Mike's wing beats were labored, blood trickled out of his mouth periodically. His injured lung wasn't doing too good. Mike wasn't getting enough oxygen. It was a miracle that he could stand, let alone fly. His eyes were locked on his current objective.
Mike saw Chris killing the director whilst flying. He angled towards him, he could still stop him from doing the deed. He needed to tell him not to, he needed to be that voice of reason. The director ruined their lives, killed many, and experimented on so many more. Countless lives had been destroyed because of the director. She had made Chris, and Mike kill countless. She bent Aira to her will, made her do things she would never be able to take back. All of those thoughts whirled through his mind. This woman killed his mother, and yet Mike wanted to save her, because part of him knew that she was the key to bringing everything down. All of the facilities across the world could be ripped apart if they gave the Director over to the proper authorities. Just then a bullet smacked right into Mike's left wing. He crashed into the seats that were spread out across the arena.
He groaned and quickly got up and started running at the nearest guard. He threw his combat knife as the guard reloaded. The knife spun through the air and embedded itself in the guard's left shoulder. Mike punched the guard in the throat which caused the man to fall to his knees. Mike took the man's unloaded rifle. He knocked the man out with one swift punch to the temple. He threw the gun to his feet and retrieved his knife from the guard's shoulder. Mike stumbled along, falling to his hands and knees. Chris's powers kicked in once he had reached the center of the arena. The majority of guards around Mike were quickly destroyed, they screamed in agony and discharged their guns while being consumed. Mike looked away with eyes closed.
He glanced over at Chris, then back to Mike's two friends around thirty feet ahead. Mike's chest heaved, he got back up on his unsteady feet and walked towards the two mutants up ahead.
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The pair masquerading as guards took cover behind nearby reinforced double doors as they were quickly discovered. They took many down in the confusion. One of the other birdkids was still on the arena floor. They prioritized to protect her once Mike took to the air. They unloaded on the left side of the arena in correlation to their position. They quickly dispatched a handful of guards with overlapping fields of fire. The woman ripped off her helmet and mask, she had blonde hair with light blue streaks crossing across her locks.
The took his off too, he had a dark complexion with pale scars criss-crossing his left cheek. The man pointed at Mike's position as he crashed into the stands. Before they could get shots off, large black projectiles sought out the majority of guards. They both noticed a heavily injured Mike approaching. They quickly ran over to him. The young woman dropped her gun when she did so. They supported Mike, as he appeared unsteady. Shocked by the appearance of the young woman. Mike didn't appear to be shocked once he saw the young man.
"Where is he? Is he okay?" Mike said quickly.
"Yes, he's the only one crazy enough to send us after the infamous attack dog." The man said with a serious face. Mike chuckled at that weakly. The girl didn't say anything for a moment. They let Mike down, and rested him on his back as his eyelids began to flutter.
"Ezekiel, get one of the stretchers from the inside of the facility. We're getting him out of here." The girl's eyes jumped to each of his wounds. The most notable was a stab wound on the left side of his torso. Bullets wounds peppered his vest. Two of which had met their mark on the small of his back, there was an obscene amount of blood. Mike was going into shock now that the adrenaline was fading. Ezekiel ran off to the nearest exit in a dead sprint whilst the woman was taking inventory of Mike's minor and major injuries.
Mike's eyes continued to flutter, as he began to mutter words in a delirious manner "You've gown up so much Resa." Mike said softly. Tears began to form in her eyes. Teresa's hands started to glow a ghostly green. She waved the two birdkids over, and hovered her hands over Mike's chest. She needed to stabilize him whilst Ezekiel went to get the stretcher from one of the wards. Mike weakly grasped her left hand and he whispered for her to stop.
"S-Stop, this is what I deserve." Mike whispered in a strained voice right before his eyes closed and he passed out. Teresa's eyes narrowed, tears still coming out of her eyes.
"Shut up you idiot, I'm going to save you, whether you like it or not." She looked over the other two birdkids and waved them over again. Her hands returned to Mike's chest. Teresa's hands glowed much brighter as she exerted herself harder, as of right now she was the only thing keeping Mike alive. She wasn't going to let Mike die, not even after that day so long ago.
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