Revenge of Wounded (Book 2 of The Impossible trilogy)

Chapter 13: Conflict Arises

Golden

"Fiera!" I yell at her, as she is separated from me. Just great! Right when I tell her to stay by me side, this happens!

I look back at Tony and the rest of them, and then I return my attention back to the crowd with Fiera in it. Tony and the rest can take care of themselves. Fiera will be by herself. Though Fiera does have powers, she can't use them and her powers can't protect her from bullets, unlike us guys who can use our powers to block bullets.

With this thought, I chase after the crowd and follow them through the halls until we almost reach the school's main doors. Desperately, I look upon the heads of all the high schoolers. Figuring it would be easier to find her if I stand still, I stop in the middle of the hall. I frown since I couldn't see Fiera within the students. Where is she? She would have tried to escape the crowd and get back to me. Did I somehow miss her?

Turning back the way I had come, I run into the halls. I run and run and I continue to run as I begin to struggle to keep up the fast speed. My breath starts to come out in quick huffs. Was there always this many hallways? Dismissing my own question, I keep on running what seems like forever, twisting and turning, going left and right around the winding halls. As I run, at some point, the hallways become an odd color. Instead of the usual dull greyish-white schools tend to be colored, the hallways and lights were sepia colored, like you would see in some photos. Disorientated was what I felt. What's going on? I stop and put my hands on my knees to catch my breath. Something's not right. I should have reached the gym by now.

Without warning, a woman walks into the middle of the hall some ten feet in front of me. She had shoulder length, wavy brown hair, with black, square shaped glasses and studious grey eyes. The woman was fairly tall and slender and walked with an air of confidence.

I straighten out to my full height and frown. "Um... hey lady. There are kind of some people with guns in the school. I suggest you get out of here quickly."

"Oh, I know." The woman says with a cool, honeyed voice. Immediately, sirens go off in my head. "I was the one who ordered them to do so, anyway. Of course I would know."

"You're the one who ordered this?!" I yell incredulously to her.

"Preciously." She answers me with a short answer.

I keep my gaze steady and unwavering, acting as if I was indifferent about her superior attitude and the situation at hand. "Why did you order them to attack us?'

She cocks an eyebrow in mock innocence. "Why can't I order them to do so?"

Mentally, I imagine myself strangling the woman for her answer, but, of course, I couldn't really do that. So she's going to play that way. "Tell me what you're after!" I say with less control over my anger.

This time, the woman smiles, but not pleasantly. "Well, to kill all the mutants and mutant lovers, of course. Isn't that obvious?"

This time I physically clench my teeth. "Who are you?" I growl.

"I'm glad you asked. My name is Lillian Grey. I am the leader and president of the anti-mutant organization called Wounded. We provide services to those who want revenge or who want mutants killed. Our mission statement is 'To rid the world of the unwanted and the impossible'." She says this as if she had rehearsed introducing herself and her organization millions of times. Her demeanor reminded me of all the typically coy villains in every show or movie. Annoyingly arrogant.

"Why? Why do you want us dead? We haven't done anything to you! Who hired you?!" I badger her with aggravated questions.

Her expression becomes dark. "We weren't hired. It's for my own personal revenge, as well as the others in my organization."