Wings

[LightofHeaven]

"Why would I lie to you?" Hugh asked, chuckling at Sleur's enthusiasm. The man was like a child in a toy store, except to Sleur this was a human toy store. "Whom and how many will be up to Mr. Zeve Beraht. I am leaving you under his command."

 

[Donkey_Kong_JR]

Stinger walked over to the grounded bearer. Sauntered rather, with a certain amount of cockiness in his step that was over exaggerated. Stinger knelt down once he was next to the bearer. “I wouldn’t try another stunt like that again.” He whispered to the bearer. Stinger stood back to his full height, “I don’t have to keep you alive you know. I could kill you now if I really wanted to. But, fortunately for you, this is going to be easier with you alive. So, I’ll make you a deal. You be a good boy and don’t try and escape, and I will let you live. That seems fair, doesn't it?” By now Stinger’s men had moved over near the bearer, each with their guns in hand.
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Jakob dove along the highway for several miles before turning down a side road. After going about a mile down that road he came to a gate with two guards. One of the guards approached the car. “Can I help you?” The guard asked. Jakob didn’t recognize the guard, and figured he must be new. “My name is Jakob Hunt, code named D, I need to see the doctor.” The guard looked at him. Jakob couldn’t figure out if the guard was inspecting him, or trying to remember what to say next. “I’m going to need your I.D.” The guard said at last. Jakob pulled his jewel out from under his shirt. The guard looked at it the stepped back and nodded to the other guard who opened the gate. Jakob dove through and down a road the went behind a small hill. On the other side of the hill was several warehouse looking buildings. Officially those buildings held supplies and equipment necessary for the solar technology testing that was supposed to go on here. But Jakob knew that those buildings were really labs and cells for the bearers. “Better see where you’re going to be living for the rest of you life from the outside while you still can bearer.” Jakob said to the griffon bearer in the back seat, “Soon you’ll forget what the sun looks like.” Jakob drove up to a building that was set away from the warehouses. It was the office of Dr. Yosif Cochran, current head of project Renew.

 

[rockerchic]

no Leo wasn't planning on trying that again. he would have to wait for a better oppertunity than that to try to escape. The men pulled Leo to his feet; he went with them with no problem, but first looked Stinger in the eye and said some questonable words i probably shouldn't repeat.

 

[rockerchic]

Elana's eyes filled with compassion, the poor child was terrified of her brother, "Sly, please calm down. He's not an agent anymore. Look, look at his wrist the jewels are gone. See?" Elana motioned to Jazen to come closer and hold out his arm.

Jazen complied and pushed back his dark blue sleeve of the button down shirt he wore. The skin on his arm was darkly tanned except for a section of his wrist, which was pale with ugly scars from where the Jeweled Gauntlet had been mounted into his flesh and ripped from it sometime later, "I gave it up, Sly. When I saw that my sister, Elana, was a bearer, I realized just how evil this was. I'm sorry that you saw me when I was still a part of them, I regret what I did under their service, every day."

Sly cringed as Jazen came near. He needed to know the truth. he had to be sure that Jazen could be trusted, so while Jazen was still close, Sly reached up and forced his hand onto Jazen's head. Every bearer had his talent and this was Sly's. Sly could directly connect to Jazen's head and determine his motives. The two remained still and silent as Sly probed Jazen's mind. In only a few seconds, Sly released Jazen's mind and they both snapped out of it. "You are telling the truth, and i believe you." Sly said calmly. "Now please get off of me." He said firmly to Elana; they two of them still had a little tension between them.

 

[Sayci]

Elana got off quickly, slightly alarmed at his sudden coldness, "Sorry..." She mumbled, shrinking back a little.

Jazen watched him appraisingly, "Come on you two." The three of them made their way back into the garage and after shutting the big metal door, they entered the warehouse. The space was mostly vacant, but one section of it hidden among the boxes had been made into a little house area. Old worn blankets on cardboard made beds, and empty crates were used as chairs and tables. Food was stacked up against the wall, mostly covered by blankets.

 

[rockerchic]

Sly followed Elana into the warehouse. "you live here?" He asked questioning their living conditions.

 

[TheCheat1]

"Why would I lie to you?" Hugh asked, chuckling at Sleur's enthusiasm. The man was like a child in a toy store, except to Sleur this was a human toy store. "Whom and how many will be up to Mr. Zeve Beraht. I am leaving you under his command."

Command. Sleur didn't like the sound of that. "If this is a game, you will regret it," he said plainly. He was calm now, recollected, and eager to leave. "I guess that means that we're done here." Sleur stood and his chair slid back to its original spot. "I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Hugh," he said. And then, he extended his hand. Do you shake, Mr. Hugh? He smiled. Ever so slightly. Oh, Mr. Hugh, what a large jugular... Sleur's stomach twisted in anticipation.

 

[LightofHeaven]

((With permission from Cheat...))

Hugh calmly across his desk and grasphed Sleur's hand. "Meet at the airport. Eleven o' clock sharp. You may go."

The pens suddenly clicked open and shot towards Hugh's throat. But Hugh had expected this and he c oncentrated. As quickly as they had c ome at him, the pens changed course and shot toward Sleur's abdomen. "I would refrain from such actions if I were you." Hugh said; slightly tense but managing to stay calm. "Otherwise, I may need to hire someone more well-behaved."

 

[TheCheat1]

The pens stopped in front of Sleur's stomach and clattered to the floor. Sleur let go off Hugh's hand and smirked. In reality he was confused. His mind was swirling. Mr. Hugh had no powers, how could he-- unless there was something about Mr. Hugh that Sleur still had to find out. It would seem that Mr. Hugh had more secrets than Sleur had at first realized. And that, that made it even harder for Sleur to contain his urges. Sleur nodded in response and the doornob turned behind him. The door opened and he turned and walked out. Oh, Mr. Hugh... what have you got in the mind of yours? Sleur wanted to find out his secrets. He wanted to pull them from Mr. Hugh's throat as he watched him cough and sputter in miserable agony. But that would have to wait for another day. The door closed behind him and he walked down the hallway to go outside. Sleur looked up at the bright sky above with a grin on his face: tomorrow, he got to play with Mr. Zeve Beraht.

 

[LightofHeaven]

Hugh waited a few moments after the door had closed, and then sighed. Blasted specimen. he thought. Why had he kept the thing alive? Why hadn't he hired someone else? Someon why was hee better to work with Zeve? Someone like... He shook his head. After all, he had promised Sleur something, and something about Sleur told Hugh he had chosen the right man for this mission. And why was he, Dr. Hugh Ord, thinking such thoughts?

Hugh stood and paced around the room; picking up the fallen penms as he came across them.The mission would succeed. Hugh trusted Zeve with that. But if Zeve got too far out of line, Sleur would be there to execute him. And if Sleur got out out of hand, Hugh's loyal employee would be there to replace him. But if all wentwell, none of that would be necessary. If it backfired, Hugh had other plans.

Hugh stopped pacing in front of a bookcase. He reached up and took from the fifth shelf a thick leather-bound book. On its cover, etched in faded gold, was a pair of wings encircled by a ring of gold. He held it gingerly in both hands and slowly paced back around his desk. He set the book gently down on the desk and sat. Hugh brushed a hand across the cover of the old book; admiring the smnooth feel of the leather. His eyes staring at the symbol.

He got out a pair of reading glasses and put them on. He opened the book carefully, flipping through its brittle pages with care. His eyes skimmed the pages, pausing here and there to look at the sketches of various winged beings, until he came at last to page he sought. On the page was a sketch of a winged man holding a sword, the winged symbol hanging from a chain around his neck.

Hugh's eyes lingered a moment on this sketch. He flipped a page and skimmed its contents; coming to rest on a section near the bottom of the page.

"He who bears the sign of the Wings
has been chosen.
In him lies the secret.
He who holds the secret
will guard it forever."

Not forever. Hugh thought, removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair, fingertips touching. I will find it eventually.
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[Donkey_Kong_JR]

Stinger couldn’t help but laugh at the bearer as his men picked him up. “This way.” Stinger led them into the warehouse. Huge crates created a simple maze throughout the building. There were several windows that allowed some moonlight to shine through. It was enough to see, but just barely. Stinger kept his eye on the bearer as the group walked through the maze of boxes. Eventually they came to a large opening in the boxes. “We’ll wait here.” Stinger told his men. “Take a seat.” Stinger told the bearer as he pushed him to the ground.
“What is they don’t show boss?” One of his men asked.
Stinger shrugged, “I’m a man of my word. They don’t show, this guy dies. Simple as that.”
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Jakob got out of the car, taking a glance to the back seat to make sure the bearer was still out. He was. Jakob closed the door behind him and locked the car. As he did a man, wearing a white lab coat with a blue shirt and black pants underneath, came out of the building in front of him. He was significantly taller then Jakob, with a very thin body and face. Brown hair and eyes, and a little brown mustache donned his face. “Ah, welcome back Jakob, it’s been a while.” Dr. Cochran said. His voice was deep, but somehow thin, and had an accent that Jakob had never been able to place, somewhere in Europe most likely.
“The wait’s been worth it Doctor.” Jakob assured him as he approached the car.
“What do you have for me?”
“A bearer, what else?”
Yosif rolled his eyes, “Obviously, but why has the wait been worth it?”
Jakob smiled. The kind of smile that would make a baby start to cry. “This isn’t just any bearer. It’s a formling.”
“A formling.” Dr. Cochran said with awe. “Haven’t seen one of those since,” He stopped, “What kind of formling?”
“Griffon.”
Yosif looked into the back window of the car. A gem on glove he wore began to glow. Bright yellow. “This is a strong one.” he commented after examining his gem. “How long has he been out for?”
“A while. He’ll probably be coming to soon.”
Dr. Cochran pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket, “I need a transport crew by my office asap.” He said into the speaker before turning his attention back to Jakob, “You’ve done good, like always Jakob. Come into my office and I’ll get you your pay.” They two started walking back towards the building Yosif came out of. As they did a group of twelve men, ten of them armed with guns, approached the car. Jakob unlocked the door when he saw them approaching.

 

[Sayci]

Sly followed Elana into the warehouse. "you live here?" He asked questioning their living conditions.

Elana nodded as she surveyed the room fondly, "We have for several years now. It works all right."

Jazen pulled out beat up chairs for them to sit on and took a seat himself in front of them, "Now, tell me what's going on. Who are you?"

 

[rockerchic]

Leo didn't want to die, but he didn't want others to put themselves in danger for his sake. But right now there wasn'ttoo much he could do. Before he sat on the ground he wispered "wings dissolve", and they did just that. Leo couldn't do anything, but he could try to find out as much as he could. "So whats the big deal with this girl? Why is she so important. You obviously didn't attack us for me or the other bearers. You came for her. Why?"

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Sly looked back at Jazen. "Well, we never met, but we've seen eachother before. " Sly began to walk around the room scoping it out as he spoke. "You used to work for my father, remeber Dr. Fields. I'm his son, Sylvester. I ran away, just like you, once i got my wings." Sly didn't want to go into alot of detail about that, so he left it at that. "I was living with another bearer named Leo who took me in. A few hours ago, we met another bearer and took him into our home. Then we met Elana who was outside our window. Not long after she came in, men came into the house and started attacking. " He looked back at Jazen. "I couldn't tell who they were working for." Then he continued. The men took Leo and the other bearer as well. Now they're holding them hostage until Elana comes." Sly spoke very calmly for a child. He had a very serious tone as he spoke. "We came here to see if you could help us rescue them. Will you help us?" He stared at Jazen waiting for his answer.

 

[K9Guardian]

Dari didn’t speak to Zeve the next morning. She fixed breakfast in silence, slid into the passenger seat of the Chevy without a word, and said nothing as he drove her to work. When they stopped outside her workplace, a small flower shop in a well-kept neighborhood, she gave him a brief glance and took up her purse, slamming the truck door pointedly. Even that seemed muffled.

Zeve bore her unspoken wrath without comment. This was a cycle that repeated itself over and over. He’d come home from one mission or another, she’d pry some bit of information out of him and get upset, he’d be indifferent, she’d storm out and give him silence. It was llife. He watched her enter the shop, then pulled out and moved back into traffic. His watch read 9:46. He had about two hours.

 

[Sayci]

Jazen's eyes darkened in worry as pictures of the agents coming after Elana, he had seen the blood on her clothes and was sure she had used her abilities to heal, it always gave her nightmares for the next few weeks, "Where did they say to go?"

Elana's watched Jazen as the images of the fight came back to her, she could hear the thoughts of those soldiers, their fears, hopes, and hatred. She could feel it all and it was starting to flood her mind. Elana sat down onto a box and put her hands over her ears. trying to block it out.

 

[rockerchic]

Sly ignored Elana. He wasn't really the compassionate tpye; nor did he tolerate others very well. He would rather focus on the task at hand. He turned to Jazen, "Its a ware house across town." He gave him the adress. "It wont be easy to rescue them. We'll have to have a plan before hand."

 

[TheCheat1]

Sleur bent down the collar of his buttoned-shirt and slicked his hair back after he put some gel in his hand. "Nice," he told himself, and he left the mirror and walked out of the bathroom. Checked the oven-- off. Microwaved his coffee, grabbed the mug, out the door, locked the nob. Sleur tossed the key into his pocket and slung his backpack over his shoulder. Time to go! He walked down the porch of the second floor of his apartment complex, patted the head of the owner's cat on his way down to the lobby, and resisted the urge to follow the janitor into the basement. He had a job to do today, and it would be much fun. No time for games!

He went outside, hailed a taxi, got in, paid the driver and told him their destination, and off they went.

 

[Sayci]

Sly ignored Elana. He wasn't really the compassionate tpye; nor did he tolerate others very well. He would rather focus on the task at hand. He turned to Jazen, "Its a ware house across town." He gave him the adress. "It wont be easy to rescue them. We'll have to have a plan before hand."

Jazen nodded, glancing at Elana worriedly, "I see. What did they say? Why do they want Elana?"

 

[rockerchic]

Sly sighed, frustrated. "What makes you think i would know. I have no idea what going on. "

 

[TheCheat1]

Sleur strolled into the airport and grinned at the timing of his flight: an hour and a half. Oh, what he could do with that small amount of time. After he had gone to the front desk and received his ticket, put his luggage on the rolling conveyor belt and gone through metal detectors without a hitch (he had worried that the jewels might set something off, but luckily not), he sat down to read a magazine. Golf Digest, the cover read. Boring! He tossed it onto the floor and picked up the next. Highlights. What was this? He opened it. Puzzles, he thought, that might keep him busy for a bit. He tried to resist the urge to pull aside a short, stocky man that crept by-- not here, he told his hands. After he had gone through the entire set of puzzles and even done the crosswords, he glanced up at a clock and grimaced. One hour. How was he supposed to hold for that long? Mr. Zeve would be here soon, hold on until then. The fun happens then, he hissed in his mind.

Then, it happened: someone stepped on Golf Digest. The clumsy idiot slid across the floor and CRACK! hit his head as he fell. The man yelped and sat up, then glared at Sleur. Sleur's eyes flicked up to meet his, then back down to the next issue of Highlights. Two attendants came over and helped the man to his feet, asked him a dozen times if he alright-- and he said he was, though he rubbed his head like a stubborn child-- and finally left. Then the man sat down next to Sleur and said between clenched teeth, "I'm going to hurt you, a--" but Sleur held up his hand very close to the man's face and said, "I'm reading." The man's eyes blazed and he hissed, "You-- me-- NOW!" Sleur sighed, sat down Highlights. "Where?" asked Sleur, clearly elated. "Restroom," the man muttered. And he got up and went in.

Sleur hesitated. Truly, he did. But then he neatly straightened the stack of magazines (left the one on the floor, which the attendants had missed) and followed the man inside. Instantly the idiot was upon him, and he landed a well-aimed fist into Sleur's side. That was the end of that! Sleur flicked his wrist and the man flew up against a urinal. A clear snap bounced off the walls as a bone broke. The man opened his mouth to scream, but Sleur snapped and it shut tight. The man's eyes filled with terror, there was nothing he could do. "Do you want to play with me?" Sleur said, almost as if he loved the man dearly. The man slid upward against the wall until his head touched the ceiling. The long squeal the bathroom wall made against his clothes sent a flicker of fear into Sleur's heart-- no, not fear, he decided: adrenaline. "I like to play," Sleur said, and the bathroom door locked.