For some strange reasons, the yearning that I have for schooling was gradually fading. I mean, I didn't even think going to college and getting a standard job was my destiny. I was meant for something different, in a good way. My mind was starting to float around the cafeteria and my appetite for lunch was gone by now.
"Are you okay, Carry?" Blaise said all of a sudden that made me cringe a little.
"Yeah," I smiled at him with ease and heaved a sigh. I looked at my friends or which I prefer to call 'family'. Their facial expressions was baffling, their eyes content but I never knew what's underneath of those. But I wasn't trying to read their minds or something, it was just that, I could feel negative vibes were encircling our place. I leaned backward and ran my fingers through my brunette hair, thinking of some ways to make this people talk.
"Life is a poem keep it in the present tense."-Sherrel Wigal
I couldn't take school anymore, I just couldn't. Maybe preppy little never-had-to-run-for-your-life-from-rabid-wolves could, but I couldn't.
At lunch I skipped, and walked to some park. There were a couple of swings, a slide, and a jungle gym. Crazy lunatic I was, I swung myself onto it and started flying around on it, doing flip after flip, pretend fighting invisible wolves, scientists, and random people.
To a normal bystander, I either looked like the amazing gymnast I was, or mentally retarded. Probably both.
After about an hour of doing that, I laid down on the grass, shielding my eyes from the beating sun with my arm.
Was that it, had I really come to playing make-believe on an abandoned play ground? I was pathetic. When was the last time I even touched my daggers?
Suddenly an overwhelming urge to do just that overtook me. I ran home, desperate to reconnect with my island self. That was who I was, not some school-goer. I felt almost giddy as I pulled a cloth-wrapped bundle out from under my bed and unwrapped it.
There they were, my twin daggers, just lying there, begging to be used. I grasped the handle of both, and stabbing and slicing them into air. This was the happiest I had felt in weeks, yet it wasn't quite enough. I longed for a partner, and an actual chance at getting hurt, or worse. That was the whole point of fighting with them, the thrill.
As soon as the other winged ones got home, would of them would be roped into fighting with me. Somehow, I couldn't imagine any one of them minding.
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
As much as I tried to cheer everyone else up about school, I had to admit that this kind of thing just wasn't... US. We weren't made for this drama, we were made for kicking butt, being on the run, and... I shook away the thoughts and focused on getting through the rest of the day. But as lunch merged into the last classes of the day and the school day ended, I walked out the building thoughtfully.
We all didn't like it. We all knew we were meant to do something more than be in school all day and learn pointless things that wouldn't help us in the situations we had.
When I talked to everyone else, maybe I would say something. Or maybe I would wait for someone else to say something.
Either way, eventually we were going to all have to stop this torture.
When your life is based around the face of Sawyer from Lost you know you're officially obsessed. -- Join Isha's SB, the Shadows! And mine, Lament of Innocence! And LDR's, Dark Fey! And- ok, I'm going to shut up now.
I kicked a pebble out of my path, it flew off of the side walk and hit a trash can with a soft "tink". I had decided to walk home from school instead of taking the buss with the rest of my family.
I remembered that afternoon, at lunch, when I was talking to Bianca. "My dad is a rich famous scientist," she had bragged when I asked her what her father did for a living. "As a matter of fact, his lab holds some of the most fascinating creatures on earth." I had tried to act casual, though inside I was dreading the answer to my next question, "What kind of creatures?" I remember her leaning closer and whispering, "You're going to think I'm crazy, Corbin, but he has actual, real winged human beings in his lab." My gut twisted, So there are more winged ones, and they're trapped in lab, with who knows what happening to them. I struggled to master my emotions, "Really?" I pretended to not care, "That's cool. I've heard of winged ones."
I turned and walked up the drive way to my house. One thing is for sure, we have to rescue them I thought as I turned the handle and opened the door. "Ok everybody, meeting in the living room." I yelled. Soon enough all of us had gathered in the living room. "First off," I started, "I think Ellie has a very important vision to tell us." Everyone turned there attention to Ellie. She glared at me like How did you find out about this. You were listening to us, weren't you? But I ignored her, and she stood up and came to the center of the room.
After Ellie told everyone about her vision, they all started talking at once. Kaylee put her hands up to silence everyone. I nodded to her in gratitude and then told about my encounter with Bianca. "One thing is for sure," I finished, "we have to rescue them." I looked at all of them, "Tonight."
Again the room exploded with questions. I sighed and tried to get everyone's attention, but failed. Suddenly AJ stood up and yelled, "Would you all shut up and listen to Corbin!" You could hear a pin drop it got so quiet. We were all so surprised that AJ talked, yet alone yelled, that we all became silent.
"Thanks," I told AJ, then to everyone else, "Ok, so here's the plan."
I stood out in front the house, waiting for Bianca's hot pink convertible to come into view. Only a thirty minutes before, I had called her and asked her if I could take on a date to her dad's science lab. Of course I wasn't serious about the date thing, I just figured that she would be an easy ticket to get in to her father's secret lab.
Ester came up behind me. I slipped my hand into her's, "Are you sure you're ok with all of this?" I asked her.
She squeezed my hand "Yeah, I guess." Then with a teasing smile she added, "but I don't want to see you two kissing in the back seat."
I smiled and teased her back, "Does that mean it's aloud if we do it in the front?"
Just then I heard the motor of a car and I warned Ester. "You should probably get back in your spot, I think that's her car." I leaned down and kissed her on the lips before she walked away to hide behind a bush. Just like I had assumed, Bianca's car came around the corner. When the hot convertible pulled up beside me, I hopped in the passengers seat and looked at Bianca. I had to admit, she was pretty, but don't you dare tell Ester I said that.
"So, let's go see your dad's science lab," I told her, "I want to see these winged people." And with that we were on our way. As we turned the corner, I glanced at the rear-view mirror, and I saw Michael dash behind a tree. I smiled, reassured that everyone would follow me to the scientist and the other winged ones.
I'm a JESUS FREAK!!!
Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
As I hobbled onto my lumpy mattress, I collapsed upon it in pain. Every muscle ached, and my feet were on fire. As I lay there, crumpled, my breathing was heavy, and every intake was another strenuous task. How much more of this torture could I endure?
"Dinner time, mongrel," a loud, obnoxious voice called. A hand shoved a tray with gray goop through a slot in the door. I rolled over on the bed until I fell onto the floor, ten I slowly crawled to the maybe-edible food. I gulped it down, not even tasting it, but that was on purpose more than anything; the one time I chewed it slowly my taste buds nearly died.
The thing about goop was, once you had it, you'd never been thirstier. I dragged myself to the moldy faucet in the corner of the concrete room. I turned it and greenish water trickled out. I thrust my head underneath, greedily taking in the unclean water. It was better than nothing.
After that, I slumped back, leaning against the wall.
Oh dear God, please help me.
Was anyone going to save me?
"Blah blah blah. You feel trapped in your life. Here is what I am hearing: happiness isn't worth any inconvenience."
Weee... the room was spinning.... oh! OH! Not cool! My stomach bucked, my vision blurred, and my knees fell out from under me. I grabbed the sides of the little bin they put in and heaved. Several times. I could hear Jalen drinking in some of the water -it couldn't be healthy- and heaved again. I wiped my mouth and dragged myself to the mattress. I couldn't even pull myself on it. I ended up lying on the floor, with my head on the mattress. I closed my eyes until the next few waves of nausea passed and laid a hand on my stomach. My stomach knotted- I could feel my ribcage now. They'd said for the last treatment to show effect, they couldn't feed me.
I lunged to the bin and threw up- or tried. I'd already puked up the last of my nutrition; there was nothing in me now. A little saliva, nothing more. Some water trickled into the can, and I looked away. I wiped my mouth weakly and collapsed into my previous position. I heard something at the other end of the hall, but I didn't bother to look up. The only energy I had was spent trying to heave up vomit that wasn't there.
I counted my ribs through the thin layer of fabric that served as clothes. I stopped, sickened by it, and curled up. Well, I didn't, not really; my knee lifted an inch or two and my arms wrapped around my torso, my body weakly doubling over. My stomach bucked, and I didn't bother going to the bin; nothing spilled out anyway. I crawled over to the bars that separated me and Jalen. I tapped the steel lightly.
"Zuri?"
I nodded. Couldn't speak for the bile in my mouth. She nodded back. We didn't speak another word. I managed to get a little more puke and phlegm into the bin -only barely- and then slumped back to the floor, my head on the hard mattress. I closed my eyes, a sheen of sweat forming on my skin and my eyebrows furrowing. My body twitched and spasmed, and a few salty tears sparked the nausea again. I closed my mouth and tried to clench my fists- not enough strength. I whimpered and did the weak curling-up effort again.
God, I was pitiful.
hey, Jude, don't make it bad take a sad song and make it better remember to let it into your heart then you can start to make it better.
We went from running, to hiding, back to running, then back ro hiding, and so on. After what seemed like ages we ended up in a secluded area. There was a big white and steel building, that smelled of antiseptic and chemicals all the way from over where we hid.
I had to refrain myself from gagging. When I looked closer at the building I recognized it. "Guys," I whispered "I remember this place. They took me here before shipping me off to the island." I only knew that because I had woken up, from what ever thing they gave me to knock me out, just before they got inside the tall, electric, and barb wired fence.
For some reason the memory was hazzy, probably from whatever drug they had shot into my veins after throwing me down the stairs. But the location...it seemed different. Did they move their location or was I really that messed up?
Before the gate opened I made bird call, getting Corbin's attention. When he was looking at me I mouthed "Go to the trunk and open it. I'm getting in." He nodded and unbuckled. After saying something to Bianca he went to the trunk and popped it open.
As he pretended to rumage through it I grabbed someone at random *this can be anyone* and said to everyone else "We're going inside and shutting off the cameras. After taking care of that and whoever is in our way we'll open the gate. If that's not done in ten minutes maximum, we're either dead or running behind" The two of us shot towards the trunk.
As Corbin helped us in as he said to Bianca "I don't see it. Oh, wait! It's under this thing." After we were in Corbin grabbed something and carefully threw the door down. I caught it just before it slammed shut.
After a minute the car began moving. This is it...we're on our way to the inside of enemy lines.
I was practically falling out of the car as I sat hunched in the back of the pink convertible. It smelled strongly of perfume and it was starting to make me sick. I had a sudden urge to glance back to see how Corbin was, though with Kaylee there I wasn't going to chance it. She was one of those people you always tried to impress and even though I tried not to make it obvious, I did try.
It was dark out and I could barely see the ground. The car came to a rolling stop and I felt my heart skip a beat. Now was the most important part. I watched as the others tracked along side of the fence, sticking to shadows; hardly making a noise. Kaylee nudged me with her foot and pressed her ear to the gap outside. I did the same, my wings beginning to sting as I bent them in an unbearable position.
"I got Daddy's key card that will allow us to get into the laboratory, Corbi!" Bianca's voice trilled over the chirping of a cricket.
Corbi I had to bite my lip not scream out the name. That was my nickname for Corbin. Why if I ever get my hands on that girl I'm gonna wring her neck. As if hearing my thoughts, Kaylee elbowed me shaking her head. Focusing back on the sound of the footsteps, Bianca was a lot louder then Corbin.
"That's great! I've always wanted to see a winged one." Corbin said in a friendly tone.
Bianca:
I slid the key card down the slot in the entrance. Everything in check so far; I was wearing my expensive perfume, had waxed my body so I was silky smooth now all I had to do was seduce Corbin even more and he'll be mine. Staring at him from the corner of my eye, he looked casually over his arm.
"There aren't many scientists around at this time. But there still will be some, just follow my lead and we'll get through to the experiment room." I said tossing my head.
"You've been here before?" Corbin asked.
"No, I've read the plans and seen most of Daddy's footage from the base. Nothing can be hidden from me." I winked at him as if to imply I knew he had interest in me. The door slid open and I could feel my heart setting into place. Now saunter in, Bianca and he'll be all yours.
