FalconX: The Wretched (Book One)

Chapter 15

I stood in our room, Abi was putting on her special suit that made her invisible, and I threw on my leather jacket. On my bed was my silver bow and quiver, I picked it up and took in a deep, painful breath.

            That was the first time in almost three years since I escaped that wretched building, and now I have to go back to save Silver. I couldn’t imagine what was going on in that place; would he have new powers like me, or would he perfectly normal and stripped of his powers? So many questions ran through my clouded mind, and it hurt to know that I may not make it out of Stryker’s lair that night.

            My heart pounded, and I began to feel light headed—I couldn’t tell if it was because nervousness or from Stryker’s newly revised machine.

            I picked up my bow and quiver from my bed and I threw the quiver over my shoulder—I strapped it to my chest and I drew back the string of my bow. It felt amazing to be reunited with it, and I just wanted to use it the annihilate Stryker. It was all that I wanted in this lifetime, and he deserved everything that I would have done to him.

            I put on my fingerless, black gloves that helped me grip my bow string better, and I wore these because I wanted no mistakes at all; all we needed to do was free the mutants that were inside, kill Stryker, and get out—nothing more, nothing less.

            Abi zipped up her suit and she took out her bow from her backpack as well, she put her black quiver across her chest and put on some black gloves to give her some extra grip on her bow string. I slid on my silver, arrow ring that my dad had given me and took a deep breath in, and I was nervous as hell.

            My body shook in fear, and when I’m much stressed my telekinesis kicks in by itself and it makes everything around me, so I had to be on the lookout for that on that night.

            I stood up from sitting on the bed, and then I stretched my quivering arms. And the funny thing is that I’m not a fearful person, and this had to be pretty fucking scary for me to be shaking out of fear.

            My heart pounded in my chest, and then I turned over to Abi and asked, “Are you ready?”

            She smirked, and said completely unafraid, “As I’ll ever be, and you seem afraid.” She could read people like nobody’s business, “I can tell that you’re having a lot of memories from S.H.E.I.L.D., and I know that they are going to be their strongest when we get into Stryker’s base.”

            Whoa, how did she do that?

            I walked over to the door with my bow in my hand, the arrows in my quiver rattled, and I opened the door to the outside world. A cold gust of wind swept in, and Abi stepped out behind me. “Hop on my back,” I commanded, and I was shaking much more severely now—I was scared to death of that place, and this would be the last time in my life that I would ever visit that place.

            As instructed, Abi jumped on my back, and we began to run down the stairs and off the building. She held our bows in her hands, and we whizzed through the Bronx like it was no problem. The streets weren’t very crowded, but I still ran on the sidewalks—it was much safer because I didn’t want to get hit by a car.

            People were stopped and stared at me and Abi, but they only saw a flash or beam of light. They had puzzled looks in their faces, but this was New York, and there were a lot of strange things there that most people had never seen before.

            We ran by them in a nanosecond, and the only trace of us was a small gust of wind that picked up the trash on the ground. Soon we were crossing the bridge into New Jersey, because it was much easier to the island through New Jersey. A solemn amount of cars passed us, and when we did no one noticed us; a bunch of trash was picked up and thrown around. To the humans it just looked like a gust of wind and a small flash of light.