FalconX: The Wretched (Book One)

Chapter 4

It had been weeks after Abi had attacked me, and we were still not allowed in the same room. I sat outside, the air was cold and chilly; rain clouds were above us. My knees were to my chest and a group of students that I had yet to acquire the names of stood nearby, they snickered as they looked at me, and one blonde girl would occasionally whisper to the dark haired boy.

I shook my head in pity—gossiping will get you nowhere in life. The blonde girl looked at me and snickered, and then she asked, "If your dad is Hawkeye can you fly like a bird?" The group of people behind her laughed hysterically.

"No," I said rudely, "but I can hurt you in the most brutal way possible."

The girl looked startled, but she sneered, "You'll pay for that birdie!" She yelled, and right before my eyes her hand turned to a crystal form and she swung her fist at me, but as I prepared for the pain I remembered what my dad had told me, “If they fight you, fight back”

Before she made contact with me I used my super speed to ram myself into her body, the blonde fell to the ground, and I kept going. The group of people formed a circle around us, and slowly more people joined placing bets on which one of us would win. “I think Birdie is going to win, she’s pretty tough,” One boy whispered.

“Nah, Crystal is totally going to win,” The other boy whispered.

I began to punch Crystal repeatedly in the face, she was disoriented and couldn’t make sense of what was going to go into her crystal form, and I was determined not to let her—or that may shatter my bones, because I’m not Logan.

“Fight, fight, fight,” The kids chanted around us and I smiled deviously as they all watched us.

“Mara!” I heard Logan yelled, I looked behind me and I saw Logan running towards me, and he looked pissed. But, being the rebellious kid that I am I began to hit Crystal harder and faster—her blood was everywhere.

Arms wrapped around my waist and I was yanked up from the ground, I kicked and yelled, “Get off me!” But I knew Logan was not going to let me go. Logan carried me away from Crystal, he was cursing at me and telling me I was in for it, and how pissed everyone was going to be at me; but Logan needs to remember one thing, this is me.

He put me down when we got inside, his expression softened, and he said in defeat, “Just play nice.” I laughed and Logan walked off.

I looked down at my fists and blood was all over them, and I smiled deviously at what I had just done to that blonde bitch—it felt good to get back to hurting people, I loved making them suffer and be in pain.

I decided to go back outside but not to Crystal, because I had already done my damage to her. Outside the rain clouds were getting lower and lower and darker as the minutes ticked by; I liked it when rained, it had rained a lot when I had escaped and killed all those people.

I walked by a tree and I heard something come from it, “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be fighting, it could get you dirty.” Sitting on one of the tree branches was a tall and skinny boy, he had white hair and pale skin; he wore a red sweater and kakis.

“Well,” I said, “I’m not very girly.” I walked under the tree and I could see him very clearly now; this guy was cute. In an instant, he whizzed down from the tree using super speed and then was standing in front of me. “It looks like I’m not the only one who can do that,” I smirked, and I stuck my hand out for him to shake, “Mara Barton.”

“Pierto Maximoff, but you can call me Silver,” Silver said, “and might I add you have stunning blue eyes.”

I smiled, “Thanks,” and a loud roll of thunder erupted through the air, “We might want to get inside.”

“That would be smart,” Said Silver.