Sticks and Stones && broken bones

[jack]

The rubble of a destroyed room lay at the spot Fang would land. He was flying, his huge black wingspan curved the air under him. As he drew nearer to the spot where his feet would once again touch the floor he brought in his wings a bit. He dropped and started to run in the air. As his toes hit the floor he retracted his wings fully and slowed jogged to a halt. The common smell of anitseptic filled his nose and the midday air filled his lungs. Metal bars and glass bottles, broken and whole, were scattered around the open roofed room. To the left of him, Fang could see a door which he walked through. He stepped into a dark and murky corridor that lead in two directions. He chose left and looked in each room as he passed its door. In one room (which he entered) he saw remnants of bones and electrical equipment. There was a small stool in one corner with a thick layer of dust on it. Obviously the local teenagers hadn't had a party in this room as it still looked untouched. Fang sat on the stool and crossed his arms. He held his head very still and moved his eyes around taking in every detail of the room. His other 'special power' started whirring and his slowly disappeared from view. He hadn't turned invisible, his power let him blend almost perfectly with his background if he was still. He was still.

[ally]

Twisting her mouth in digust, Ally darted across an abandoned street, tawny, long feline tail swaying out behind her, giving her a lithle grace any dancer would trade their right arm for. She could still taste the emotions which lurked near the run down building. Old enough to be stale and foul, but new enough to still be tasted. Drunk party brats, ugh. Still, even these emotions, as faint and foul as they may be, were to be relished. Anything was better then being alone in that cage, trapped in the dark and unable to see. Even the best hunter needs light. And she was a hunter, lean and deadly, her tawny-red ears hidden under her winter hat, fang-like canines firmly hidden in her mouth. Not human, no. A human-feline hybrid, cougar to be exact, named A28-00L.

Of course, know one called them selves A28-00L, so the scientists gave her the name Ally Reed. She had a mission as well, to find the flock. Not that she had much choice with that cursed steel collar hidden behind the collar of her dark brown polo. Walking quietly on her converse, the red headed girl slipped quietly through the door of the building. Her senses were alive, and she automatically backed up, the smell of chemicals and some other alien substance reaching her sensative nose. Another sound came to her ears, close by. A faint thud thud. Curious, she slipped her tail into her jeans, out of sight, resuming her normal look. At once, she lost the balance she had before, and somehow seemed clumsy. Trying to be as stealthy as possible, she followed the thudding. So faint..but she stopped before a open doorway, the sound still faint, but definitely coming from this room.

A moment later, she reconized the sound. It was a heart beat, living and healthy. The only other time she had heard the sound was with the scientists and with creatures dieing, breathing last breaths. She shuddered at the memory, and glanced at her watch. ½ past. She could taste emotions as well. Yes, someone was in this room, but her deep blue eyes couldn't pick anything out. Cautiously, she stepped forwards. A moment later, a tremendous crash echoed throught he building as she tripped over a pile of dusty computer junk. Coughing through the dust, she looked around, flat on her back on the ground. Cats fall on there feet, right? Apartently, not when there tail is tucked into there jeans.

[jack]

The room was silent still. No buzzing of computers, whining of machines or muttering of whitecoats. A chill ran through him as though someone was watching him, that was impossible - no one could see him. Fang saw someone enter the room. His eyes opened wide, she had red hair. Although he didn't admit it, Fang had a liking for red-heads. He looked her up and down. He wanted to smile, but didn't want to give away his presence. He closed his eyes for a minute and when he opened them the girl had tripped and was on her back. Dust and wires were flying everywhere. He couldn't help it; he laughed. Laughed so violently he bent over and became visible once more.

"Sorry," he said chuckling still, "Are you, ha, are you OK?" He smiled and stood up, flinging his hands behind his back to make sure his wings were 'in'. Luckily they were. He walked over to the girl, she had an awkward presence around her. He smiled and offered his hand to help her get back up. "I'm Fang," the hand he offered her was also a kind of 'hello' hand, "I didn't mean to laugh." He smiled showing his teeth.

[ally]

Her bright blue eyes widened fractionally when she heard the loud laughter, ad saw the boy, who looked a bit older then her, materialize on the stool. Upsidedown, of course, seeing as she was still on her back. Not startled though, she had already sensed a presence in the room, just didn't know where it had come from. She sneezed once more, dust tickling her sensetive nose as her ind worked quickly. Normal people didn't just appear on a stool, but it didn't mean he was the one she was looking for. Wait a while, then see if she could reconize him from the blurry memory which she had stored by in her mind. A fuzzty picture, one Chimera had scavenged from Itex.

At his laugh, she couldn't help but giggle a bit herself. It was such a unnatural sensation, she stopped a second. It had sounded more of a purr then a laugh, but it was still the first laugh in her life. She missed nothing, even when his hands flew to his back for a second, as if checking for something. Act natural. The collar instructed firmly. What if- But a slight shock traveled up her nerves, and a slight grin split her face and her thoughts of resisting were banished. She puffed her cheeks out with exagerated pain. "Ah! I think my back is broken." She said with the upmost seriousness.

Regarding his hand warily, she reached up a tan one of her own, and used it to pull herself non to gracefully to her feet. Even though she was smiling good naturedly, as her orders told her too, she did not show her sharp, large canines. "Ally, thank you." She said. "No problem." She added when he apologized, rubbing her back a tad ruefully. It was a slight come down to alnd on her back, usually cats were graceful. But yet again, she hadn't a tail. The name rung a bell in her, and she regard him oddly for a second.

[jack]

Fang smiled, "Well, hi Ally," he said. She seemed in real pain. After he helped her up he looked at her neck and down the rest of her body, seems normal, he thought. She didn't look as though she was here for a party or anything like that but people dressed differently everywhere so maybe her attire was for a get together of some sort, he doubted this though.

"Does your back still hurt?" he asked, kindly. He walked around her to look at her back, no lumps like wings. So she wasn't bird kid. Or a flying eraser, that was good. The darkness was fading slightly as it was nearing morning and Fang could see the layout of the room better. There was even a large cylinder holding some sort of alien, an embryo? What happened in this lab?

[ooc:sorry its so short]

[ally]

Ally could help but snicker when he asked about her back, putting a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. If she could stay serious, she might have been a good actor. Or if the scientists had programmed her mind to seem like a normal human. Her back was perfectly okay, it would take more then a trip to harm the extraordinarily flexible bones of her spine. Another snickering-purr escaped her mouth, and she coughed slightly. "The pain is unbearable." She said woefully, before half smiling to show she was joking. Subconsciously, she lifted a hand to her mouth, then drew it back across her hat, as if straightening her hair. It was more of a cat thing, but could be mistaken for either. Except she was wearing a hat, of course.

She tensed when he walked around her, head tilting to keep him in sight at all times, then forced herself to relax. A ping sounded in her head when she glanced at his back. If the 13 year old wasn't mistaken, they had wing lumps. Her assumption had been right, she had recognized the name, not to mention his face from the photos. He was the person she had to hunt, to detain. But first...but first she had to find the others, thats what the orders were. Out of the corner of a bright blue eye, she saw the large container with ease. She could see perfectly well in the dark.

She could see the embryo inside of it, but felt no shock, no revulsion. She'd seen it before when they had taken her away for testing, felt the horror stricken emotions wash over her, hear the ticking of there hearts fade into nothingness. Averting her gaze, she turned to watch him, a curious expression on her face. "So," She said. "Fang, wha'r you going here?" She had a distinct Irish accent, though she had never gone there. Something in the programming, something in the genes. She felt no oddness in the name "Fang". Ally's real one was A28-00L, which was uncommon, to say the least.

[jack]

Fang laughed when she did although he had no idea why she had. She was obviously joking when she snickered. To be honest, the laugh sounded more like a purr. This reminded Fang of the human-feline hybrids he had heard about. Apparently they were really agile and smart, she didn't seem very cat like, falling on her back. The thought of her falling made him laugh again, quieter this time however. He watched, still not speaking as she rubbed her face, like a cat would when washing itself. No, she wasn't a cat. Chimera had made the cats to catch the flock and she wasn't putting him into nay danger.

She seemed really suspicious of him however and he realized she wasn't taking her eyes of him. Why? He wasn't going to hurt her unless she turned on him which was unlikely. Fang hated this room, there was a lot of sadness in it, was this the kind of room he was raised in? Experimented on in? He dread to think. "I hate this room," he said, walking to the door before she spoke again.

"Excuse me?" Fang had never heard an accent like that before, not even on TV., "I didn't quite catch that then. Could you repeat?" He shook his head in confusion. Was she foreign? Was that the reason she was acting strange?

[ally]

"Its not exactly a pleasant place." She said quietly, though it held little emotion. Under the taste of fury, drunkeness, confusion, and all the other emotions which came with drunk partying teenagers, she cloud just barely detect a frantic longing to escape. It held no surprise, she'd felt that before, to. If the memory had been real, which it may not have for all she knew. Still, it was so faint and long gone she could barely taste it, and it was gone after a second.

A half smile flicked across her feline features as he walked out of the door, again noting the slight bumps where his wings were. This was Fang, and unless the next shock told her to attack and capture him, he was going to lead her to the flock, whether he knew it or not. Plans formed in her mind, how to attack, get help, etc. She might do it alone, she'd been alone in all the practices and sinereos, as far as she could tell. She followed him out the door, eyes not leaving the back of his head. Not suspicious, gleeful maybe, wary, but not suspicious. Fly away, but I can catch you. Your no gingerbread man. At the same time, she had never seen nor tasted nor heard of a gingerbread anything before. Collar muddling her thoughts.

Her eyebrows rose momentarily when he asked her to repeat herself, but a outgoing grin slid in to replace it. Apparently he'd never been to Ireland. Of course, as the record may show, neither had she. "It's Irish, laddy." She said in a stern voice, percisely as a Irishman might, deepening her voice. She snickered slightly again. Then, talking a exageratingly slow voice, pronouced, "What brings you here."

[jack]

"Mhm," said Fang, the whole building was creeping him out. The night was getting cold and although Fang had his wings to keep him warmer they didn't help much. Fang was starting to feel tense around her.

"Irish?" he asked, he had flown over Ireland, maybe, but never been into it. If this was what they spoke like maybe he didn't want to. He left the room, the atmosphere was too high for his liking. He walked down the corridor looking through each room and saw worse things than the previous. One had a skeleton hung up by its wrists. Well, the bones were being held together by not yet decomposed skin and muscles. He grimaced of the thought of the poor creature it was, could have been and walked past. He left the building entering a large square garden. It was plain with only grass. It was probably fake, made from plastic but Fang didn't want to let his guard down. He looked up, calculating how long it would take to do an up and away. The walls were quite high but he could bu out in a few seconds. He hoped he wouldn't need to escape but any strange movement from Ally, the Irish 'lass', and he would. He paced around the edge of the greenery trying to remove the foul images from his head, it wasn't working well. He wanted to open his wings but couldn't, she would see.