[COMPLETED. Wait for Book 2.]
Maggie Harts is a metahuman - more exactly, a telepath. She is more commonly known as Puppeteer, as she utilizes her abilities to take over people's brains and control their exact movements. She used them to gain advant...
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CHAPTER 10
Maggie shuddered when she heard a grotesque squelching sound, emerging behind her. Harley was slamming her bat down the head of a lifeless creature mercilessly, and the Squad paused their journey to send her a dubious look. Shrugging, she reasoned,
"What? I saw it move!" she lodged her heel to the creature's side in a weak kick. "See? It flinched. I think."
Captain Boomerang jogged up to Diablo, sneering deviously. "Hey, you were some help, princess."
Diablo shrugged nonchalantly. "It's better this way. Trust me."
Feeling disconnected from the group, Maggie quickened her pace to even Flag's. Unless this person they were rescuing held the key to cure cancer, they all deserved to take a couple of minutes to rest. Maggie lightly poked Rick's shoulder and he didn't even glance at her when he replied,
"What?"
Was he expecting for her to display speech? Maggie just kept on prodding his shoulder, and he didn't budge - at least until she jabbed sharply. Flag winced quietly and snapped his shoulder away, finally looking at Maggie directly. "What?"
Biting her lip, Maggie worked up a lie. It would be awkward, but no guy could fault it. Gradually, she lifted her index finger and pointed downwards. Flag blinked rapidly and began grumbling incoherently.
"This is an important mission, Harts," Flag argued. "We have absolutely no time for potty breaks. You should've went before we left."
Maggie frowned and tugged on his sleeve like a child threatening to throw a temper tantrum. 'Whoever it is, they can't be too important,' she messaged Flag directly. 'We already murdered whatever those things are for them. They can wait.'
Flag's eyeball briefly rolled over to view the smaller person striding besides him, before sighing. Whoever they were assigned to save, it was obvious Flag didn't really favor them. He stopped, took a minute to search the scene and when he concluded that there were no threats nearby, turned to the group.
"Alright, we're gonna take five here. We're going to that minimarket over there," he pointed to a small general store near them, with the shop's lights flickering briskly. "Eat and whatever. We're moving again in seven minutes - no exceptions."
As always, Maggie was the first to launch a run over to the store. From the shattered windows, she could look inside - it was completely vacant of any living being. The shelves, however, were trashed and the food scattered over the linoleum floors were scarce. Picking up a tube of cheese Pringles and a bottle of Mountain Dew, her eyes browsed the store for a convenient place to snack in solitary. Her face lit up when she spotted a door leading to the storage, and she walked up to it. Bringing up a fist, she knocked it once to ensure complete solitary.
She was completely shocked to hear two knocks echo from behind the door.
Gulping nervously, she withdrew her handgun from its holster and pushed the door open slowly.....
What she saw next made her gasp.
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Deadshot uncorked a bottle of vodka, chugging down its contents before Harley nudged his shoulder, grinning wildly. Smirking, the dark-skinned man passed the vodka to the psychotic woman before trudging off to meet Flag.
Rick was examining the corpse of a creature - one they didn't fight. His arm had been torn off and what seemed like the top part of his head had been.... chewed off. Bite marks and everything.
"Want to explain this?" Floyd nodded at the rotting, goopy carcass. Flag sighed, rising up to his feet.
"If I told you, would you believe me?"
"What are they?" Harley murmured, deliberately stepping on one of the carcasses' heads to make it combust under impact. Digger emerged from the store, El Diablo tailing behind. Something shiny glinted under the dark, and he instantly approached it. A shiny, obviously expensive Rolex was equipped by one of the dead monsters. Digger unequipped it and grinned at the loot.
"I don't know."
"Bullshit," Floyd sneered, before snatching the wristwatch away from Digger. He pointed at the corpse Digger had looted and said, "this guy had a 3000$ watch. Is that a person?"
"It was," Rick replied readily. "Now it's not. And now, we're moving out."
Harley pouted. "But it's only been like, five minutes!"
Deadshot raised an eyebrow at the lady. "You can chill when fucking monsters aren't loitering about, dollface."
He walked off, whilst Flag ambled back to the store to notify the remaining members who lagged behind. He called the soldiers who instantly rejoined, before poking inside and calling out, "Harts! We're moving out."
Rustling was heard, along with muffled voices and unconsciously, Flag slightly tipped his gun up.
"Don't point your gun at a kid," Floyd hissed.
"What if it isn't our kid?" Flag quipped, and the group instantly glanced up warily. But instead, they were met with a more stunning sight.
Maggie emerged from the storage room with a child.
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HUZZAH, PLEASE WELCOME THE SHORTEST CHAPTER EVER!
I really am sorry though. I'm currently trying to squeeze writing between studying and choir practice, so don't think I'm writing less because I don't love you guys no more <3.
Anywho. Guess who got asked out to the soiree? Yup, meetos!
