Dark Birds//{[In Progress]}

-{Chapter I}-

"You should have died" They mumbled to her, she just laughed

      It happened in a small unknown town, on a night without stars and a moon. Without that light everything went unnoticed, it didn't help the fact that it was covered up cleaner than a mass murder. Then all the possible cracks in the case were soon covered with multiple layers of concrete and tar in a matter of hours. It all happened so fast, she suddenly disappeared, like she never even existed, not even the entire community that existed because of her and Alexander and there constant fighting for what's right.

      Only Alexander, Grey, Jackson, Government Officials, now me knew what happened that night if they found out, we'd all be dead. What happened 9 months ago is almost impossible to comprehend, especially to Jackson. He ended up breaking down in that same corner he sat in when Grey showed up and told everything.

"I inhaled taking my hands off the cold leather wheel then, leaning my head into my shaking hands, I quickly leaned my head into the back of the seat unable to sit still. I was watching the rain fall down the three windows surrounding me, betting which one would win, each step that man took it splashed in the water, his belt was filled with tools, of death is what Alexander called it. The man flashed a light into my car and directly on my face, one of his large fingers to match his large hand started tapping on the glass.

'Tap'

'Tap, Tap'

'Tap'

It was almost like protocol, every single person who wore that name tag, who owned that phone, who held that gun, and who held that title. Did the exact same things, same tapping, same tone of voice, same haircut. There was no uniqueness about these men.

I exhaled and rolled down the window. sure to show my hands.

"Now listen to me. Call the person who was coming to get you, tell them they don't need to come, alright?" his voice seemed like thunder off in a distance, with a sternness of a god.

I froze and lifted my hands, my phone sat in my lap. I continued to stare straight forward, that's what I was supposed to do right? I just didn't respond just taking in deep breaths, and trying to stay calm, and praying to a non-existent god that he wouldn't recognize me.

"Go ahead and call them. I'm going to take you to jail and I'm going to impound the car."

I started to shake, my hands still at a ninety-degree angle. "No." I was frozen. I wanted to scream, I felt so weak. How did I manage to get to this place, alone, without any protection. I need to learn

"Why can't you?" He began to yell, his hand was tightly gripped on the base of the window.

"Because I will not put my hands-" The ignorant ass interrupted me "Use your phone, it's in your lap right there." It began to light up and buzz occasionally with an email, telling me that our latest riot was either a success or a fail. I tried to angle my phone away so he couldn't see it, without looking suspicious.

"Okay, I just don't want to put my hands down. I'm really sorry, I'm just-" Again he interrupted me, "Okay, Okay do what you want."

"No, no, no, I've just seen way too many videos of cops" It began to rain heavier, and my heart beating faster. I wanted to die in that very seat of that Lexus.

"But your not black. Remember? We only kill black people." My heart sank and I began to fill with anger but he continued on "Yeah, we only kill black people, right?" His entire face was in my car at this point, I didn't want to look over I kept looking straight forward not moving, barely even blinking. "All the videos you've seen, have you seen white people get killed?" I nodded and he continued "You have?"

I rested my head against the seat again a lump in my throat formed, he kept going on more persistent than a dog. I exhaled out of my nose, and looked at him, the first time I wasn't staring at the cars passing and the rain dripping on the windshield. His eyes were sunken in his face and his entire body was basically in my car at this point. Easily a violation. And before I knew it. A gun was pressed against my small head, and my stomach against a car and I was being cuffed for simply having a headlight out."

She refused to tell most of the story as she leaned her head back into the wall she was calmly leaning against "I'm way too sober for this, Wheres Alexander. This was the meeting point was it not?" She asked Jackson he was still out colder than the original time I saw him like this even though it was hours ago, he was slipping into a crisis.

"Meeting Point?" I asked, possibly with the most monotone voice. She continued to look at the papers on my nightstand, she dug them up from somewhere just minutes ago

"Yea, We had a backup plan," She rustled the papers knocking a pile onto the ground making a large swish sound. "Jackson?" She rolled her eyes at him "Do you have contact with Alexander?"

He shook his head still staring off into space as if he saw the collapsing of two galaxies his voice quiet and shaky, not to mention the recent weather and allergies it was raspy on top of everything else "No, but I got Lyra."

She shook her head and sighed running her long yellow "Coffin" Nails though her platinum blonde hair that happened to end just at the collarbone. "Give me it. She might be the only possible one who has the contacts." Jackson handed her the phone before she went on another rant

Grey tapped her foot as the phone dialed then eventually rang, the volume was up but not on speaker she motioned me over and whispered: "Find any papers that have the name Lindor on it doesn't matter the context." I nodded

"Lyra? I'm going on a limb is this Lyra?" Grey said strictly into the phone and I could make out a faint muffling sound and Jackson just sat and continued to slip away before our eyes. "Right, Right. But what I don't understand-" There was sobbing on the other end of the call as I gathered papers. "Lyra!" She shouted "Get your fucking shit together, I don't have time for this you need to calm down" Her voice softened and cracked before she even reached the end of her statement

"Lyra, Listen to me," Grey mumbled in possibly the calmest and soothing voice possible, She inhaled and exhaled calmly. "Do you have Alexanders number... I could really use it rn."

Grey got Alexanders number. I never found any papers with the name 'Lindor' I guess the "Rumors" were true that they all burned and possibly started the Manhattan Fire. Perched perfectly on the white picket fence about 5 feet away from my window sat four seemingly perfect crows. Cawing at each other

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4/30/18