Waiting for Amber Skyy

Chapter 51

I had no idea my heart could stay still that long. It wasn't until actual music started blaring into speakers that I had a pulse again. My eyes investigated hers, hoping to whatever god that governs this world that she was kidding.

"No, you don't," I said in a flat tone, though a slight chuckle came in. "You're just joking. Kill the humans?" I laughed at that point. No way was this real. A group this determined wants to murder innocent lives for the sake of peace in a new world? No, they wouldn't do that.

I rolled my eyes, hoping to see a kid or two nearby laughing as well, but all I saw were clouded expressions and chatter about plans for their new future. My stomach churned, reminding me of where I was. This group couldn't do that. They couldn't kill off... most of the world for this, right?

"They can't do that," I stated, but Speck shook her head.

"But we can. We have to; they're ruining the world. We're the new generation!" she locked her gaze on me, her voice changing to the same tone the white coated men had back at ITex. My entire body shivered. "You're the new generation."

"Speck snap out of it! You're brainwashed. You don't know what you're saying!" I cried, shaking her shoulders.

She just giggled in response as the guy began a speech regarding the world as we know it. He explained everything would go down because of a fire in the sky and other bullshit. This was bad. This was worse than bad. These people, these nutjobs were banking on the new generation of kids to change the world for the worse.

"By killing the humans, Generation 77 and beyond will thrive!" I took note of what he said and instantly thought of the post I saw on Fang's blog. No wonder Fang and his group were trying to stop it. But how would they do that? There were too many of them; too many people to topple and smack some sense into.

"Yeah!" Speck called out with the rest of the kids.

"No!" I shouted at her. Some nearby kids glanced at me, a couple pointing out my visible mutations and gawking at them. I gulped, "This isn't you. You have to think straight!"

"I am though!" she whined. "I'm thinking the right way. You're the one that's wrong!"

"No, I'm not!" I nearly screeched. I felt a hand brush my tail and I swung to slap the kid square across the cheek. He cried out, but I didn't care. They had to stop messing with me, and if this was the way to convince them, then so be it. "You want to kill people? I thought you were done with that! Would you want to kill our own parents? The people that love you and care for you?"

"Well, of course," she snidely retorted.

"That's IT!" I shouted, and I quickly grabbed her arm.

She screamed as I pulled her into a tight hug and flared open my wings. I knocked several kids off their feet in doing so, while others froze and turned to stare at me.

"She's the new gen."

"She's the future."

The kids chanted those same words repeatedly, and they gripped at my feathers hoping for a piece. It was terrifying, feeling their hands pass over them and plucking one by one. I reacted by spinning around while struggling with a wriggling Speck and bashed heads together.

"Stop! Let-" I felt a punch to my ribcage. I wheezed but laced my fingers together to keep her close to me. She screeched into my ears and kicked her legs, begging to be let go but I couldn't. I felt another feather getting pulled and finally had it.

I beat my wings with enough force to cause the smallest kids to fall over, and with as much strength as I could without any momentum, I rose above the crowd. Speck continued to struggle and fight me, making me falter in my horrible take-off.