SOAR - More Like Us

CHAPTER 10

                                                        SNOW

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING about Hon?" I asked, clearing my throat.
"They took them!" He shouted, "they took Aaron and John for experiments!" He looked past me, noticing the flock behind me, "max look out!" He shrieked, as the flock came down, stroking their wings. Max landed not so gracefully, unlike Dylan and gazzy.
"Don't worry, they're with me." He leaned closer to the cage, staring into my eyes.
"Of course they are." He said, not sounding like himself. The flock backed away, while gazzy and Iggy were reaching in their pockets. I held my hand up. "We're all together again, like one big, happy, family." He grinned, as the flock backed away and took a running start, right before being tossed to the rough, tiled floor by a net. "And you thought I was patrick." He chuckled, fading away like a broken, static TV. I looked around and noticed the flock did the same thing, fading away like a hologram. "We already caught them." The same voice that patrick had spoke. "You're the last one." I jumped up, getting into a fight position. But then I realized. This room was a hologram. I looked around and noticed that I was surrounded by guards. Maybe seventy, seventy-eight? I took a deep breath and swore at myself for falling into a trap as obvious as this. A guard launched himself at me and I swung my foot around, snapping his jaw, as guards shot their dart guns. It was then, I saw as one of the darts flew by, that the darts were labeled. And the label said, Jonah's Tactical Armory. Everything was coming together and falling apart.
   
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I took a running start and leapt, letting my wings catch air. It would've felt nice if I wasn't being shot at left and right. I went higher, but stopped as soon as I got to close to the ceiling. What's your plan now? I thought to myself. I'm trapped in a big room, guards shooting at me, by myself, and have no higher ground in any way. (Besides having the literal higher ground) I pushed off the ceiling and dove downwards, picking up a guard and throwing him into the air, as he hit the ceiling and fell down the eighty foot drop, that was between the floor and the ceiling. His bones were shattered, blood seeping between his leg and his hips, due to landing on his legs. I thought of it to be a good technique and repeated it, throwing guards into the air and let them turn into a mangled, bloody, monstrosity. I couldn't keep this up for long though, the guards kept getting heavier and heavier. At one point I picked up a guard and ended up snapping his neck across the ceiling. There now about fifty-three left, and again, I. Cannot. Keep. This. Up. But I had to keep going, be cause if I stopped for even one second, I would be on the ground. I would have lost.

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I grabbed onto one of the hanging lights, and shot the guards with the dart gun I'd picked off of one of them. I swung around left and right, evading all the darts aiming at me. I shot one on the right cheek and he collapsed like a pile of rocks. I was running out of breath. But I couldn't stop, and there were only twelve left. I shot another one, but when I did, a bald man in a white uniform and shoes walked into the room, smirking. I'm guessing that was the man hosting this whole hologram fiasco. And of course it had be him, "You!" I shouted, aiming the gun towards him. "You're seriously the one hosting this?" I shot another guard, "All this, and for what? A couple of experiments?" He looked up towards me without taking that smug smile of his off his face.
"Everything has a purpose, snow." He said, shaking his head, "the doomsday group will deliver." He pulled out a remote, "the one true light, always delivers." He pressed the button on the remote, which revealed a tinted window that cleared up showing a group of kids. Except those kids were.
"Aaron?" I whimpered.
"Indeed!" Derek yelled. That's right. Derek. "I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine." Derek said, "meet Mark!" Another man in a uniform entered the room, "Mark is one of the leaders of the one true light." He said, hand gesturing to Mark.
"Oh, I get it." I began, "he's one of the lead asshats." I said matter of factly, as i finished off the last guard and swung down to pick Derek up by the throat. It was like the universe wanted me not to kill Derek, because as soon as I swooped down, Mark cocked his arm and swung it at me, where his fist met my rib. I rolled across the floor like a cartoon, but caught myself. I aimed the gun and shot him in neck.
He pulled the dart out.
"Those don't work on me." He said, "so stop trying!" He jumped at me but I dodged, chopping him on a pressure point. He flinched a little at the pain but just rubbed it off. He jumped at me again, but I didn't flinch. Instead I lifted my leg up and gave him the low blow. Not the best way of fighting, but still. Aaron liked to call it the Cherry Basket.
I snickered a little, thinking about it.
He folded to the ground for a couple of seconds and I took that time to grab Derek and swing him in the air like a ball.
Smash!
He collided with a hang light, and flipped downwards. He landed on his side, breaking his arm and giving him a concussion. I just wished he'd become a bloody mess after that. I ran out of the room but had no idea where to go next. The room was apart of a giant building that had no hole in the ceiling. I had wondered when they'd snuck me in there. Because I'd already met the flock, that was for sure. Which means- they took me in the library. Shit. I thought to myself. I thought back to the time I was leaving the library and saw that guy In a sketchy black hat and suit. I ran down the hallway but was met face first with a hologram wall. I was still in the room.