Wings or fangs, Saint or denial., chapter 5
"Dad, please tell me why I'm doing this stuff!" I begged into the phone. The glass and plastic box's air was freezing, going right through my t-shirt. Rain pelted down on the sides, which didn't help. I could barely hear my dad.
"Honey, just come to the testing place, and we can make you normal again. We'll tell you why there."
"I don't want to be tested! I want to know now!"
"Just come to the testing place, it'll only be a year and..."
"I'm not being tested on for a year! No way! Just tell me!"
I begged until he hung up, telling me he knew where I was and that he would find me. He told me he was sending cars out to where I was. I started sprinting the minute I heard that, climbing over fences, making my path as complex as possible so that he wouldn't find me. He thought I didn't know what they did there? I knew. High Walls. Fences. Maximum security. Cruel tests. Cages. No concerts, no friends, just tests and threats and...I started shivering.
I always thought my dad cared and loved me. But he was just another creepy government bastard that wants to know anything, with no mercy for anyone or anything that stands in their way. They should be at least a little considerate. Let me choose when and where and how the tests are run. And they do this with Children! It makes me sick.
I ran faster, until my legs were throbbing in pain. I couldn't move any further, but I definitely couldn't stop either. I had done so much running in the past few days. I should have just stayed with them. I can't believe I met them! And they tried to help me...and I just dissed them! But I didn't want to hurt them or get found hiding there. I ran and grabbed onto a street lamp. I leaned my weight on it and looked around me. It was dark by now, but the mellow light from the lamp gave me enough illumination that I could see the paper in front of me- a blurry school picture of me and a WANTED sign on the top. And the reward was... one hundred thousand?
Then I was just a test.
They must have put something in me when I was born, or something. But if I was worth that much...
I was just...a test.
"Hey, You! Kid, get off my lawn!" someone shouted at me through their window. I started running again before they could see my face. I decided it would be only safe if I kept my hair in my eyes. I headed towards the bridge. I just didn't give a fuck anymore. They wanted me? I wouldn't let them have me. Everyone wants a cash reward. I don't want to go, and I'm not going to. But I'll get found sooner or later. The only way. What's the point? This is my last resort.
Someone saw me from across the street and started towards me. I began to walk faster and faster, and they began to speed up as well. I dived into a sea of people and turned the corner, lost in the crowd. Let's see if they can find me now...
With the band
"Damnit, I lost her again! I think she went around that corner..." Tre said, walking around the corner. The people had scattered. Mike and Billie Joe followed, looking around, trying to see if Rachel was near.
With Rachel.
Take her Rachel, you know you want to. Just one more person.[i]
"No, I won't do it!"
I screamed so loud that everyone turned and looked at me. Including that one that was following me...
With the band
"No! I won't do it!"
Tre turned his head, looking to the direction. There she was! He started towards her...
Rachel's P.O.V
He saw me. He saw me! I grabbed the chick unwillingly, dragged her into the back ally, and ducked inside of an empty dumpster. I slowly, trying to resist, pulled away her scarf. That voice urged me on, pleased with my actions. I started crying. She did too. This was history repeating itself, I knew it wouldn't stop any time soon.
"I'm...sorry!"
Band.
"She went into this ally!" Mike said, pointing. He ran inside, but saw no one. He heard some mumbling noises coming from the dumpster. "But a cat or something's stuck in the dumpster. Here, I'll get it out..."
He opened the lid...
Rachel.
I looked up as the lid creaked open, my teeth about to sink into her neck. She jumped up and hugged Mike, not realizing who he was and screamed about getting me away from her. I jumped up too, starting to run away. Someone grabbed me. I looked up, realizing it was Billie Joe. I struggled as hard as I could to get away. Mike calmed down the girl, told her this was a reality T.V show, and gave her a hundred dollars.
The girl started laughing and ran away happily. Mike turned to me. I wriggled, and Billie's grip on me tightened. I tried to duck under his arms, but he just held on tighter.
"We want to help you! Why are you doing this? Why won't you let us help you?" Billie Joe begged.
"I don't want to hurt anyone else, I told you that! And they wanna test me and put me in a cell and they're gonna threaten me and my dad was one of them and he never told me and I dint know what to do!" I sobbed, my body trembling fiercely with anger and rage and sadness. Billie Joe turned me around and hugged me. "I don't want to cause anyone else harm, and I don't know what to do!"
"Come with us, we'll help you..." Tre said softly. He bent down to my height and tried to get me to agree.
"I can't. They'll find my hiding with you, and they'll take me away and arrest you! I don't want that to happen to you guys. My only way out...I just need a bridge or a roof or..."
"You're not doing that!" Mike cried fiercly. I winced and grabbed Billie Joe tighter.
"I don't want to hurt..."
"And you wont. We'll find a way!"
"Alright...fine."
Slowly, they released their hold on my, and before they could grab my hand...
I broke loose and ran away, skipping the bridge. I saw an apartment building that looked pretty grungy, but I went to it anyways. They chased me. I closed the door and noticed a chair randomly in the hallway, and used that old chair trick to lock the door. I ran up the stairs, hearing them banging on the door (Hah) and trying to get inside. My sneakers thudded on the ground and squeaked whenever I turned a corner. I heard the door burst open, and I quickened my pace. I found the door leading to the pent house and stepped onto the roof. The air hit me like a ton of bricks.
I stepped up to the ledge slowly. Thoughts were racing through my mind, should I back down and go to the testing clinic? Should I go back to the school and say it was all a mistake, making up some huge long random story? No. This was it. This was how it ended.
I sat down, deciding to shuffle my way off the ledge, than stood back up. I knew it. I was to damned fucking chicken. I sighed and thought about everything. They were just trying to help me...I didn't want to put them through this! But I didn't want to see what would happen to them if they got caught helping me...
I started to lean forward. Their footsteps started to come closer. I braced myself and took in a deep breath. The door opened...
"What are you doing!"
I don't want to do this...I have to.
"Get away from the edge, Rachel!"
My shoes tipped forward. My heart thumped louder...
"Please, don't do it!"
Nobody below noticed me yet. Nobody. A tear rolled down my face. I started to get scared. It was just then that I realized nobody wanted to help me. They just wanted money. Everybody. My father, my school, maybe even my one and only friend. They cared though. That band I loved for so long. I hadn't really thought about it in the past few days. I mean, they were [i]Green Day</> for Christ sake! I didn't need to put them through what they would...
This was so stupid. There had to be another way. I turned around and faced them. They were looking at me as if I was crazy. Well...I was leaning over the edge of a roof.
"Rachel, please come back. You don't need to do this, we won't let the government find you! We can change your identity, you can start new, we can help you!" Mike begged.
"But I'll starve...the only thing that helps me is that..."
"We'll help you," Tre insisted.
"There's no way though...I mean...I can't just take a pill and...have it gone... I'm a fucking vampire for the love of god!"
That word...[i] vampire... It fueled me. I jumped, and started screaming. I regretted it. I regretted it all. I felt a sharp tug on my shirt. It choked me around the neck, and I grabbed at it. I felt my hand being taken by someone else's, and it felt like they would tug my arm off. I looked up.
How did they learn to run that fast?
I tried to struggle loose, but the grip was too strong. I looked down, shrieked, and passed out while being pulled up, picked up, and carried down stairs, where that big black van, I knew, was waiting.
"Honey, just come to the testing place, and we can make you normal again. We'll tell you why there."
"I don't want to be tested! I want to know now!"
"Just come to the testing place, it'll only be a year and..."
"I'm not being tested on for a year! No way! Just tell me!"
I begged until he hung up, telling me he knew where I was and that he would find me. He told me he was sending cars out to where I was. I started sprinting the minute I heard that, climbing over fences, making my path as complex as possible so that he wouldn't find me. He thought I didn't know what they did there? I knew. High Walls. Fences. Maximum security. Cruel tests. Cages. No concerts, no friends, just tests and threats and...I started shivering.
I always thought my dad cared and loved me. But he was just another creepy government bastard that wants to know anything, with no mercy for anyone or anything that stands in their way. They should be at least a little considerate. Let me choose when and where and how the tests are run. And they do this with Children! It makes me sick.
I ran faster, until my legs were throbbing in pain. I couldn't move any further, but I definitely couldn't stop either. I had done so much running in the past few days. I should have just stayed with them. I can't believe I met them! And they tried to help me...and I just dissed them! But I didn't want to hurt them or get found hiding there. I ran and grabbed onto a street lamp. I leaned my weight on it and looked around me. It was dark by now, but the mellow light from the lamp gave me enough illumination that I could see the paper in front of me- a blurry school picture of me and a WANTED sign on the top. And the reward was... one hundred thousand?
Then I was just a test.
They must have put something in me when I was born, or something. But if I was worth that much...
I was just...a test.
"Hey, You! Kid, get off my lawn!" someone shouted at me through their window. I started running again before they could see my face. I decided it would be only safe if I kept my hair in my eyes. I headed towards the bridge. I just didn't give a fuck anymore. They wanted me? I wouldn't let them have me. Everyone wants a cash reward. I don't want to go, and I'm not going to. But I'll get found sooner or later. The only way. What's the point? This is my last resort.
Someone saw me from across the street and started towards me. I began to walk faster and faster, and they began to speed up as well. I dived into a sea of people and turned the corner, lost in the crowd. Let's see if they can find me now...
With the band
"Damnit, I lost her again! I think she went around that corner..." Tre said, walking around the corner. The people had scattered. Mike and Billie Joe followed, looking around, trying to see if Rachel was near.
With Rachel.
Take her Rachel, you know you want to. Just one more person.[i]
"No, I won't do it!"
I screamed so loud that everyone turned and looked at me. Including that one that was following me...
With the band
"No! I won't do it!"
Tre turned his head, looking to the direction. There she was! He started towards her...
Rachel's P.O.V
He saw me. He saw me! I grabbed the chick unwillingly, dragged her into the back ally, and ducked inside of an empty dumpster. I slowly, trying to resist, pulled away her scarf. That voice urged me on, pleased with my actions. I started crying. She did too. This was history repeating itself, I knew it wouldn't stop any time soon.
"I'm...sorry!"
Band.
"She went into this ally!" Mike said, pointing. He ran inside, but saw no one. He heard some mumbling noises coming from the dumpster. "But a cat or something's stuck in the dumpster. Here, I'll get it out..."
He opened the lid...
Rachel.
I looked up as the lid creaked open, my teeth about to sink into her neck. She jumped up and hugged Mike, not realizing who he was and screamed about getting me away from her. I jumped up too, starting to run away. Someone grabbed me. I looked up, realizing it was Billie Joe. I struggled as hard as I could to get away. Mike calmed down the girl, told her this was a reality T.V show, and gave her a hundred dollars.
The girl started laughing and ran away happily. Mike turned to me. I wriggled, and Billie's grip on me tightened. I tried to duck under his arms, but he just held on tighter.
"We want to help you! Why are you doing this? Why won't you let us help you?" Billie Joe begged.
"I don't want to hurt anyone else, I told you that! And they wanna test me and put me in a cell and they're gonna threaten me and my dad was one of them and he never told me and I dint know what to do!" I sobbed, my body trembling fiercely with anger and rage and sadness. Billie Joe turned me around and hugged me. "I don't want to cause anyone else harm, and I don't know what to do!"
"Come with us, we'll help you..." Tre said softly. He bent down to my height and tried to get me to agree.
"I can't. They'll find my hiding with you, and they'll take me away and arrest you! I don't want that to happen to you guys. My only way out...I just need a bridge or a roof or..."
"You're not doing that!" Mike cried fiercly. I winced and grabbed Billie Joe tighter.
"I don't want to hurt..."
"And you wont. We'll find a way!"
"Alright...fine."
Slowly, they released their hold on my, and before they could grab my hand...
I broke loose and ran away, skipping the bridge. I saw an apartment building that looked pretty grungy, but I went to it anyways. They chased me. I closed the door and noticed a chair randomly in the hallway, and used that old chair trick to lock the door. I ran up the stairs, hearing them banging on the door (Hah) and trying to get inside. My sneakers thudded on the ground and squeaked whenever I turned a corner. I heard the door burst open, and I quickened my pace. I found the door leading to the pent house and stepped onto the roof. The air hit me like a ton of bricks.
I stepped up to the ledge slowly. Thoughts were racing through my mind, should I back down and go to the testing clinic? Should I go back to the school and say it was all a mistake, making up some huge long random story? No. This was it. This was how it ended.
I sat down, deciding to shuffle my way off the ledge, than stood back up. I knew it. I was to damned fucking chicken. I sighed and thought about everything. They were just trying to help me...I didn't want to put them through this! But I didn't want to see what would happen to them if they got caught helping me...
I started to lean forward. Their footsteps started to come closer. I braced myself and took in a deep breath. The door opened...
"What are you doing!"
I don't want to do this...I have to.
"Get away from the edge, Rachel!"
My shoes tipped forward. My heart thumped louder...
"Please, don't do it!"
Nobody below noticed me yet. Nobody. A tear rolled down my face. I started to get scared. It was just then that I realized nobody wanted to help me. They just wanted money. Everybody. My father, my school, maybe even my one and only friend. They cared though. That band I loved for so long. I hadn't really thought about it in the past few days. I mean, they were [i]Green Day</> for Christ sake! I didn't need to put them through what they would...
This was so stupid. There had to be another way. I turned around and faced them. They were looking at me as if I was crazy. Well...I was leaning over the edge of a roof.
"Rachel, please come back. You don't need to do this, we won't let the government find you! We can change your identity, you can start new, we can help you!" Mike begged.
"But I'll starve...the only thing that helps me is that..."
"We'll help you," Tre insisted.
"There's no way though...I mean...I can't just take a pill and...have it gone... I'm a fucking vampire for the love of god!"
That word...[i] vampire... It fueled me. I jumped, and started screaming. I regretted it. I regretted it all. I felt a sharp tug on my shirt. It choked me around the neck, and I grabbed at it. I felt my hand being taken by someone else's, and it felt like they would tug my arm off. I looked up.
How did they learn to run that fast?
I tried to struggle loose, but the grip was too strong. I looked down, shrieked, and passed out while being pulled up, picked up, and carried down stairs, where that big black van, I knew, was waiting.
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