Maximum Ride Fan Fiction / Maximum Ride Fan Fiction ❯ If I Asked You To, Would You Kill Me? ❯ Seraphic, New Players ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Irene Sharda
Fang is found by a gang of street thugs, but is there more to these men then what shows on the cover? And will they be friend or foe?

Non Anime: Maximum Ride Fan Fiction / Maximum Ride Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Sci-fi / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.23.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 175 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 13
Fang awoke to a severe kick in the stomach. Jumping up from the ground with lighting reflexes, he was almost staggered and fell back down from the weight of his own body! He felt worse than he had before he'd went to sleep, and he was beginning to feel light headed and woozy. That sharp kick in the abdomen hadn't helped matters much. By the way, who in the heck did that?
Looking up from his resting place on the ground, he was slightly surprised to see five shadowy figures looking down at him. The first thought that came in his head, was Erasers. But looking again, he realized that he wasn't surrounded by bloodthirsty, morphing hunters, but five young men, a couple of years older than him, with uncut hair, bare chests, and with or without leather jackets.
He involuntarily sighed in relief, but Blade murmured in the back of his head, annoyed that he had been awakened.
I'm hungry…
Don't you think I know that?
I want some food…
I'll think of that when I find a restaurant.
Not that type of food…
Fang began to feel a familiar urge—that selfsame longing was back with a vengeance. He knew what “food” Blade was talking about now…
Suddenly he was startled back to the present by another kick to the leg.
“Hey, you! You're on our turf, kid. You think you can just waltz in here, and take a nap?”
Fang looked up at the boy who had spoken, the same one who had kicked him. A young man of about eighteen, with slick black hair, a thin but muscular physique, and a drooping cigarette, was looking down at him with eyes of suspicion but slight curiosity.
He sighed, and got up brushing himself off. He didn't have time for these jerks. His body was killing him, and he was trying his best to quell his hunger. “Get out of my way. I don't have time for this.”
He went to walk away, but was suddenly blocked by a wall of black leather. He looked up at the intimidating forms of the two guys who prevented him from leaving. He knew automatically that the other two were blocking him from the back.
Trying his best to keep Blade repressed, Fang turned and faced the fifth teen, the cigarette smoking teen who was the obvious leader. “I'm warning you kid, don't mess with me.”
The leader smirked, obviously amused. Putting out his cigarette on the ground, he walked toward the avian-child nonchalantly, neither fearing, nor dismissing Fang's threats.
The leader got closer and closer…passing the point of personal space, until he was only a mere five inches away from Fang's face.
The bird-teen did not back down however, which interested the black-haired gang leader. Fang though, was startled by the leader's eyes. They were piercing blue and ultra-clear, but they held a fierce independence and strength that made it seem that there was more to this guy then what was on the surface.
With movements faster than even his mutant eyes could catch, the leader grabbed Fang's chin in a firm grip and twisted his face around, observing it from both angles. His voice held a slight swagger, yet could cut steel. “You've got spunk, kid. And I like it. Now—let's see if your muscle is where your mouth is…”
With one swift motion, he backslapped Fang's face hard, knocking him to the ground!
Picking himself up slowly, he was shook his head from the initial shock. There was no pain, but it was the fact that he'd been off his guard, that shocked him. It must have been his weakened state, his insides were doing wheelies, he had a headache bigger than Texas, and his muscles felt like lead. But I can still take him…
I'm going to kill him! Let me out! I'll kill them all!
No, they're only human. They don't know anything about…
Then let me educate them…
No Blade, and that's final.
One day, I'm going to get tired of taking orders from you…
Well, tell me when that day comes, for now, I'll take care of things.
Suddenly, he felt the boy's boot kick against his stomach. “Hey, are you sleeping down there? I didn't hit you that hard.”
He swung his foot out again, but this time, it came with some resistance. He looked down to see that the strange teen held his ankle with one hand—a hand with a grip stronger than steel.
Fang looked up at the leader, his eyes as cold as cold as steel. “Kick me again, and you're gonna wish you had hit me harder.”
With a sharp flick of his wrist, the bird-child's superior strength kicked in, and with one hand flung the teenager by his ankle, straight into the base of a nearby tree.
The other members of the blue-eyed guy's outfit turned slightly, startled at their leader's sudden dispatchment. It would have been an ideal time to strike, but Fang rather just take out the leader. It was easier and he wouldn't have as much trouble trying to keep Blade muzzled. Besides, from the four other guys behavior, they wouldn't interfere. To them this was just a battle between the two of them.
As he rose fully to his feet, he waited as his opponent struggled to do the same. The young man looked up at Fang, his eyes blazing with the excitement of challenge. “Well, you do have you strength in those lanky arms of yours. I think I'm beginning to like you more and more.”
“That funny, I was about to say the same thing.” Which was quite true, he realized. Fang was intrigued by this guy, who was looking less and less like a punk, and more like a man to be trifled with…
No sooner had he thought the thought, when the young man in question suddenly swung up on his arms and flipped his body into the air. Performing a triple somersault, he came down with deadly grace, kicking Fang across the face with one leg, and in the chest with the other, knocking him backward with a painful crack into a nearby boulder!
Fang felt the rock make contact with his head, pain lancing through his brain, jarring his vision. For a second he lost consciousness, and his restraint fell. Fang could feel Blade extract his claws, and the bloodlust begin to creep up and take hold.
His body ached for the taste of fresh blood to go down his throat, but Fang fought back! No, you don't! I'm the master here…you're just a freeloader!
You need me Fang…
If, I needed you…I'd have called.
With all the power he could muster, he forced the beast back into its cage. Slowly coming to, his vision began to clear as Fang continue to repress Blade.
When he completely regained the use of his body, he could see that the status quo had changed in the few seconds he'd lost control.
He now stood crouched over the leader's body, his hand around the man's throat, claws ready to pierce the jugular veins! The young man's blue eyes burned, not with fear, but that same ferocious determination, as he also held Fang's throat, trying to hold him off. The four others were trying to pull him off their leader, but of course there was no leeway…the two were stuck in a deadlock.
Stunned about what he was about to do, Fang quickly retracted his claws, and weakly pulled his hand away from the other man's neck. Looking at his own shaking hands, a feeling of horror began to overcome him.
The blue-eyed leader immediately saw the change in his opponent features. Seconds ago, the boy had pounced on him with more viciousness and bestial cruelty than he'd ever seen! The boy's hands suddenly had and iron grip around his neck and he was on the ground. The only thing the guy could do, was try to hold his own, as well as the boy's gnashing fangs (yes, fangs!).
But only seconds later, the teen's eyes seemed to lose their murderous glare. His hand suddenly loosened, and his claws popped back in his hands like magic. He backed away, a look of utter terror now replacing the previously vicious one.
Keeping his distance, the leader slowly got up from the ground, looking at the boy strangely. Who—no what, is this boy?
One of the men helped him up from the ground, “You okay, Sky?”
The leader nodded his head, but continued to look at the forlorn boy, who was once the strongest and fiercest opponent he'd ever faced. The boy walked away, and his men made sure to give him a wide birth.
He walked to the boulder, collapsing next to it. Sitting there on the ground, the leader was surprised to see tears streaming down the boy's face! He listed as the teen began to talk quietly, almost to himself.
“What's…happening to me? I almost…killed, a perfect stranger. It's almost like I couldn't stop myself…like I couldn't keep him in!”
He watched as the boy continued to look at his trembling hands, more and more tears falling, as he seemed to be breaking piece by piece.
“What—am—I? I don't even know anymore! I can't go to Max like this! If I hurt her…any of them— Oh God, I can't take this anymore! I just can't!”
All of a sudden, the boy brought out his claws once again, causing everyone to back up.
However, the boy didn't even move to attack them. Instead, in tearful anguished cries, he began to tear at himself! Ripping at cloth and flesh, he tore and tore at himself vivaciously. A strange grey-colored liquid began to stream from him and pool around his body.
Quickly, the leader returned to his senses. “Joaquin! Tawny! Stop him now! Knock him out if you have to!”
The two men called out went over to the boy. The taller, Tawny, grabbed the boy in a bear hug from behind, careful to avoid the boy's flying claws. “Alright kid, just stop it. What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?”
The boy struggled with the strength of a tiger, but he spoke with a voice nearing hysterics. “Let me go! You don't know what I'm capable of! You're putting yourselves in danger just being with me!”
The shorter teen with sunny blond hair—Joaquin—pulled a vial and a hypodermic out of his pocket. “Ok kid, time to go to sleep. We all understand you had a hard day, sorry we ever bothered ya.”
The leader called out to Joaquin, “Make sure you don't give him too much.”
However, before the guy could even give him anything, the boy started to go berserk! He began trembling and screaming, trying to tear away from Tawny. The man in question, who could hold a wild bull steady for hours, was struggling to keep his grasp on this scrawny, scrap of a preteen!
The leader looked at the boy in amazement, his eyes like that of a deer's caught in headlights! He was looking in terror at the needle in Joaquin's hand…
The boy must be a…oh no!
“Joaquin! Put the needle away now! The boy is a trypanophobic!”
The young man looked at him strange, “A what?”
“Just put it away!”
As Joaquin hurreied to do as commanded, the boy suddenly broke out of Tawny's grip. Not with his arm, but his—wings? Yes, he hadn't been seeing things! There they were, two huge blackish-silver wings, that seemed to just burst out of his back and his tatters of clothing.
He began to soar into the air a few yards, not caring in what direction he was going—just as long as he got away from the man with the needle.
However, he had not traveled far, when he started to plummet back down the ground!
Quickly, the blue-eyed young man, rushed past his men, knowing they would never get to the right spot in time. If they just simply caught him as he hit, the boy would still be killed from the impact, and the catcher would probably break his leg.
With the grace of a trapezee artist, the leader jumped up, grabbing the boy in midair and rolling with him along the ground. The other four quickly went to their aid, pulling the two apart.
“Sky! You're bleeding!”
The leader looked over his body, seeing the strange gray blood from the boy smudged on his chest, but also red blood dripping from thin cuts on his arms and hands. “Yeah, somehow the kid's feathers cut me. I think they're made of metal.”
Joaquin looked at the bloodied boy, who was lying unconscious on the ground. “Man…what do you think he is…some sort of alien?”
“Well, as of now, he's our guest. Take him to the Conservatory, please.”
Tawny looked at him crazily, “Are you kiddin'? That freak just tried to kill you, and know you want to take him home with us.”
“We have to tend to his wounds. I will not have anyone die on me, while I could help them. I don't care who. Besides, it's obvious that this boy's on the run, so I think he'll fit right in, don't you?”
Joaquin shook his head and picked up the kid, swinging him over his shoulders, but careful to avoid the feathers. “Hey, you're the boss. But tell me, what was that you told me earlier? I thought you told me to use that stuff when they were getting too rowdy. You said it was better than hitting them over the head.”
“Usually, but not with trypanophobic—you'd never get close enough. Especially on who's just been broken emotionally. This guy is obviously a very severe one, and I bet they have something to do with those extra limbs on his back”
“What's tr-tripano—?”
“Trypanophobia, an acute and extreme fear of anything dealing with injections or hypodermic needles.”
"Hey, whatever you say. You're the one with the medical info."
As the small group began to walk home together, Tawny looked at his leader. “Tell me Sky, why are you so interested in this kid? I mean, we chase kids out of there all the time. Why this kid? I saw it in you eye, even before you knew he had wings or strange blood. You liked him—why?”
The leader, Sky, shrugged his shoulders. “I've challenged all those punks in the park, and they all turned coward. This one however, he stood up to me. He didn't back down. He commanded my respect, and he matched me fairly in a fight. This kid keeps all his emotions inside, keeping everyone at a distance. Whatever's happened to him, he's been keeping it inside and the dam just broke. All the strain is what knocked him out."
Sky looked at the boy's sleeping face; there was a look of guardedness about it, rather than one of peace.
"I don't know what's been done to him, but this boy intrigues me…”