Chapter seventeen

Chapter 17: Ares

I hated being so weak, sitting there practically dead! Everyone else was running around hysterically making half thought out plans, while I had nothing. Look at the great and unstoppable superman now. Kaylin was crying in the corner: I heard her whimpering and turned towards her.
“What are you crying about? You can get up and save the day whenever it tickles you peach!” I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did: all spiteful and rude.
“Well easy for you to say! You’re superman! Greatest super human to ever walk the earth! I’m just Kaylin; The girl stolen from her family, and made into a lab project!” She shot back. “If you need power so bad take mine, I don’t want it! I want to go home!”
I was about to tell her how ridiculous she was being, but then it struck me. I held my hand out, and she looked at me as if I were nuts. Then she placed he delicate little palm into mine. The air sparked. Then Kaylin looked normal, and smelled of humans.
“Go,” I whispered. Then we both got up and said “Thanks” at the same time. She hugged me, and then she was gone. And so was I. As I was running I wished I had Kichi’s mental direction, but it wasn’t difficult to locate the camp. Four humans were sitting around a camp fire. One was over behind the camp taking a whiz. Bingo! After knocking the scientist out easily, I rubbed myself against him to try and obtain his scent. (It was totally weird, so don’t bring it up again.) Then I slid on his jacket easily. As I was about to walk into their main quarters I heard then men stop talking. The drunken scientist all fell silent, and one whispered,
“Did you hear that? Looks like we got a little visitor,” I hugged the back of the tents praying they wouldn’t kill me. Then the men started to croon “Come here, little mutant. The fate of your insignificant worthless life depends on it.”
After a few moments of silence I heard a gun being pulled, then rapid fire. I half expected a bullet to be lodged in my chest. But when I peeked out from behind the tent Kage was lying dead on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. I heard a scientist voice getting shrill and worried
“Stanley! Mrs. Adeca said she wanted all nine mutants alive!” Stanley replied smoothly, in a voice that can only be brought on by being high, “She also said not to address her by her name. If anyone noticed, we can report he was attacking us. But nobody will.” With that Stanley dragged Kage’s body into the fire pit, and laughed as flames danced around him, dead. This wasn’t going to be as safe as I had intended. In fact I figured it was time to bring out the weapons. Gripping a traqlizer, and forty four gun found in the pocket of the lab coat, I let loose three quick blasts: Hits, all of them. Not that I was proud, but I wasn’t a shabby gunman.