FalconX: The Wretched (Book One)

Chapter 11

I whipped around a corner, my bow was gripped tightly in my hands, and my heart was pounding in my chest. My hands gripped tighter on the silver part of my bow, and I slowly brought my head around the corner, and standing right in front of me was Logan. His black eyes were sad, but I wasn’t.

            My hands drew my bow back, but I knew this would be an effortless attempt to stop him; I raised my bow directly in front of his face, and I let go of the string without even caring. The arrow penetrated his skin and it stuck there, but Logan just smiled; he pulled the silver arrow out of his head and snapped it in two.

            I heard the slicing of his skin as his claws came out and he raised one of his glimmering claws up to my face, he held onto my shoulder firmly, and put one of his claws on my forehead. Slowly he twisted so the skin on my forehead was all cut up, but I couldn’t move a muscle.

            Logan put his claws up to my stomach and slowly and painfully shoved it through my body; I was like a shish kabob. Blood poured from my wound and slowly it came out of my mouth and poured down onto the floor, Logan took his claw out of my stomach, and I crippled down to the ground. My hand was grabbing onto my wound as a failed attempt to make the bleeding stop, but blood was gushing out.

            I looked up at Logan he was frowning and shaking his head in disapproval, so to put me out of my misery he grabbed a chunk of my hair and sliced at my face with his claws—more and more blood poured out of my face, and he kept doing that until I couldn’t see anything but red. Logan grunted and walked away from me, and I laid cripple on the floor surrounded in a pool of my own blood.

            Death was taking its toll on me, it took almost years before it came, and it was the most unpleasant thing I had ever experienced. My organs shut down one by one, I began to shake uncontrollably, and my breathing was rapid and short. It over all hurt so much.

            But, after my pain came my relief; a wave of calmness swept over me, and the red in my vision was surrounded with black—once the black had completely covered my vision I stopped doing anything.

            And that was the end of my nightmare.

            I awoke with a sudden jolt, and my eyes opened to see Silver sleeping blissfully; his pale face was undisturbed, and I could feel his breath on my face. His white hair was all in his face, so I brushed the strands out of his face; slowly his grey eyes opened. He looked exhausted but happy to see me; he took his hands from under the sheets and brushed some strands of my brunette hair out of my face.

            I smiled at him and he smiled back at me, “I’ll be back,” I whispered, and I began to climb out of my bed; but, Silver wrapped his lean arms around my waist and pulled me back into bed.

            He laughed to himself and began to kiss my cheek, I glanced over at Abi’s bed and I found it empty, so I guess we could be as loud as we wanted to be. “But,” He whined, “I don’t want you to leave.” Silver began to kiss my cheek repetitively, I laughed and tried to escape his grasp but he wasn’t letting go.

            “I promise I’ll be right back,” I whispered while trying to escape his grasp, but in defeat I rolled over to face Silver and kissed him on the lips; and I hoped out of bed and Silver looked at me in a sad way.

            I grabbed my leather jacket off of the chair and threw it on, then I got some shoes on, Silver sat up and just stared at me, but I managed my way out of the door. The air was cold and a slight breeze chilled my face and it blew my brown hair back, but I just stared at the bright moon in the sky.

            I stood in front of our door, but I was so full of energy that I needed to get out and run. Without making a single noise, I ran down from our third story room down to the ground, and the wind whipped at my face.

            In the parking lot I saw the outline of a man in a black business suit, he had a grim smile on his face, and his salt and pepper hair glowed in the street light. I snarled at the man because he looked exactly like Stryker, but this man’s grim smile faded as he walked out of the light and towards me. When he got closer to me I could tell something about this man was all too familiar, and then it hit me—it was Stryker.

            But, something wasn’t right: he was alone. He had no protection, no guards, and no weapons; something was up.

            “Hello my little Weapon X,” Stryker sneered as he walked up to me, and I growled and bawled my fists. “Now, now; is that a way to speak to your creator?” He snarled evilly.

            “Fine,” I snapped, “what do you want, ‘my dear creator’?”

            Stryker laughed, and then asked, “So, what are you doing away from the mansion? Are you getting ‘freaky’ with your boyfriend? Or are you practicing your skills that I gave you?” He paced around me in a circle.

            “I left with a friend and Silver,” I stated bluntly, but then my anger over flowed. I asked sternly, “Give me one good reason that I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

            “Because I know something about your little—how should I put it—boyfriend,” Stryker lured me in like a fish when he said he knew something about Silver.

            I was interested then, so I asked suspiciously, “What?”

            “Well,” Stryker continued to lure me in as he paced around me, “he did tell you about his father?” I shook my head, “Oh, he didn’t? His adoptive father is Magneto. At first Magneto sent Pietro to spy on your little friend Abi Stark, but in his letters Pietro wrote to his father he fell madly in love with you and didn’t want to leave.”

            My mouth hung open and I asked quite loudly, “Why would he spy on Abi?”

            Stryker leaned in close to me and whispered, “Because, Magneto wants Abi—or what she likes to go by: Palooza—to join the Brotherhood and be on his team,” He stopped pacing and looked at me and said in a normal tone, “I’ll leave you to sort out your little problems with him.”

            I looked back at the motel and then back at where Stryker was supposed to be, but he had vanished into thin air.