doubt soaking to her under shirt, whereas her jeans had been ripped up a bit. What’s worse was that her left wing seemed to be stiff and mutilated with a flurry of loose feathers, claw marks, and blood, and it was giving me a bit of a panic attack. She looked bad. And yet her face, bloody nose and all, had this tough-as-nails look on it. That’s Marce. She’s a survivor.

Marceline


Gosh, I hated the way my brother was looking at me. He was taking in every cut, scrape, and bruise I had, and was knowingly thinking the same thoughts that I was: I was in pain.

But we had two new editions with us. And I did not like to look weak in front of anyone but my brother.

My mouth parted for a moment, a small opening between my thin lips, as I evaluated and grouped together my thoughts. The adult mutant landed next to me. He wasn’t the tallest (standing maybe an inch above me), but he had a strong, dominant, almost too confident look to him, that I assumed came along with the whole “I’m an adult” thing. Admittedly, he was kind of handsome, but not my type. You know, you can never trust adults. Though, I had a feeling this guy was on our side.

The two other kids seemed to be acquainted with one another somehow, and they showed an easy recognition of one another. Matthew fell back from the girl’s side to flank me, scratching the back of his head as he did a casual 360 of the place. After all, it’s better to be safe than sorry. He gave me a quick, barely recognizable, thumbs up, that told me we seemed to be safe in the darkness. His eyes roved over to my left wing (as did the adult’s) and both their brow furrowed. I refused to look. I hated to show weakness, and hate to be afraid. I hated the fear of seeing just how bad I was damaged...What if…my flying…

Focus Marce, focus.

First and foremost:

“What are your names?” I asked motioning to the new editions. My voice was hardened, almost demanding, and I wondered if I should have regretted the commanding tone. I wasn’t the leader (and definitely not the adult) but it felt like me, talking like this.

“Euro,” the adult replied. I nodded, waiting for the rest of their responses, and casually throwing Matthew a look. He nodded ever so slightly, telling me he was there, that he wasn’t going to leave me. If Matthew had been born first, he would have been a great older brother.

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I tensed slightly. I know what I said about being happy there were more bird kids but now I just felt on guard. We had just met them and sure they seemed to be battling on our side but still, anything could change. Uh-oh more paranoia. I looked at Samuel. "No biggie, they're retreating" I said, shrugging. I glanced at the guy from before. He was studying us but for what? Did we look suspicious?

I hate when I get this way. It's annoying so I decided to put an end to this. Closing my eyes tightly I took a few deep breaths then opened them. I looked at the others and let out a relived sight as I blinked a few times. My head hurts a little bit now. I shouldn't do that for a while I think solemnly to myself.

I look up as the girl from before asks for our names. One of them, an adult introduces himself as Euro. It's a cool name and simple. I rub my neck which is aching slightly. "Taylor" I say, still attempting to massage my neck. What i give for a really nice nap right now. A comfortable bed, a fridge stocked with food. All I need is one day to get myself together and then maybe I would fill like fighting again.

I wince slightly as I lower my arm. Everything freaking hurts.

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Samuel


"No biggie, they're retreating" Samuel nodded at Taylor's response before he casually glanced at the boy behind her, he seemed to descend at a leisurely pace which caused Samuel to snort briefly. Samuel's eyes then lolled upwards as he saw two more bird-people land, he flinched at both of their landings but he didn't know why, surprise he supposed but he felt a certain unease, which didn't really help the situation.

In total there were three besides him and Taylor, he observed them calmly running a cool eye over each of them, he was sure they were doing the same: one was a male an adult he stood roughly at Samuel's height and carried a certain vibe; next was another boy, he was taller than the adult but undoubtedly looked younger; last was the girl, she looked beat up pretty bad her wing looked a mess and Samuel frowned hesitantly before pausing, not sure how to react.

“What are your names?” The girl cut in her voice was hard and demanding, Samuel lowered his gaze to the ground as the adult introduced himself as Euro, he wasn't sure what the name meant but then again most names didn't really have a meaning, but nevertheless it certainly was a cool name. As Taylor introduced herself Samuel leaned against himself into a more comfortable position, Samuel squinted through the dark, he had amazing eyesight but alas it couldn't penetrate the darkness.

"Samuel..." He said wearily waving his left arm, he then stifled a yawn. Samuel absentmindedly began to examine his own injuries briskly, he lifted up his left sleeve tiredly, to see a faint bruise which was slowly receding into itself leaving behind unmarked flesh, good he had already healed most of the damage he had received today, a small mercy he was thankful for. His eyes slowly descended back onto the group, as he tilted his head curiously, but also slightly anxious.

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Euro, Taylor, and Samuel. I let the names sink in before commenting, “Nice names.”

Giving a nonchalant grin, I said, “I’m Matthew.”

I waved timidly feeling shy for the first time in eons. There weren’t any high amounts of adrenaline or testosterone pumping through my bloodstream anymore, and so I had cooled down a copious amount of degrees. Which left me feeling out of place and awkward. Among mutants. I mean, gosh, I must have taken a beating to the head because usually I was the outgoing sarcastic idiot in the bunch. But hey, it was a new experience, meeting so many of us in one area. Almost overwhelming.

Clearing my throat I tried to deliver a sarcastic line to smooth over the atmosphere.

“At least Dracula and his hoard of bats are gone now.”

Which was true. Mike and the Vampires had disappeared from sight and sound. Not even my night vision was able to spot them standing out amongst the darkness of the Arizonian scenery.

That left us safe for now. But safety didn’t make up for the damage we’d taken. I winced as my left arm ached painfully, reminding me that the bone had probably twisted out of place somehow. It sounded much more gruesome than it looked, and caused a prolific amount of pain.

Marce jabbed me with a feather light touch in the ribs, her silent way of telling me to shut up.

Wait.

Marce jabbed me with a feather light touch? Marce’s average form of gentle would have still had me wincing. She was never that soft. The girl had beaten me with disinfectant smelling lego blocks in the Ward, for crying out loud. When she was three. There was no way she was going soft on me now.

“Marce,” I said, anxiously realizing she had deterred to give her name.

“I can’t feel my wrrrring….”

“Marce?....!” I yelped, snapping forward as my sister slowly began tilting to the side, still burbling out incoherent words. Catching her in my arms, I flinched, watching her limp wing smack the ground with a soft thud, and ignoring the dull pain that plagued my left shoulder. Her other wing was neatly, and tightly folded up against her back, and I wondered if she’d been straining to do so to the other, now dead looking, wing as well.

“Marce!” I shouted, feeling myself begin to panic. My muscles seemed to lock up, and every instinct screamed for me to either fight of fly away.

“Can’t. Feel. Wing.” She forced out of her lips as I continued my internal debate. Her lids threatened to close on her, giving her that groggy six A.M. look.

Euro


I stared at the girl, mind boggled with her condition. I hadn’t seen the full extent of the damage to her wing till now. The long jagged claw mark had ripped right through some of her muscle, and if I knew any better, the source of her fainting was due, not to the damage, but from her blood loss.
Her eyelids fluttered open now and then, and she murmured words that would have been barely audible to any average human.

I frowned. She needed a hospital. My eyes roamed up to the faces of Taylor and Samuel, before exchanging looks with a horrified Matthew.

“She needs a hospital,” I said calmly, keeping an eye on Matt just in case the kid snapped at my suggestion.

“It’s the only way we can help her. We can’t fly her there, so we’ll need to hitchhike. And by hitchhike, I mean steal a car.” I was already appraising a few of the parked up vehicles, trying to determine which would be both the easiest to steal, as well as the fastest.

And then, a thought occurred to me. Biting my lip for a nanosecond, I turned to Matthew and said, “She’s your sister. So it’s your choice weather you want to save her not, but…”

I turned to Taylor and Samuel, trying to give my best big kid smile, “You guys aren’t related to them, from what I understand. If Matthew chooses to go along with this, you two are welcome to either come along for the ride, or leave. It’s all up to you.” I said slowly, calculating the effect that each word would have on both kids. They looked to be around the same age as Matthew and his sister, which I could only guess was about fifteen or fourteen. However, all four could have easily passed for older.

I wondered if they would accept the offer. I figured that none of them had any real homes (exemplified by Matthew and his sister stealing food earlier), but Taylor and Samuel weren’t related to either one of them. I curiously wondered if they cared to join a group like this, one with more “freaks”. Or were they out on the run for themselves?

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My eyes widened and I felt myself step back.

“Can’t. Feel. Wing.”

I instinctively reached out to touch my own wings then stopped. Instead I began to bite my lip hard. It was probably the only think keeping me from freaking out.

The guy near me, Euro, suggested taking her to a hospital. I don't know why but I immediately thought "Bad idea" but of course it was probably the best thing to do which made me not want to go more.

Then there was talk about hitchhiking. I could feel myself zone out slowly as I tried to think and register my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I pressed my fingers to my temples and inhaled and exhaled. "I want to come along. If that's okay with you all" I said as calmly as I could then open my eyes slowly and looked over at Samuel waiting for his opinion. Personally, I couldn't just leave them here. I don't know why, considering the fact that I didn't even know them all that well.

But I guess I’m a nice person, which could have its disadvantages and advantages. I glanced at the girl's wing, studying it. It took everything inside me not to look away. "The hospital seems like the best answer” I said and couldn’t help but notice how shaky my voice felt.

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Samuel


Samuel tried to remain detached and focus on something else rather than the idle chatter, he still managed however to pick out key bits of information such as the boy's name but he was more focused on the matters at hand, and frankly was still shaken by how quickly everything seemed to be going, he convinced himself he'd adapt to it eventually which seemed to lessen the shock, and give him some breathing room. Samuel drifted downwards, before he realized he still hadn't had anything to eat, as hunger once again set in immediately he scowled before trying to focus on something else. Which brought him to his other need. Electricity. He needed to recharge and although he had built up some power, he needed more if he wanted to assure himself he'd be ready for another attack but that would have to wait he guessed as it wasn't his top priority.

Samuel's eyes focused and he felt slight unease as the one known as Matthew spoke “Marce,” it wasn't the words that got his attention it was his voice tone it sounded anxious. “I can’t feel my wrrrring….” The girl then began to tilt to the side, Matthew yelled her name before snapping forward catching her as her damaged wing hit the ground softly. Samuel looked clearly alarmed, he knew the girl had accumulated some injuries but he didn't think they were that serious. "Marce!" Matthew shouted, the reply was most worrying “Can’t. Feel. Wing.” the words sounded forced and Samuel quickly stepped forward.

Samuel could see the girl's wing clearer now, and it looked bad he couldn't deny that. The muscle looked shredded, as paralleled claw marks ran up her wing, she also seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. “She needs a hospital” Euro suggested calmly, and Samuel shuddered carefully at the suggestion. Samuel regained himself and he thought carefully about the prospect, through Samuel's limited experience through the world he knew most doctors wouldn't really know about bird anatomy let alone a person with functioning wings, and that several mutants walking into the hospital looking like they've been in a grave fight would attract a lot of attention. Samuel also felt that several loose ends hadn't been tied up, but he supposed most of them never will.

“It’s the only way we can help her. We can’t fly her there, so we’ll need to hitchhike. And by hitchhike, I mean steal a car.” Euro continued, Samuel felt like objecting since he hated the thought of being inside one of those contraptions, but decided that he'd bring up his questions later about the decision, that is if he hadn't left as he was still deciding if he should stay or go, the question confused him greatly so he remained silent. Euro then bit his lip briefly before turning to Matthew, “She’s your sister. So it’s your choice weather you want to save her not, but…”

Euro then turned looking at Taylor and Samuel, he smiled but Samuel could feel something serious about to be brought up, which increased his tension. “You guys aren’t related to them, from what I understand. If Matthew chooses to go along with this, you two are welcome to either come along for the ride, or leave. It’s all up to you.” Samuel gulped, before he looked down towards the ground weighing out his options. Surviving alone would be a lot easier, but traveling in a group did have its bonuses as well, perhaps the Ward would think twice before coming after them he doubted it, but there's safety in numbers as far as he knew.

Samuel heard Taylor agree to Euro's offer as Samuel felt a certain pressure settle onto his back, he tried to readjust himself before as calmly as he could state, "Yeah I'll travel with you guys..." his voice and his body was shaking, Samuel wasn't used making big decisions due to the weight of the subject, but he was glad he didn't just stand there like an idiot drooling. Samuel then looked back up, "Are you guys sure about the hospital? I mean... would doctors even know how we work? Honestly a vet would probably know more knowledge about a wing..." he paused before continuing "And a hospital is a very, very public place..." he sighed before stating, "I'm just not so sure..." he then reaffirmed himself, and spoke more confidently, "But if you're certain it's best I'll follow..." he added a dry salute, before chuckling.

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“The hospital seems like the best answer,” Great! So Taylor was on board. I nodded to her encouragingly. Power in numbers. Now all that was left was…

"Yeah I'll travel with you guys... Are you guys sure about the hospital? I mean... would doctors even know how we work? Honestly a vet would probably know more knowledge about a wing... And a hospital is a very, very public place... I'm just not so sure...But if you're certain it's best I'll follow..."

I frowned, feeling shame begin to fill up my system. Samuel was right. Besides the whole “we’re-screwing-ourselves-over-by-going-to-a-hospital” thing, it’s not like the doctors would have any idea how the girl, or for that matter, any of us worked. I mean, carrying her to the vet still gave us the chance to get our asses busted by the Ward or some other government facility, but hey, at least she’d survive. Hopefully. And here’s where I got stuck.

The hospital was a huge, open public facility, with freaky, annoying doctors, and obvious tattletales who’d have us busted with the government the instant we got there. I knew that for sure. That’s how ruthless intellectuals worked.

The local veterinarian on the other hand was generally concerned with dogs and cats. Ever wonder why there are stand alone Avian vets just dedicated to the health of birds? Never fear here’s your answer; as the majorities of pets consist of dogs and cats, people are bias to learning about cats and dogs. Even horses pass their lists. But guinea pigs, rats, birds, lizards, and many other “minority” pets fall into a different category. You’d need an animal hospital for that, and trust me when I say a vet’s clinic does not constitute the words animal hospital.

“That’s a good idea, Sam,” I was banking on the idea that he didn’t mind me calling him that, “But Avian vets and regular vets are two very different things.” I said softly, “If we….assume that just any vet will be able to handle her, we could be playing with fire. Not to mention the fact that a vet may not have what it takes to make a human blood transfusion. If I know anything about doctors, I know they’re intellectuals, kind of like lower level scientists. They’ll save her, if only to study her later on. We can almost bet on the fact that they’ll call up an Avian specialist to assist them if they have too….” I trailed off.

God, the girl was going to be hanging by a thread by the time we got there. She twitched in Matthew’s arms for a second, before going still again. I could hear her breathing steadily, which was a good sign, but the occasional twists of pain were a cause for concern.

“Can we hurry up with the decision making?” Matthew scowled, panicked concern scrawled across his face, “She’s going to go into a coma by the time you guys get moving.”

I rolled my eyes, but accepted his harsh words. He was simply concerned about his sister’s well being, and probably wasn’t thinking straight. Without a second thought, I slipped over to the closest car, a decent looking Honda Civic, probably of a generation older than 2012. I had one of two options:
1) Use some sort of pin to unlock the front door of the car
or
2) smash the window open.

Seeing as there was no pin, I went with option two. Using my shoe, I made a hole just big enough for my hand to fit through without scraping myself. The alarm, of course, was going crazy, and I had to work fast to unlock the door and rewire the underneath of the steering wheel so that the car would shut up. This had been me and Solo’s life when we’d first escaped. And while I was no pro, I most definitely knew what I was doing.

Which brought up another problem.

A very pressing, very heartbreaking, very traitor like problem.

I had to ditch those kids as soon as the girl was safe. Staying with them….was dragging me and Solo back to a life of misery. I would explain it to them. Explain why I was leaving. But for now, my concern was getting her safely to the hospital.

As the engine roared to life under the working of my hands I began barking orders. Unaccustomed to being in charge, my commands sounded more like solid requests rather than orders.

“Sam, you get in the front,” always safer to have someone besides yourself looking out for stuff in the front seat, “Taylor and Matthew you get in the back….Matthew support your sister’s weight. Try to keep her in an upright position so that the blood doesn’t flow faster towards her upper area and head..” Eyeing her blood soaked sweater, I came up with another quick idea, hoping Taylor would go along with it, “Taylor take her sweater and press it against the wound with enough force to slow the bleeding…”

Matthew, upon hearing my command, quickly slipped the bloody sweater off from his sister, revealing a simply black t-shirt, much less stained. He offered the sweater to Taylor with a pleading look on his face, and I hoped she would accept the job. The reason I’d chose her over Sam or Matt? Simple. She was a woman.

As I finished my tirade of commands, I slipped into the driver’s seat, patiently waiting for them to join me in the car.

Alice


I stared at the monitor indifferently as was my habitual response to anything that flickered on and off the hazy screen. I had been, naturally out of my own curiosity, observing the bird children, learning from their movements, but not necessarily understanding their interactions. The “Eins” as daddy referred to her was deathly frightened of everything, including her savior the “Marcus” who had rescued her from the clutches of a pair or so of Daddy’s Vampires. I couldn’t understand her, couldn’t understand her fear. If she’d been the stepping stone to the blossoming of my life, how was she so different from me?

If I had been there, I would have killed the Vampires and enslaved the boy.

It only made sense. One with such power should not wield it lightly. One with power must flaunt said power. One with power must become the dominant one.

That’s why I was Daddy’s heiress.

I was the powerful one.

“Alice,” Daddy’s voice was filled with kindness; fake kindness, but it was the only type I knew of. I wasn’t sure if to react brightly, or if to simply saunter over to him. In an attempt to please him, I skipped over to him as an average six year old would. Seeing as I was in the body of a six year old, I could only hope it would work. He ignored me.

Hope. Ha, what a joke.

Arriving by his spinning chair, I put a delicate hand on top of his. The chair seemed to float, as I could not make out what lifted it, and I assumed it worked on some sort of intensely concentrated vaporizing system. I could smell the water in the air, after all.

“Yes Daddy,” That was a default response. It was the obedience Daddy wanted, and it was the obedience he got.

“You’ll be leaving for Arizona today,” he said quietly, grazing his eyes over the gruesome scene one of our bird children had, had. She looked very similar to me, at least similar to me when I was an adolescent, but much more beat up with a grisly set of claw marks on the side of her wing, courtesy the Vampires.

I wasn’t sure if to call her a “poor thing” or if to think she deserved it. I wasn’t sure how Daddy wanted me to react.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. What else was I suppose to say? What else did people say? He went on as though I’d asked a question about what I was to do once there,

“I may have a few Vampires waiting for you. They will guide you through the steps of integrating yourself into the human world.” My hear skipped a beat (I think that’s the expression).

Daddy was going to let me be with the humans. Daddy was setting me free on the world.

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Samuel


"That's a good idea, Sam," Samuel nodded at Euro's response before slowly lowering his gaze towards the ground listening vaguely as Euro continued, “But Avian vets and regular vets are two very different things.” Samuel winced, before he nodded calmly: it seemed he didn't know as much about the world as he thought, but then again he had lived a ridiculously sheltered life so he couldn't blame himself, although he still felt like an idiot for not taking that into account.

Samuel's eyes drifted upwards as he began to focus more on Euro's words, "If we….assume that just any vet will be able to handle her, we could be playing with fire. Not to mention the fact that a vet may not have what it takes to make a human blood transfusion." Samuel winced again, this time he looked a lot more distressed. That was a very good point: one that he should have been taken into consideration. But he assumed that Matthew had the same blood type as his sister, after all they were brother and sister but he wasn't exactly certain. Samuel lowered his head once again, in thought. The hospital would surely attract attention, but he admitted that it was probably the best bet for the girl.

"If I know anything about doctors, I know they’re intellectuals, kind of like lower level scientists." Samuel muttered mostly to himself, "Perfect..." he used the word loosely and most certainly sarcastically, he had grown a certain dislike to Scientists due to his personal experiences with them: which were mostly them experimenting on him "They’ll save her, if only to study her later on. We can almost bet on the fact that they’ll call up an Avian specialist to assist them if they have too….” Samuel nodded satisfied with Euro's response, as Euro trailed off he watched the others follow for a few seconds before lagging behind them.

As Samuel stopped behind the group he heard Matthew scowl “Can we hurry up with the decision making?” Samuel came to an abrupt halt behind the group, “She’s going to go into a coma by the time you guys get moving.” Samuel craned his neck around, before he blinked calmly waiting for the next course of action. Samuel watched as Euro dashed over to the nearest car where he swiftly followed, Samuel ran his eye down the car before noting "It looks very... small in there." Although Samuel had never rode in a car before he felt a instinctive dislike to them, probably due to the noise.

Samuel watched curiously, watching as Euro used his shoe to smash the cars window. Samuel jumped as a loud sound emanated from the car, it continued as Euro swiftly unlocked the door and pushed himself underneath the steering wheel, rewiring several wires. The alarm suddenly stopped and the engine of the vehicle roared to life, Samuel muttered half-heartedly "Looks like we're in business after all."
The victory over the car was short lived, as Euro began barking orders, however they sounded more lighter than usual orders, like a request if anything else.

“Sam, you get in the front,” Samuel nodded carefully, before looking helplessly over at Taylor and Matthew wanting in someway to provide help “Taylor and Matthew you get in the back….Matthew support your sister’s weight. Try to keep her in an upright position so that the blood doesn’t flow faster towards her upper area and head..” Samuel nodded reassured about Euro's decision “Taylor take her sweater and press it against the wound with enough force to slow the bleeding…” Samuel stood still watching Matthew pull of his sister's bloody sweater revealing a black top in much better condition, Matthew handed it to Taylor.

Samuel turned around not wanting to look at the scene any longer. Samuel headed towards the car's front door and slipped into one of front seats next to Euro, he left the door open for a few seconds before tiredly shutting it behind him. Samuel rested his head against the glass morosely, before he glanced outside the window at the scenery, everything seemed to serene too quiet he couldn't describe it, it was foreign to him and felt strange. Samuel heard the door open, and looked backwards noticing Taylor slipping into the back seat, he waved casually before casually before looking forward towards the window again.

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Euro


Awkward didn’t even begin to cover the atmosphere in the car. I wondered, out of sheer curiosity, if any of them were feeling claustrophobic. I knew what it was like, coming from the Ward, and then getting freedom. Everything with plausible amounts of space was welcoming. Everything with barely any space was terrifying. Hopefully, these kids were tougher than that.

As I’d requested, Sam had taken a seat next to me up front, while the rest of the kids had piled in the back. Taylor had slipped into the backseat with an awkward look on her face, and in an attempt to reassure her, I said, “You did a great job Taylor. So long as she isn’t bleeding as much as before, we’ve got more time.”

I wasn’t going to lie. It was crowded in here. The addition of our wings, all of various widths and lengths were another thing to take into consideration. If I’d just let my wings out loose enough, I’d be touching the tip of Sam’s shoulder. Therefore, I kept them plastered tightly against my back. I was uncomfortable having anyone but Solo touch my wings. Years of countless experiments and pain had made me impossibly frightened of situations with the involvement of someone besides me or Solo touching my wings.

My hands were firm on the steering wheel; while I had no driver’s license, I’d had plenty of practice in my early days of escape.

Something had been bothering me, pricking the back of my mind constantly, since we’d started driving.

“Kids,” I said, sighing, “There’s no way they aren’t going to call the FBI out on you guys…just…be careful…”

Well, I’d totally chickened out of what I was originally going to say. I’d been mustering up the courage to tell them I’d be ditching them after the girl was safely checked in but…I couldn’t do that. No one knows that way an adult knows the feeling of looking a kid in the eye and shamelessly telling them that you wouldn’t be there with them. I mean, personally, before this, I’d never done something like that. But I’d seen it plenty of times in movies.

I sighed again, focusing on the road ahead of me. I could already see the peak of the hospital’s roof, and was quickly beginning to feel the familiar anxiety build up within me.

“We’re nearly there, guys.”

Matthew


I stared at the careful wrap that Taylor’d made out of Marce’s blood soaked sweater. It seemed to be holding up, something I was thankful for. In a car with three guys, a woman was always useful. My mouth twisted at my own sexist joke, before I turned my face down to look at Marce. She looked so beat up. Her hair, which was usually already messily tied up, was clearly and obviously knotted now. Poor kid. She’s have a total drama session trying to untangle it when she woke up.

“We’re nearly there, guys.” Euro’s voice interrupted my thoughts.

Ew, the hospital. The second most dreaded place on my list of most dreaded places. I knew the moment we arrived we’d be hit with the scent of heavy chemicals. I’m not sure how to describe what the drive was like. Long, boring, antagonizing, irritating, upsetting…I could go on but I won’t.

I just knew the moment we arrived, I wanted to turn tail and run. We hadn’t reached the transparent set of double doors yet, and I was already able to smell the high, disgusting, fear inducing scent of disinfectant, hear the various conversations of random people talking about their relatives, or friends, or acquaintances, and the conditions they were in.

A few of them gave me peculiar looks. In order to hide Marce’s wing, I’d stuffed it under my own sweater. It looked like I was a pregnant man, walking with his accident ridden sister to get treated for insanity. Jeez.

I couldn’t help but notice that Euro’d donned his hood, and was pointedly looking down. Away from the cameras I guessed. We didn’t really know anything about Euro. Heck, we didn’t know anything about each other. But hey, we’re all the same peas in one pod. How bad could we be?

Everything went by in a flash. You’d think there’d be more detail to what we did, but really it was simple. Marce was in critical condition, and from the moment she arrived, she was sent into emergency. The rest of us were guided to the waiting room, save Euro who was called upon several times, by several nurses to speak with the doctor taking care of Marce. I could only guess why (cue sarcasm). I was called in once; for a blood transfusion. By the time I arrived back in the waiting room everything was fuzzy, and I was feeling gosh darn tired.

Plopping myself down on a soft, plush like chair, I tried to deliver a report to Taylor and Sam, “She’s doin all right. Doctor says ‘s gonna be a few weeks before she can return to normal health.”

Weeks in our case probably translated to days.

I was quite for a moment, before a few other questions struck my mind, “Where are you guys from, by the way? I mean, a Ward I would guess, but you guys got any specific directions on you? Any places you were supposed to be heading? Any plans of your own…?”

As hazy as I was, I was still tense. Everything was so…disgusting, and uncomfortable here. I could never fathom how a normal humans, patients included, could stand to be here, much less sleep here.

As I questioned them, I completely overlooked one very important detail: Euro had disappeared.

Marceline


”Hello?” I called out. No one replied. It was dark where I was. And we all know how well birds do in the dark. You know, unless I’d been my brother, or had owl blood (hoot, hoot).

My lips pursed as I blindly felt my way through wherever I was. The things I touched. They felt like prickly bushes and thorns, and I silently prayed for me to regain my sight. Everything was so dark. Everything was so lonely.

And there was a pain. An indescribable pain piercing my left wing.

I wandered for while. Nothing but silence. The wandering seemed to last forever.

And that’s when I heard them. Or rather, I knew they were coming with no other more specific forewarning. Sharp, snapping teeth, glistening white in the dark, with outspread wings, bigger and more agile than mine. They followed me through what I now assumed to be trees, dipping and diving and cackling like maniacs. I couldn’t achieve flight here. My wings, they were too thick to properly snap out in the crowd of the bushes and trees.

Instead I ran towards it. A beautiful light that split the forest in half. And when I arrived there, when I arrived at that entrance, I found the most beautiful thing in existence. A wide, outstretched field of healthy green grass, with the clear blue sky as its overseer.

Knowing this was my chance, I snapped my wings out…I snapped…my wings…

Where were my wings? The hung limp by my side. I couldn’t feel them. And they were coming. All of a sudden things were going faster. I just kept running and running, and trying and trying, but my wings refused to budge.

And then they descended on me. They hissed and jabbed me with electric sticks, sending me to the ground. And when finally I was subdued, one took a long silver knife out from its pocket, covering my eyes with one grisly, smelly hand.

And all I could feel was the sharp, protruding pain of that knife cutting into my wings.


Alice


"How may I be of service, sir?" The “Michael” had arrived. He was calm and collected when he slipped into our room, quickly assessing the presence of all who was there. I felt him glance over me once, but I couldn’t be sure of it.

My father seemed to be having an icy stare down with the Vampire.

“Mike,” he said innocently, hidden venom dripping from every word, “How good to see one of my most successful Vampires again. I have a special job for you, lad. I want you to take care of this here girl. Alice, stand up,”

Gunther commanded me with the same terrifying disposition he had used earlier, and I immediately snapped out of my seat.

“You,” he said, once again addressing Michael, “Will take care of her and teach her the way of human beings. Make sure she successfully integrates herself into the human populace. And if you can do so, we’ll see about further promotions within the Ward.”

My father smiled in a way that could only be described as “evilly” before cutting off the video chat.

I turned to Mike. Not a word was uttered around the table, and for a while I simply assessed my new caretaker.

Sighing (who knew I was capable of it) I said in a monotonous voice, “You were assigned to “babysit” me as father has thought of it on so many occasions. So I will listen to you, and understand from you the ways of people.”

Once again the room was silent. A coughing Vampire, the same one who’d contacted Mike, spoke up, “Maybe you should take her somewhere, Mike.” He suggested, “Get started on the whole teaching her to be normal thing. Gunther’s kept her locked up for most of her life. She doesn’t know anything.”

“No to mention,” A female scientist intervened, “she’s only a year or so.”

“A year and six months,” I corrected. While I deterred to show it, I was actually seething on the inside. If hate is the right emotion, then, I hated it when they spoke of me as though I wasn’t there. As though I was just come pawn on a chessboard.

Standing stoically still, I patiently awaited Mike’s response. Surely he would think up some activity to keep me entertained.

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Character Portrait: Taylor Rice Character Portrait: Samuel Echtin Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard

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I didn't say anything on the trip there. Honestly there wasn't much to say. I just listened to Euro talk, staring out the window. As we arrived at the hospital, I quickly got out of the car, stretching. Sitting in that cramped thing was horrible and I would fly a thousand miles instead of driving.

We were all guided to waiting rooms and from there....well we waited. Matthew gave us an update on how she was doing and I would only nod. Thinking. That seemed to be the only thing I was doing now a days. Thinking and staying quiet. Matthew came at us with a few questions and after thinking them over for a split second, I answered "No." and cleared my throat. I had been quiet for a long time so it felt weird using my voice. I looked at Samuel wondering how he was holding up.

Then I looked towards Euro. Wait..... Where was Euro?! I stood up, looking around eyes wide. "Where's Euro?" I asked, looking at the two as if they had the answer. I didn't know why I was so worried. Maybe Euro was captured? How had I not noticed he was gone earlier? Wait....what is Euro was completely safe somewhere? But that didn't make sense either. I put a hand to my head, feeling dizzy. I wanted nothing more than to leave and go fly around for a while.

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Character Portrait: Taylor Rice Character Portrait: Samuel Echtin Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Matthew "Matt" Bernard Character Portrait: Marceline "Marcy" Bernard Character Portrait: Michael Character Portrait: Alice

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Matthew (@TheFlag and NTNO; you guys should try continuing the conversation in your own ways, asking other questions, etc. I feel as though my character overshadows yours just a bit too much, and I don’t want that :( )


I awaited their answers patiently. Taylor responded with a prompt no, clearing her throat in the process. For a moment, I wondered how long the two of them had escaped from the Ward. Had they unknowingly come from the same Ward and accidently met up? Or had they been together the whole time?

“I think I came from..." Sam began, pausing for a moment as he seemed to organize his thoughts "Arizona. As for plans, I haven't really had time to formulate one."

I nodded, prying apart my lips to inform them on my own situation. For a moment, my eyes flashed brightly as I remembered the crumpled up piece of paper stuffed in Marce’s sweater. Jeez. There was no way that thing had survived the blood showers in one piece, as cruel as it sounded to joke about my sister’s condition. I’d just have to hope that it was at least legible.

Just then Taylor seem to grasp onto something I had been completely and utterly oblivious too.

“Where’s Euro?”

Where was Euro? A better question would be, how long had we been here? Certainly long enough for them to have patched up my sister. We’d been sitting here for what seemed like hours.

“I don’t know,” I answered dumbfounded, just as a nurse sauntered over to us.

“Is your name Matthew?” she asked politely, a small yellow, sticky note looking piece of paper in her hand. I nodded, still too shocked with Euro’s disappearance to find words.

“Well,” she said, hesitating, “Amazingly, your sister,”

“Marceline,” I filled in automatically.

“Marceline,” she corrected herself, “Is in stable condition. Her wound seemed to, well, miraculously speed up in the healing condition. However, you all can’t see her just yet.”

I nodded. The nurse and doctors would never understand just how advanced us bird kids were. Speedy healing was a part of the package.

“Also, the young man who dropped you off left this note for you.”

I took the note from her dainty hand, unfolding it to read the insides.

I’m sorry. I have a family. We’ll meet again someday. I’m really sorry kids. Oh and I’m human.” I read aloud. The words were scrawled on the paper as though he’d rushed them down. My lips pursed. I felt both betrayed and yet at the same time, responsible to keep Euro a secret.

I could only assume so many things: First and foremost, Euro was a young guy. Family probably meant a wife, or something, and a baby. I couldn’t jeopardize his life like that.

“He’s human,” I repeated the word human, emphasizing on it, and hoping to convey to Taylor and Sam the idea that we couldn’t let it slip up that Euro was one of us. We could be putting his family in danger. I mean, I hoped he wasn’t lying to us. He’d helped us, why would he be lying?

I slumped down in my chair, disappointed and tired. Tired but not necessarily sleepy. I didn’t know what to say, and honestly hoped that Taylor or Sam would change the subject somehow. This was just…too devastating.

Alice


I remained emotionless. Perhaps a normal person would have arched their eyebrows, but I knew of no such thing as plainly expressed emotions. Or rather, I preferred to keep what I was feeling to me, only if the reason was because I didn’t really understand what it meant to express myself. Slowly, by the indication of the female scientist, I lifted myself to my feet following Mike’s lead.

He seemed…intelligent…or at least I had to assume so. Something already felt different about him, different to the way other Vampire’s acted. He seemed careful, and controlled. He also seemed to have recognized me as soon as the scientist had uttered my age.

That in itself proved how well known I was amongst the Ward intelligence. Anyone with power in the Ward knew about me. Which meant if my father trusted Michael to take care of me, trusted Michael to know about me, Michael must have had a rather high ranking amongst the Vampires.

I followed him through the hallways, uncomfortable with the looks that the majority of scientist threw my way, praising my form as though I was some kind of prize animal. I heavily disliked it. You may wonder why I didn’t use the word hate. I once heard that hate means you must have once loved quite a bit. I get the impression that many don’t believe, but I do. And so, for now, I shall try to avoid the word “hate”.

“Tell me,” I said in a monotonous voice, directed at Mike, “What is it you do here at the Ward? What is it we’re going to do?”

Marceline


Do surgery on my wing, will you?

My lips pursed as the doctor tersely touched the edge of my formerly ripped wing, reveling in it’s presence.

“Are you done masturbating to my wing yet?” I asked casually, implied venom subtly dripping from every word. Taken aback, he snapped his hand away, pale freckled face running bright with blood.

“Sorry,” he stuttered, already seeming to grasp for an excuse.

“I don’t want hear.” I cut him off, before he could continue. “Where’s my…family…” I said carefully, referring to all of them (Matt, and the new kids, Taylor and Samuel ) as my collective family. It was safer that way, if the doctor thought we all had connections to one another.

“They’re outside. They can’t see you yet,” He murmured, quickly beginning to dismiss himself, “I’m sorry miss, but you’ll just have to stay here. Good night.”

He rushed out of the door flicking the lights off. Asshole.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead, and flexing my fixed wing. It was beginning to feel much better, but the ache in my head was worsening.

Euro had driven us here. He’d helped the doctors patch me up. But he’d never once said he was a bird kid as well. All I remember hearing of his hushed conversation with the doctor was that he’d been strolling along when he’d found us. He explained his bird knowledge by saying he worked in a pet shop with a section dedicated to parrots and parakeets. All his excuses would have sound like lies coming from a kids mouth, but he was an adult.

Then, when everything had been over, he’d come and spoken with me.

”Sorry, but what’s your name?” he looked down at me sheepishly, and I almost melted under the light brown eyes begging for forgiveness. I’d never in my life met a guy who was able to that. Then again, there’s always firsts.

“Marceline….thanks.”

“No prob Marceline,” he twined his fingers, glancing the other way then back. His words spilled out of his mouth like a rushed waterfall, “I have to leave you Marceline. I have a family, a pregnant wife, a special baby on the way…”

Special. Winged, he meant.

I nodded. “Thanks Euro…you gotta do what you gotta do.”

He nodded back in agreement, looking genuinely sorry. “I’ll leave a note for the kids. We’ll meet again someday.”


And just like that he was gone.

I frowned. The rest of the kids would be devastated when they found out. I was.

Flapping my wing, I tested it out on the curtain, which abruptly began flowing with the motion of wind I was producing.

I couldn’t handle being in here. It smelled disgusting, and felt cramped. Slowly, I slid out of the hospital bed, grabbing my jeans and my shirt. My regular, blood soaked sweater was now dyed with dark, almost black spots of dried blood. Against the dark purple background of the sweater, the blood looked like an out of place design.

Oh well.

I slipped it over my head, glad for the fact that blood doesn’t smell. I’d ditch it some other place.

Prying open the window, I did one of the things I knew how to do best. I jumped.

Spreading my wings out, I let a sliver of wind catch me, before pumping myself higher in the sky. I winced as my wing ached a slight bit before subsiding.

My headache was already beginning to disappear. The fresh (or as fresh as polluted air can get) air was a welcome change to the disinfectant scent of the stinky hospital.

I can’t tell you how long I flew. The trip back to the area where I’d been, by air, was about fifteen minutes, tops. It didn’t take long before I got to a shopping district, grinning as I looked down at the ant-like people still out and about. Which, to me, was not many. They wouldn’t be able to make my shape out against the pitch black darkness of the night sky. To them, normal people who’d never seen a bird kid, I would have looked like some giant bird. To a bird kid, I would have been recognizable.

For a second, my eyes blurred, and I snapped my head forward.

Oh no. Once again they blurred, and I felt myself tilting to the left. My left wing had given out.

In a matter of seconds I was spiraling downwards. In a desperate attempt to adjust my direction, I tilted my body, and remaining wing, aiming for a rather desolate alley near an already closed store.

When I was close enough to the ground of the alley, I spread my right wing out, slowing my speed, but still toppling me into the ground. At least it didn’t hurt as much.

But let me tell you. It still hurt.

“Ow,” I scowled, tightening, my wings against my back. My right neatly tucked itself into my sweater, but after a determined effort, my left simply plastered itself awkwardly up against my back, too stiff and painful to fully fold into my sweater. Jeez, what a mess I had gotten into.

“Stupid,” I reprimanded myself, refusing to blame my wing (yes I treat my wings just like any child would treat their teddy bear; like a real person…I wish I had a teddy bear.) The walk back was probably a good hour.

“What’s wrong with you Marce?” I sighed, pulling myself to my feet and dusting my jeans off.

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Character Portrait: Euro Character Portrait: Solo

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Euro and Aqua (Notice: I changed Solo's name, since Solo is too much of a loner name. She's now Aqua. I can't actually change the name, so I'm depending on you guys to know that ^.^)

I unlocked the door to our small apartment, hesitantly letting myself in. No doubt, Aqua would be sick with worry. The bag of Ramen in my arm crumpled nosily as I slowly shuffled in. Our apartment wasn't anything big. We didn't have enough money to afford anything special. It was a small thing, with a puny, diminutive kitchen, a small but empty living room (only equipped with an old couch, and an ancient looking lamp), and a bedroom, only just big enough to fit the full sized bed inside of it, along with one dresser that held most of our stuff. There wasn't even a closet.

"Euro!?" An excited but questioning gasp greeted my return. I could see Aqua's gray blue eyes staring me down from under the dim light of the lamp. The play on the shading between the mixture of lamplight and natural shadows gave her an almost suspenseful look; those gray, eyes glowing mysteriously under the lamplight, a blue tint that gave it a shining look, along with the anxious but serious nature of her expression. If I hadn't known any better, I would have been anxious myself. Or thought something was wrong with the baby. But I knew she'd just been worried about me.

"Aqua," the word was saturated with love. I didn't know what it was about Aqua. It wasn't just that we'd grown up together. Aqua had been made for me, for the purpose of keeping me "happy" during our time in South America. It was almost like she'd been raised to be my perfect half, my soul mate, for lack of a better descriptive word. As corny as it sounds, I believed it, believed that they had tinkered enough with the both of us that we couldn't help the almost absolute dedication we felt to each other now. Of course there he been steps to falling in love.

All I know of our early years was that I'd never felt "love" (in the sense of being in love) with Aqua. I'd just felt like she was a really good friend, a best friend, and we'd gotten along splendidly. I don't think that I had to fall in love with Aqua. She was there for me to be happy with, to be the half of me that kept me company in our lonely existence. I don't think they expected us to have enough knowledge or feelings to fall in love. But it happened anyway.

My mouth easily upturned into a smile. Seeing her was all I needed to be happy. Besides, with her sweet disposition and feeling changing powers it was hard not to be happy around her. She vibrated joy, even with our sucky living status.

"Where were you?" she asked, carefully removing herself from the couch to come lean into me. He round stomach pressed against me and I found myself looking down.

"He kicked," I muttered. That's right. Our baby was a boy. As soon as Aqua had hit three and a half months we'd taken her to a doctor to get him checked up (after all, we needed someone to tell us our baby was okay). The doc had said it was a healthy little baby boy. Yeah, yeah, I know people like to be "surprised". But we didn't have the money to be surprised, and I definatly didn't want my baby boy toddling around in pink clothes.

She nodded, tiptoeing to give me a light peck on the mouth, before repeating her question, "So, where were you?"

I hesitated. Then, as carefully as I could, I threw the Ramen onto the overflowing kitchen counter (small = overflowing, even with a small amount of food on it).

"Love," I said quietly, "After you eat, get packing. I think we have to head out of Arizona."

And those bright gray blue eyes turned up to look at me with shock.