Blue Wings {COMPLETE} {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 36 - Dylan

In the distance, I hear a shrill cry that slowly grows louder until it becomes a blaring siren. I sit up frantically, blinking in the darkness. In the corner of the room, there is a bright red light that flashes in time with the alarm, casting a red glow around the room. Whatever is happening has caused the door trapping me in here to malfunction. It now hangs wide open, revealing the hallway in the same state as my room. Numerous people in white lab coats scurry by, while others peer out from their rooms, confusion and fright on their faces.

"The power was cut." The voice in my head says faintly and static filled as though the connection was weak.

"Liz." I growl under my breath, filling with rage. I run out of the room, smashing through the mob racing to escape. Turning down hallway after hallway, I find myself standing in front of the cell. The door hangs ajar, and the cell sits empty. I angrily slam the door shut, the metal clanging together with a loud bang in the silence. I should have killed her when I had the chance.

"Dr. Linder!" I shout angrily at the top of my lungs. "You will pay for this. This is your fault!"

The air is silent. No response.

I growl, clenching my fists. Alright Dylan think. You know Liz better than anyone; where would she go?

I stand in silence, going over everything I know about Liz. My thoughts bring me back to the day we first escaped..

Sirens screamed, along with those who were burning or trapped. Fires blazed all around us, burning my skin, and causing Liz to cough uncontrollably next to me. Tears filled her eyes as she scrambled to lift Maria's motionless body into her tiny arms.

"Dylan!" She screamed frantically, "Dylan help, we have to save her, we have to save everyone!"

"We can't!" I cried, pulling at her arm, "We have to go, or Maria's efforts will be for nothing."

"But we can't just leave them, they'll die!" Liz yelled frantically. Blood oozed from cuts in her arms and sides, and her body shook violently. She was weak from the experiments that day and the smoke. If I didn't get her out, she'd pass out soon.

The memory fades, and I'm left standing there shaking. I glance around the dark hallway, peering into the cell as I wonder where I am and how I got here. Suddenly, there is a jolt of pain in my head and the confusion fades. I spin around, storming back up the stairs. I know where Liz is, and it's time for her to die.

The hallways are completely empty by time I reach the top of the stairs, making the lab seem eerily quiet except for the loud sirens that beat against my eardrums. As I draw closer to where the lab's experiments are held, I begin to feel her; her presences is overwhelming, and so is the urge to kill her. Strangely, that urge is filled with... static?

I shake my head to clear it. One problem at a time. I storm into the "Nest" as the lab calls it, my eyes coming to rest on the girl with tangled brown hair, and white scars and purple bruises on her arms. The girl with beautiful white wings, that helps a small boy down from his cage with a reassuring smile. For a split second I see the little girl through the fire with tears in her eyes as she tries desperately to save my sister, but the image fades, leaving me with only rage.

"Nice to see you again, Liz." I purr, smiling maliciously. She sets the boy gently on the ground, turning to face me with her head down. I pull my blade out; the one that Liz returned to me. The one that will kill her. "I told you you would die here."

Liz doesn't say anything, nor does she pull a weapon. Instead, she slowly raises her head to meet my eyes, one tear glistening as it slides down her cheek.

The urge to kill her is boiling over now, and I have to plant my feet on the ground to prevent myself from lunging and slitting her throat. I want her to suffer.

Her voice fills the silence, pleading with me, "It doesn't have to be this way, Dylan. You can stop this now." She urges, walking towards me.

"You're just afraid to die!" I shout, lunging at her, but she quickly side-steps and I smash into one of the cages.

"You can't beat me, Dylan. You never have." Liz reminds me, jumping out of the way of another one of my attacks.

"Well that's going to change today." I spit, straightening. You don't even have a weapon."

Within a second, Liz is on me, pinning my arms behind my back. I never even saw her move.

"I don't need a weapon." Liz growls in my ear, gripping my wrists tighter.

I clench my teeth, smashing my head against hers. The blow stuns her enough for me to free my hands, but she recovers quickly, jumping back before I can attack.

She's too quick for me; I need to come up with something to throw her off. I bend over slightly, spreading my feet while holding the blade in front of me in an offensive stance. My eyes bore holes into Liz, whom stands tall with her arms loosely at her sides. She knows I'm at a disadvantage.

I have a sudden flashback to us brawling as kids. I thought I had finally gotten the upper hand, but she always pulled back ahead, and she always won.

But this fight is different. My lips turn up into a smirk as I catch sight of my target in my peripheral vision. I spin on my heel, whipping my body around.

"No!" Liz screams as I fling the knife. It sinks deep into the back of one of the fleeing experiments. Her white ears flick straight up, then flatten against her head as she crumbles. Liz sprints past me, catching the girl before she hits the ground.

"No. No. No." She mumbles, her body shaking.

A pain fills my chest, and I find that my hands are shaking. The image of Liz, Maria and I locked in our side by side cages, wings open fills my head. Why do I feel this way? Why do I keep remembering these things? Is it possible that I still care?

No. I clench my fists. I don't care! Liz doesn't need me, so why should I!?

I lunge at her, kicking her in the middle of the back. She collapses, thrown off by my sudden attack. She tries to stand, but I punch her in the gut. The blow forces her to take a step back as she doubles over, wheezing. I take the opportunity to throw another punch to her face. Her nose shatters under my fist with a loud crunch, immediately gushing out blood. Liz cries out in pain; I laugh. She stumbles backwards again, but I lunge, this time kicking her knee in to force her to the ground.

"Right where you belong." I hiss, pulling the knife out of the dead girl's back.

"Liz!" Mack screams, running towards her, but he stops short, staring at me with fear in his eyes. I stand in front of Liz, grabbing a clump of her hair in my hand and lifting her head so she has to look at me. She stares back at me, her eyes hard.

I raise the blade above my head, "I told you. Here is where you will die." Then, I bring the knife down.

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A/N

OH NO!!! Is this the end for Liz?!?!

I guess you'll just have to keep reading *wink* *wink*

Anyways! I hope this chapter was better than the last one. We got some fighting action in there, yay! As always, if you liked, be sure to click that vote button, and leave me a comment on what you thought.

Happy reading!

Zori out, peace!