The Crafting Dead : The Lone Eagle (Discontinued)

Chapter 16

Eagles POV

After Husky said that, I felt a small smile appear on my face. Then we all heard a gun click. I saw Jett behind Husky, holding a gun to his head.

"Husky, don't move!" I warned him.

"Let, us, go." Jett demanded.

"Jett! They-" I was cut off by a gunshot. I saw no blood from Husky, and Jett's arm was being held away from Husky by one of the gaurds. I sigh in relief, then hope we can still leave.

I laughed nervously. "Soo... Jett... funny story-" I started to say, then Jett was thrown to the floor.

"Let me go!" Jett struggled.

"EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE MINUTE!" I yelled, earning looks from everyone in the room. "Jett, they said we could leave with our stuff. And I feel like you just ruined that chance." I sighed. I felt anger bubble inside if me as I relized I would most likely never see Toxic and the others again.

One moment everyone was were they were at, next they're slammed into the wall and on the floor.

"E-eagle, how did you d-do that?" Jett stuttered.

"I-i... I-"

"D-don't let them e-escape," Husky barely got out. I acted quickly, and I helped Jett up and we ran. We found the armory and food supplies, so we took some stuff we needed, and we found my carf too, then we went outside. Jett climbed onto my back and I took off right before the gaurds cought me. They were on out trail the whole time.

As we were flying, again, I swear I saw someone in the forest we were above. I shuved it off and kept flying. Jett or I never said a word. A few minutes later, I felt a sering paint in my left wing. We started falling. I could here Jett screaming while I tried to flap so we would die.

I manged to soothe our landing, or at least for Jett. Me, on the other hand, my back hurt like h**l. I landing right on it. Jett imediantly got out medical ssbblies and tried to figure out what to do. I heard him mumble a few things, but I was to occupied on the pain in my back to make out the words he was saying.

Then I heard leaves crunch. Jett shot his head up, and looked behind himslef. Out of the woods came a boy and a young girl. The boy had pale skin, icy blue eyes, and dark brown hair that faded into a dirty gold at the bottem, and he was wearing a dark blue shirt, a black hoodie that was over his head, ripped jeans, black and white converse, a red and black bandana over his mouth and nose, and red and gold goggles. The young girl had long sliver hair, light blue eyes, pale skin, and she was wearing a pure shirt, a dark blue hoodie that was on, gray sweat pants, and white tennis shoes (@Aquahouse ) The boy looked about nineteen while the girl looked about twelve or thirteen. But the part that cought my eye was that the girl was cuffed. Wierd.

"Who are you! And why does the girl have wings, wolf ears and tail, and a blindfold?" The boy demanded, holding an AK-47 towards Jett. Jett freezed, not wanting to get shot, obviously.

"I was born with the ears and a doctor gave me my ears," I blurted before turning my head away and scrunching my eyes. I heard foot steps, the hand cuffs. By now I had fallen over into the soft, moist grass. I don't know why, I just felt scared. Like this guy was bad, and that's why the girl is cuffed.

I felt a tug on my left wrist, so I looked up to see the boy standing in front of me. I looked behind myself real quick to see Jett and the girls sitting againts a tree, cuffed.

"Hey, over here," the guy said. I jerked my head over to face him. "Get up, your coming with me. I have a group in the city near by, and they'll love some more fo- I mean people." I nodded and got up. He tied my hands with string. Strong, but still, string.