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Matthew "Matt" Bernard

"The Vamps are coming for us? Gosh, really?"

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

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Name: Matthew "Matt" Bernard

Age: 15 (Younger than Marceline)

Description: Matthew is tall, thin, and lanky, for the most part, standing at 5'8". The most “muscle” he can brag about is his barely developed chest. Overall his body boasts the streamlined effect, rather than the macho man one. But Matt doesn’t much care, since, muscular or not, he could still kick the ass of a man twice his height and size. He’s got a square, slim, but angled face, a strange combination in written words, but one that makes sense when you see his it. His eyes are a dark brown, while his ruffled hair is a nice shade of dark blonde. What really stands out is his eyebrows, as funny as that sounds. For a guy who’s never had his eyebrows plucked they’re quite shapely.

Wing Color: White with soft spots of sliver blotching them here and there.

Powers: 1) Mimicry. Matthew can imitate any sound he hears, including the voices of other people, making him quite the comic. He’s used this trickery many times to cause trouble within the Ward.

2) Extreme night vision. Matt’s blind in his left eye. Or so it seems. Matthew’s left eye has a strange condition. For his left eye, day is like night, and night is like day. He needs no light for his left eye to be able to see at night, and yet, the eye cannot tolerate light, and simply “blinds” out. This means, that unless he shades the eye with his hand, or some other obstruction, he has almost no vision with it in lit areas. This leaves him half blind at almost all times.

Personality: Matt’s an amiable, optimistic, fun-loving, open, trouble maker, with a bit of a sarcastic side. He’s masked his he real feelings with mischief, fun, and optimism. This is all a result of the deep want to protect his only known relative; his sister. Marceline is Matt’s only family, and he’s desperate to keep her safe and do a good job at being a brother. And if this means fooling around just to get her to laugh, then he’ll do it. He feels like he needs to compensate for the fact that his sister had done such a great job at taking care of him, even on the verge of hopelessness. Now that the both of them have escaped, Matt is determined to make a normal life for him and his sister. His joker attitude does often get him in trouble, and he’s not afraid to use sarcasm. As biting as he may sound at times, he’s really a good kid at heart. He can be a bit of a perverted joker at times, but tends to take is easier around the younger kids.

Bio: Matthew’s lived at the Ward for most of his life. Two different Wards that is. The original Ward he was held in had been in New York, where he and his sister had been presumably born. At age thirteen both were transferred to Arizona, where they've been living a way too hot for comfort life. He’s not sure what the deal with his parents were, but he’s aware of the fact that all he can remember of his life is the Ward, and does not waste time on making up silly fairytales about having a different life, or parents who cared. For all he knows, his parents might have been dirt poor, and sold him and his sister for money. Or maybe they could have been normal, and Matt and Marcy were stolen from them. Or maybe they were stinkin’, filthy, rich, and sold them for more money. Who know? All Matt cares to understand is that he’s been living with his sister for most of his life, and that he’s gone through countless amounts of torture, pain, and devastation all because of the Ward.

So begins...

Matthew "Matt" Bernard's Story

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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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Brendan McAdams:
"Up to you bro." I said as I looked from the brunette girl, to the pair sitting on the roof of what appeared to be a gas station, and back again. From our perch up high we could easily see both. It wasn't like I didn't already know which one Carter was going to pick, but if I asked him about this it should hopefully give me more pull on our next decision. Or at least I liked to think it would.

"Let's split up." I heard him say.

I knew it, of course he would pick- wait, what? I could feel his eyes on me, could sense the smirk forming on his lips, but before I had a chance to say anything he was gone. In the blink of an eye he was on the ground with his wings tucked in and his hand extended. Well, at least I'd been right about which he would pick.

I turned my attention back to the pair on the roof. They were obviously eating, and by the looks of it they'd stolen the food from the building they were sitting on.

"Sounds like something Carter would do." I muttered to myself. The street lights hummed below, emitting a pleasant orange glow over everything they could reach. Wasn't that from a movie? Something about 'everything the light touches...' - oh, it doesn't matter.

I took off into the night, circling high and wide above the gas station twice to make sure everything was clear before dipping below the tree line and forcing myself into invisibility and landing silently on the roof.

Invisibility isn't what everyone likes to think. At least not for me it isn't. There's no simple on/off switch to flick that magically makes me disappear. It's a mental strain that takes so much focus and energy it's absolutely ridiculous. Even so, it comes in handy. Like now for instance, when I can stand on a roof top and go unnoticed while I listen to what the two not so subtle bird kids have to say.

Carter McAdams:

The look on Brendan's face when I flew off; priceless. He seriously looked like I had just threatened to steal his first born or something, which just for the record, I definitely don't want. Well, maybe someday. Kids can be cool sometimes, but really I don't want any. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm totally going to have a son someday. I think I'll name him Tyler. I like the name Tyler.

Wait, can I even have kids?

Doesn't matter. Well it does, but now's not the time.

Focus Carter.

Oh God, now I sound like Brendan. That's all he ever says to me. 'Focus Carter', 'Pay attention Carter', 'Are you even listening to me Carter?', "Carter stop playing with that, it's explosive'. Annoying, right? I don't know how he ever get's anything done.

Right, okay, focus.

Mutant or normal girl? She looks normal enough. Then again, so do I, looks can be deceiving. She looks flustered though. Probably needs help right? I should probably stop circling her now and just introduce myself. I'm getting kind of dizzy anyways. Yeah, I should stop.

"Hi there," I said with my most charming of smiles as I held my hand out for her to shake, "I'm Carter."

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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.

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Carter McAdams:

Woah is she skittish or what? If I had to guess I'd go with a week out, maybe two, but definitely no more than that. Definitely a bird-kid though. Unless normal people learned the art of healing their cuts and bruises in a fraction of a second. Which I seriously doubt.

I took two quick steps forward and one to the side, which did a pretty good job of blocking her route back to the forest. Woops, those were supposed to be normal steps. Great now I'll really scare her off. Brendan's going to kill me.

"Look, you're probably hungry right?" I said.

Food was always a good way to win people over. It would be a good way to win me over. Especially pizza. Pepperoni, or buff chic, or oh, what was that one I tried that one time? Hulu chicken? Yeah, that was good. Wait, why am I talking about pizza?

Haley, right.

"Just stay here for one second, okay? I'll be right back." I said, and without waiting for a response I was off again.

Brendan McAdams:

I could feel him coming before I could see him. Of course, with how fast he was moving how could I possibly see him? He could see me though, because in the blink of an eye he was standing directly in front of me with his hand out asking me for money.

It's a weird fault with my power. Carter can always see me, no matter what. Kind of like how I can always tell where he is even if he's moving to fast to actually be seen. We just call it the 'freaky twin thing' because really, what else could it be?

Carter's always had terrible timing when it comes to stuff like this. The fact that he didn't even glance at the other two bird kids but rather came and stood with his back to them to ask me for money? Especially when they're clearly getting ready for a fight.

"What do you need money for Carter? We just ate." I said as I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and handed him ten bucks nonetheless. We've only actually been buying our food for a couple days now, and I know Carter hates it, but I'm fairly certain it helps us stay under the radar.

I didn't get an answer, because as soon as he'd come he was gone again and I was standing there alone on the roof. No use being invisible now.

It's always a huge relief dropping the invisibility cover. It's like my mind just gets so much clearer and lighter.

"You guys can relax." I said, ruffling out my wings for good measure, "I'm Brendan by the way."

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MarcelinePOV


I stared at Brendan, wondering whether or not to punch him anyway.

I wasn’t really angry at him, per say I was wound up. Adrenaline was pumping through my bloodstream, and every fiber in my body told me to smack something silly.

Regaining my posture, I tucked my wings closer against my body, giving Brendan a once over. He looked…okay. Not evil I mean. He seemed normal for a bird kid. And his face didn’t look all I’m-going-to-kill-you.

Beside me, Matthew had relaxed into a stress free looking disposition. My brother always cared less for these kinds of situations. He was friendly, and confident, and didn’t take as many precautions as I did.

I was the adult, he was the kid. It was as simple as that.

“Well, Brendan,” I said slowly, “I’m Marceline, and this is my brother Matthew.”

“Sup,” Matthew waved a nonchalant hand, lazily letting fall back to his side.

I hesitated for a moment before saying, just to make sure, “You were invisible just now right? It wasn’t…it wasn’t a mental kind of ability like mind reading. I was physical wasn’t it?”

Matt POV


I nodded alongside my sister. She brought up a good point. We’s seen a lot of mutations in our life, but we hadn’t seen all of them. As far as I was concerned, there were too many to actually all be seen.

“And what about your friend over there?” I asked, keeping my voice even and polite, “Who was that? He was a bird kid too,” Well obviously he was. His back had been turned to us, so while we couldn’t see his face, his wings had been out in the open clear.

I scratched the top of my head waiting for an answer and remembering something intriguing. The guy had money.

“Oh, where’d you get the wallet from?” I asked, giving as easy going grin. It didn’t occur to me till later that it probably sounded like I was going to jump him, which in turn caused me to chuckle. Marceline very deliberately jabbed me in the ribs, sending the air out of my lungs.

“Damn,” I muttered, as we waited for Brendan to answer our array of questions.

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Carter McAdams:

Okay, I take back what I said about two weeks. Definitely less than that. Maybe one?

I wrapped my arm around Haley's shoulders to lead her towards the store. "So how long have you been out for?" I asked. Part of me wanted to know how she'd gotten out to, but those stories hardly ever ended well so I bit my curiosity in the butt.

Weird phrase right?

As we walked through the store I stared picking up random cheap foods from the counter and handed them to her in quick succession. Ten bucks was certainly not enough. Why did Carter only give me ten? I obviously need more, and I bet he knew that too.


Brendan McAdams:

"Woah slow down." I said as I threw my hands up, palms facing forward. "One question at a time, yeah? Right, okay so where do I start? Yes I was invisible, and that was my brother Carter, right twat that one, can't even have half a conversation with him before he's gone, and what was the third question? Oh yeah, the wallet. Carter swiped it about a week ago from some guy in Nevada."

That was probably way too much information to give two complete strangers right off the bat, but from what I could tell they seemed nice enough. Besides, they're looking for their family, how bad could they really be?

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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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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.

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Brendan McAdams:

What's wrong with 'twat'? That's exactly what he is.

I stepped forward and gave Marcy a high five anyways, even if she had just made of my insult.

Of course, as is the life of a bird kid, nothing can stay light and easy for long. I waited and extra couple seconds after Marcy took a look before doing an idle 360 with my eyes to make it less obvious that I was in fact looking somewhere specific. I have to be honest, he blended in well. There's a chance I would have just overlooked him, no question Carter would have.

What really caught my attention though was the man on the roof above him. He surprised me enough that I almost had to do a double take. The possibility of an adult bird kid had never even crossed my mind. Not in a 'oh I didn't think they were real' sort of a way, no, I had actually never even considered it before. Why would I?

Mary's words pulled me back to the present and I nodded. Well actually, first I fought back the urge to laugh because what kind of bird kid can't fight? That would basically be like signing my own death certificate.

"Carter can too." I said quietly, "and hopefully the girl he found can too." I still wasn't positive she was a bird kid, but judging by the fact that Carter was still down there the odds seemed to be in our favor.

I kept calm when the vampire landed. It seemed strange that a vampire would ever try to take on three bird kids alone, so I automatically took another subtle glance around. Nothing.


Carter McAdams:

Two days out? Wow, I knew I was good, but that good?

"We've been out for just over a month." I said as I plopped the last bit of food into her arms and headed for the counter to pay. Seriously, why did Brendan always want to pay for things? It was so much easier to just take them! Paying meant waiting in line. Stealing saves time.

"Wait-" I said, more to myself than to Haley, "somethings wrong."

The freaky twin thing never fails, and something was most definitely wrong. Without any explanation I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the store, taking off at a dead sprint for the woods as soon as we were out. Somebody called after us about paying for out food but that was really the last thing on my mind.

"Stash it, we've got to go." I said quickly. There was a small hole in a tree to our left so I took a few things from her arms and shoved them into it.

My wings were already out before the food was even done being stored. "We need to run a quick perimeter, okay? We fly as a pair, high and wide, and look like we have no idea there's anything up. Just a peaceful evening flight, yeah?" I said. Perimeters were always a pain, but Brendan swore by them, and as much as I hate to admit it they've come in handy on more than one occasion.

I gave her a quick smile before launching up out of the trees from a standstill and flying high and wide into the night just as I'd specified.

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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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Brendan McAdams:

I listened idly to the conversation happening around me. My main focus was on the two dark spots I'd just seen launch into the air about 100 yards away. There was no doubt the first one was Carter, and it looked like the second was the brunette, though the back lighting made it hard to make out specific details.

I could only assume he knew about the vampire. Judging by the way the girl was flying though, he hadn't told her. She moved in huge swooping circles that held a playful sort of grace. Not a care in the world.

The vampire on the other hand, Mike they called him, he looked less than amused by the sudden appearance of yet another bird kid. Bird man more like. He spoke with a certain confidence, like he knew he was going to win whatever fight might come from the encounter.

Which brought me back to the fact that this was a lone vampire taking on four bird kids. Most vampires wouldn't even take on two by themselves, but this one looked calm as ever. If it was a scare tactic, it was definitely working.

There had to be more of them.

Instinctively I focused my energy and disappeared. Once I felt that tug that comes along with invisibility I took two steps to the left and one back. What's the use in being invisible when everyone knows where you are, right?

Carter McAdams:

"You've done this before!" I called out as Haley angled her wings down just the smallest bit and dipped down on my right only to come shooting up again on my left for the third time. I never would have guessed she knew anything was up if I hadn't been the one to tell her.

She just laughed and shook her head.

"See anything?" I called again. So far there was nothing. Well, that's a lie. There was a guy walking down the street eating a hot dog, weird. There was a couple walking a dog too, not weird. Plus there were the three kids in the park around the corner from the store. Well, not kids exactly. They were probably about my age. No vampires though.

"Five on the roof of the store we were just in, looks like at least three of them are birds." She said. It wasn't shouted through the night though. Her voice was close and clear, despite the growing distance between us, and it almost sounded like it was inside my head.

My surprise must have been pretty obvious, because before I had a chance she was talking again.

"I can push my thoughts, that's what they called in the Ward anyway." Haley explained, her voice clear as a bell inside my head.

I was still confused, but suddenly her words sunk in and my eyes shot to the roof. There were only supposed to be three. Carter and the two who'd been there before. Not five. Certainly not someone that big.. Was that-

"Is that an adult bird.. kid?" Haley's voice rang through my thoughts.

"Is that even possible?" I called back. I didn't think it was. Then again, I didn't think it was possible to put your thoughts in other people's heads. I mean, mind reading is one thing, but mind... sending? That's kind of cool.

"I don't know." She thought, and then she gave a small chuckle and I saw her turn her head to look at me, "you don't have to yell you know, I can pull just as well as I can push. Pull thoughts that is, just kind of focus on me hearing it and I will."

Pull? What does that even mean? Sometimes I wish the scientists were a bit more creative. Seriously, that's a cool talent, why give it a crappy name like 'pushing' and 'pulling' thoughts?

"[i]Let's just fly high and see what happens.. can you hear me?" I thought, focusing hard on sending my thoughts out. Haley just nodded and swooped up again.

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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 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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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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“Huh?”

I stumbled (if possible in the air) at the sound of a voice startling me. I turned; arms raised but instead find one of the bird kids. Oops. I glanced over at Samuel. Were we friends? Well maybe, considering all the crap we had gone through together. “Yeah” I say nodding. “Maybe we should go help him” I suggested and took off, folding my wings in so I plummeted downwards. At the last few seconds, I opened them up, yanking backwards with a quick landing. I loved doing that. I made sure to land near Samuel, glancing up to see if he followed. The vampires were steadily decreasing. It seemed like luck was on our side for now.

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