Chapter 6

Sorry guys that it took so long to get out, annoying things get in the way (HW mostly, and grounding) But i would REALLY appreciate some reviews or something. I just want a simple critic or w/e. please?

Chapter 6

“Mom!” I shout, jumping to my feet to help her. Octavio had pinned her to the ground, using one hand to keep her arms in front of her, the other to cover her mouth to keep her from screaming.

“Stay back Sam! She’s not your mom!” Octavio says, his eyes turning an abnormally ruby red color.

“Of course she is!” I panic and grab Octavio by the waste and try to pull him off, but he’s much stronger than he looks.

“Stop the others will hear you,” Octavio hisses, turning his gaze back to mom. “Look, whatever flashback you had when you passed out is true; all of it. This woman isn’t your mom, you don’t have one. None of us here do except her. She’s just a follower!”

Something clicked right then. I let him go, knowing I wouldn’t be able to do a thing, but sit edgily in case he decides to hurt her. He’s getting to me, its mom right? Not her, not a stranger right? But I doubt myself. What if he’s right? I mean the visions, flashbacks, whatever seems so real, I could feel the pain, I could sense the tension and fear in the air when that man, Tosen, came. Am I really a, what was it, Blood Child?

I sit numbly as Octavio whispers harshly to the stranger, her gaze nothing like the ones she would have on. Nothing weary, no sign of kindness or gaiety. Just a fierce determination and revulsion that I’ve never seen someone, especially her, have plastered on their face. I guess I’ll have to accept what he said. If I’m going crazy, might as well be with other crazy people.

I stand up, not really listening to what Octavio and the follower are saying, pick up the cloth, and stick it on my face to cool the redness gathering there from my emotions. It’s refreshing and it clears my head. I turn to look at the other two in the living room, listening in much more astutely.

“Just look at her, how can you be so cruel to her, to us after the way she acts around you?” Octavio says. I definitely missed a lot from a few minutes ago. I have no idea what’s going on.

The woman gives a small snicker and sneer. “Because You. Are. Not. Real. You and your kind are just manufactured weapons that are easily replaceable. Powerful, yes, maybe, but you have no souls none the less. You and those other brats called Blood Children have no other purpose than to eliminate or be eliminated. Why should I, a living, breathing human being be sympathetic to a gun?”

My heartbeat raced at the little speech she gave, feeling a small stab of pain. If the visions are true, am I just some fancy new generation gun? God, all of this is coming in to fast. I think pitifully, feeling like I am close to a mental breakdown. Or at least what I think is close. I could be wrong.

Octavio’s quiet for a few seconds. “We still can feel you know.” He says quietly, and lets her go. She quickly rises to her feet, staring at both him and me with distaste.

“If it wasn’t for Tosen’s dream, I don’t think I’d let any of you live. Monsters shouldn’t be allowed to roam on their own so dangerously close to civilized people.” She sniffs, turning to leave.

“You know, that happened once, we were hunted a few years ago.” Poisyn leans against the wall in front of the follower. She stares at him in fright, taking a few steps back.

“I didn’t mean you, I just meant, Jared, you believe me don’t you?” She asks, Octavio and I turning to the right as Jared’s head poked in. Octavio carefully curls a hand around my arm and pulls me up.

“For such a civilized person, you have a lot of vicious tendencies don’t you?” Poisyn says calmly. His gaze held no sympathy in them.

“Look, I have nothing against you, just the defects like those two.” She points behind to Octavio and me.

“We’re going out the window.” Octavio whispers in my ear when the attention went back to the bickering duo. He picks up the vase to our left; but Jared immediately spots the movement.

Jared rushes at us, and Octavio hurls the vase not at the window, But at Jared. He easily dodges it and turns back to where we were standing, and looks at it with surprise. Octavio used the time between Jared’s fixed gaze on the vase to brush past him at a maddening rate, carrying me on his back most likely from the fact I can’t go as fast as he can.

Poisyn won’t let us get out that easily though. He pushes the follower in our path and Octavio has to turn to avoid running into her. Realizing his own trick was used against him, he let me drop as Poisyn knocks Octavio dizzyingly away.

The woman rushes out, fiddling with her watch on the left hand. What’s she doing? I begin to follow her, but Jared catches me in a choke hold, emphasis on choke.

He pushes me outside and for the car, and I struggle every bit of the way. My feet skid along the sidewalk leading from house to driveway, twisting this way and that for a bit more breathing space.

“Stop moving or you’ll only get a worse punishment.” Jared warns, his coat started to move in different directions, everything finally just snaps.

“Whoopdee fucking do for me! Let go you piece of,” I didn’t get to finish my curse because we both fell to the ground, and I took it to my advantage and wiggle until I can see the sky again. Octavio is standing above us, and he kicks lightly at Jared’s arms that immediately let me go. Octavio picks me up like a sack of potatoes (or whatever it is that you throw over your shoulder) and takes off for the woods, going at a blinding rate.

My head spins and I feel a little sick as the forest passed by like a green and brown blur. I cling tightly to his abdomen and close my eyes, trying to keep a hold of my lunch.

Octavio slows to a light jog, and I open my eyes thankfully to see we are in unfamiliar territory. “Where are we?” I manage to mumble out; happy I didn’t blow chunks along his backside. He ignores me.

“Where are they?” He turns left then right, keeping a light hold on my legs to keep me from falling.

“Can I get down now?” I ask, my headache starting to abate and my stomach goes back to normal. He shakes his head when something blue smacked into us, and I, once again, fall on my face.

Okay, I’m getting really tired of falling down. My face can’t take much for of this. I blink and turn to see Octavio being held down by some blue guy. I stare at him and his crystalline hair held up by a thin red bandana and the fish like fins along his arms, back, and where his ears were supposed to be.

Alright, so maybe I should start believing what they say. I turn my attention back to the two arguing with each other, a slight nostalgic feeling welling up inside.

“Oi, knock it off!” I yell at them. Then it dawns on me. Oh crap he could be on Poisyn’s side. I look at him warily, but he looks back with a friendly face. His lips break out into a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat proud, and picks himself up a little shakily.

“We’ve missed you!” is the first thing that blurts out of his mouth. But then his mouth made a small frown. “You do remember me, right?”

I start to shake my head, but then I remember that long flashback. He was the mer-person guy who saved me from the monster thing. Oh yeah, I’m so good with scientific names aren’t I? “Jet?” I say a little quietly. His frown disappears instantly (I guess I guessed right then). “I didn’t recognize you without your tail.” Jet is about to respond when Octavio breaks up the little reunion.

“If you’ve forgotten, we’re being pursued by Poisyn and Jared. No telling who else they’ll bring.” Octavio brushes off the dirt on his shirt. He does a small 360 scan of the area before turning his attention back to me and Jet.

“Why should we trust you? You’re the one who had me captured a few years ago.” Jet turned his attention back towards Octavio, the bitterness of betrayal thick in is voice. Octavio didn’t deny the fact.

“Sorry, I wasn’t really myself then.” Octavio says lamely, looking genuinely morose.

“Um, if it matters for anything, he did save me back there,” I say quietly. Jet still looks as if he’s about to punch Octavio, but drops it.

“What happened ‘back there’?” Jet asks me, not taking his eyes off of Octavio as if he would turn into some huge beast and eat us. With the fangs in his mouth (which is, by the way, totally cool), the thought of him turning into a beastie is plausible.

“Tosen decided he wants to use Sam for some new experiment. Poisyn and Jared are out there now looking for us. I suggest we go.” Octavio turns toward me. “Put on your necklace, you can control your form that way.”

“Um, sure.” I say, taking a few seconds to pull out the little scythe necklace and click it into place around my neck. “Can we please go somewhere safe where I can ask questions? It’s annoying walking around in the dark.”

“Not until Mordred gets back,” Jet says, looking around expectantly for him to show up.

“Why are they looking for you? Turning traitor again?” The familiar voice of Mordred asks as he drops in from above. I stare at him in wonder as I find out where the black feather from before is from. Huge black, slightly ruffled wings closed together behind his back, a few feathers sticking out this way and that. No wonder he was so bulky in school.

Must, refrain from touching. I look at the silky looking feathers, longing to pet them, but I’m not sure if he would appreciate that, and try to keep my composure. He looks at me with mild surprise, but soon turns his attention back at Octavio.

“Look guys, I don’t want to stop the happy train here but, there are two strange people chasing after us.” I raise my hand above my head “I vote running away.”

“Best plan I’ve heard all day,” Octavio says, rolling his eyes, but still staying on guard with Mordred and Jet on his case. The other two cave.

“We’ve found a good hiding place a little ways from here.” Mordred says, heading in my direction, but I place up a finger with my hands on my hips. Stupid girly traits and your stereotypical hand-hipness.

“Pick me up and you’ll know the meaning of very annoying.” Come one let’s face it; I have the threat value of a fluffy bunny when it comes to physical threats. But I might be able to babble them to death.

“Alright, then fly with me.” Mordred says.

“Uh,” Was my oh so clever remark. I don’t remember ever being able to do that. Oh wait, in the vision I did fly. Jeez this is really confusing.

“That’s what I thought.” Mordred says without skipping a beat. All of the sudden, I’m in the air again, only much, much higher.