The Haven

Chapter 23

PART ONE: Revolution

I look at all our soldiers, armed with riffles, pistols, machine guns, anything we could get our hands on. To our luck, one of the gifted people we recruited had the power of changing things into any other item he wanted. He was our main creator for the weaponry and armor.

My vision was so clear, the one of the battle. It only lasted a few seconds, but we gathered enough from it to know where to go and what we were up against. We try to ignore it, but it's obvious we are completely outnumbered. Civilians and a handful of gifted people against the US military and an entire army of enhanced humans with genetically altered genes. Our chance of wining was miniscule, but we were determined, hopeful, and devoted to our mission. Each and every one of our soldiers was ready, mentally and physically, to take down the director and his accomplices. Each one was willing to do whatever it took, give their lives if that what it took to keep our freedom. In our hearts, the director is the one who is utterly screwed.

"Are you ready to fight!" Everyone shouts in agreement with devotion echoing in their cheers, "Are you ready to fight for our freedom! For our children and loved ones! For our humanity!" I shout as loud as I can, my wings flapping against the musky air. "Then we will fight alongside our brethren till the director falls and the sun rises with our victory painted red on it's horizon! We will fight with everything we have and everything we live for! We with fight and we will WIN!" I'm screaming now, every word weighing heavy in our hearts. We are strong, we can do this.

I turn facing the hill our enemy will charge over, just as it was in the vision. We are all silent, listening, as a the faint sound of pounding feet come closer. Its almost time.

Soon, an entire line of bodies begins to appear as the drones and military step over the hill. Lines and more lines begin to round over the hill, showing off how great they are in number. Suddenly they stop and the director steps in front of his army. The director shouts, and his drones immediately sprint towards us like an enormous heard of wildebeest.

"For freedom!" I scream, holding my gun into the air.

"For freedom!" Everyone below me shouts, then begin firing at the drones.

An entire mass of drones hurtle into the air, unfolding their brown and grey wings. I surge toward them, some other winged soldiers we recruited following behind me. We surge into the air war-zone, bullets rocketing from our guns. My ammo runs dry and I hurry to switch the clip. I begin firing again and watch as people start falling from the sky and crashing into the war on the ground.

Blood falls like rain, and soon enough, splatters of red are soaked into my coat and dried on my face. My last clip runs out, and I have no other choice than to fight with the sword I have strapped to my belt. My sweaty palm grips the sword so tight, my knuckles go white. On my right, a drone with glowing blue eyes surges toward me with his own sword drawn.

I swing, the metal of our blades sparking as they grind together. He swings, repeatedly, and I try to block his strikes. One swing nicks my upper arm, causing blood to seep through and drip down my hands. The drone stickers, swinging again harder. I copy his burst of adrenaline, whipping my blade back and forth until his weapon falls from his hand and plummets to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, I plunge my sword deep into the drone's chest and pull it out in a quick motion. It falls from the sky, like many others and collide's with a soldier on the ground.

Another drone fly's straight at me, taking me by surprise. The drone smashes into me, causing me to loose my grip on my sword and it falls beyond reach. The drone, a girl this time, slams her fist hard into my cheekbone. The bone cracks, sending a ping of pain pinching through my nerves. She swings her foot into my side and some ribs crack. I pull myself together, slamming my fist into her gut, then her face, before throwing some cement hard kicks to the gut and ribs. The drone hunches in pain. Before she can pull herself together, I grab a hold of her wing and smash it against my knee. Unable to fly, she immediately spins through the clouds.

My heart pounds rapid in my chest as I watch her fall. I catch a glimpse if River and feel my chest thump harder. Two drones are on him, throwing punches left and right. River fights back, but the strength in both drones is more than enough to take him out. I bolt down, but before I can reach him, the director appears behind him and fires a bullet straight into River's back.

"NOOO!!!!" I scream and collapse beside him. Tears, waterfalls of them, roll endlessly down my cheeks. I pull him into my arms, his blood pooling at my knees. I press my hand against his cheek and turn his head towards mine, but his eyes look lifeless and his skin is already pale. Its too late.

"No no no no!" I sob, burying my face into his neck.

My body feels numb. Frozen, as if time has stopped. Complete chaos and pandemonium unravel around, but it doesn't matter. Its just River and I here in this moment. I could care less if I was stabbed from behind, it couldn't hurt much worse than this. A hollow ache swells inside, burning like lava. It hurts, it hurts too much.

In this moment, I swear to god my heart stopped beating.

"Well well well." His evil voice rings in my ear like venom, its poison making me boil in disgust. He did this, he did all of this.

"You bastard. You evil son of a bitch." I curse at him, meaning every cruel word I spit at his feet. "I'm going to kill you."

He just laughs. That spawn of Satan just laughed!

"You can't kill me, you and your little buddies don't stand a chance, you never did." He smirks the most despicable, disgusting smirk. "I've always been in control. That stupid voice in your head? It was your sneaky mother who was given, by me, the power if moving thoughts. Because of you, I had to kill her. Haven't you been wondering where the little voice in your head has gone? Well without her, you never stood a chance."

I listen, letting more and more rage build up inside me. My mother was the voice. He took her from me and killed her for helping me. He killed my mother.

"I could've killed you. But now, with your help, I've found the most perfect way to earn utter power and control." I couldn't take any more of it. I charge at him and push him to the ground, making his gun tumble away from him. He tries to reach for it, but I grab it first.

"Nothing you can do or say would've ever taken control of us. Funny thing about humans, we can never stop finding ways around the bullshit people like you create." I say, pressing the barrel of the gun to his chest.

Suddenly, a big crackling boom of an explosion erupts and sends the ground crumbling to pieces and people flying into the air. I unfold my wings and try to fly into the sky, but another riveting boom brings me crashing back down into the wreckage.

Before I can bring myself to stand, another boom brings a giant rock crashing onto my right wing. I cry in pain, the bone in my wing completely shattered. A pulsing wave of blistering heat burns from my wing to the rest of my body. I arch my back crying in pain. My body goes into shock and my head begins to spin. Before unconsciousness steals my mind away, I focus on blending in and fade invisible. My eyes flicker closed and everything goes black.