Chapter 8

It was moving day.

And excitement was dense enough to cut with a knife in the 16 by 16 foot room that had been a temporary home for Project Ameris and Subject Supernatural. The whole facility seemed to be buzzing with it.

Mary kept pacing, wings constantly in motion. Extending to test dexterity and length. Relaxing. Pulling into her back so tight that they felt like they were trying to worm their way into her back. Bristling and expanding periodically at every sound. It was an instinct written into her DNA. The larger her wings looked the more threatening she looked. Better to scare off possible predators. In this case predators were assistants, scientists, and the dreaded erasers.

Leah sat in her corner. Silent. Silent and watching Mary pace. Waiting for the moment some asisstant would burst through the door to take them to where they were going. Except they would never reach their destination, the experiments had a plan. Talked of and planned and perfected late into the night. They would wait. Wait until they were in route. In a bus or van of some sort, according to Mary. Then, approximately half an hour into the trip, long enough to calm the guards. Long enough to get them the hell away from the facility, they would pounce. Leah would phase. Bursting out of whatever restraints she was held in and she would attack anything that moved. Mary would use her power to absorb whatever electricity she could from whoever was her assigned escort. And use it against them. A perfectly timed pulse would knock off the rhythm of the human heart. Or, at least stun them.

They would get a key or claw their way through a thin point in the walls. Then they would run. And separate. Leah would run south for an hour then swing around in a wide circle. Mary would fly Northwest. Hit ground. Wait an hour. Then fly again. Following the highway and touch down in a small city called Novaso. An off the map little place. With one diner. The diner at which they would meet at the following morning for freedom eggs and bacon.

If they didn't meet at the diner the following morning. Either would continue North. For a day. Stop at another off the map town. Meet at another diner. So on and so forth until they found one another again. Unless…and this was the point in the plan that neither liked. They would go North. All the way to La Push and Forks. If Leah was alone she would wait at the diner every day. If Mary was the one there first she would go to the diner and ask for a Call. Who usually worked there. Tell her that Leah had sent her, and that she needed to find and to look for a place to stay.

And if they didn't meet up within the month. Then…well. Well, then they would do their best with their lives free from the facility.

Leah had a second plan running through her head. Once they reach La Push together, Of course together nothing would go wrong, Leah would introduce to her family and then run off again in search of him. She would follow the pull of the stupid string attached to her heart. Hopefully it pulled her straight to him. And when she finally saw him. When she finally met him. She would do a couple things.

First, she would smack him. He was the one who pulled her out of Arizona and put her in the prison. He was the one that got her into this mess full of needles and scientists and assistants with wandering hands and living dissections. Oh she would smack him. Do a little yelling. Ask him how he could bring her here.

Second, she would kiss him. Long and hard.

Then she would do some more yelling.

Maybe ask him his name. Hobbies. Favorite color. Did he like wolves? Did he mind her phasing? He smelled like wolf, not her kind, but still wolf, why? How did he get that scar along his face? Was he married? Children? How was he related to this hole? Was he an experiment? An Eraser? A subject given freedom? Something akin to Project Ameris? Was he designed to be someone else's perfect mate? Whose? She wondered if she could hold a candle to whoever she was.

Her whirling mess of sappy thoughts was interrupted by the door opening. Slowly it revealed an assistant, a couple tall and creepy looking men who reeked of wolf and suffering, with a scientist a safe distance from the door. Leah's nostrils flared, the urge to phase strong, and let out a long low growl of warning to the other wolves. She would be messed with.

Barely a moment had passed and not words was said when one of the Erasers raised up a dangerous looking rifle and raised it. Pointing at Leah and firing. It was a soft sound. Leah had seen in coming and attempted to phase in time to pounce. She froze mid phase, for a moment stuck between wolf and woman. The small amounts of fur that had sprouted was sucked back into her skin as her body made the choice for her. She fell to the ground. Out cold.

Mary reacted. Quicker than the Scientist could see, or quick enough for the Eraser with the gun to raise it again in it's defense. She short forwards, wings tucked in, flying across the room and into the Eraser in the doorway. She made contact and they flew backwards together into the wall. Following his body to the follow. She was lucky enough for the Eraser to smack hard enough into the wall to leave a dent, along with crack some of it's ribs. It's head hit the wall. She wrestled him for the gun, able to wrench it form the wolf's grip and turn around. Still sitting on the massive form of the wolf. She fired a shot, content when it let out a soft pfft as the Eraser slumped.

Turning lengthwise she extended one of her wings rapidly, hitting the scientist with the bone of her wing and sending him sprawling into a medical cart, where she hoped, that the sharp moan that arose from him was from him getting a couple instrements impaled into him. Her hopes were certified when he fell to the floor, various syringes full of dangerous looking liquids sticking out of him, some had unloaded themselves into him with the fall. He lay still, spasms frequently in seizures.

She spared no time for victory. Immediately turning the gun on the other two shocked wolves. She shot one, it fell and she turned to the other. It started running at her, she smiled, relishing momentarily in her brief moment of power. She pulled the trigger.

Her eyes widened, and her heart fell.

Click.

She pulled again. Again.

Click. Click.

It was empty. The Eraser was still coming and she was out of tranquilizers. She stood, flared her wings. Rushing back a couple of steps, hoping to put some space between them. She braced herself. The wolf had its claws extended reaching out for her. She waited until it was just at her. She fell to the floor, letting the wolf with all of it's momentum trip over her and go sprawling. She rose, raised the butt end of the gun. She slammed it down on the back of its head. It tried to raise itself to try and fight, but she brought the gun down again on the wolf's head.

She repeated the bludgeoning seven more times before the Eraser had been able to grab ahold of her ankle and gave it a tug. With her legs literally pulled out from under her she fell to the floor, her wings flapping madly in a futile effort of getting aloft, but the small area of the hallway prevented such. The Eraser pulled her closer, sharp claws digging into the skin of her ankle. It looked at her with a vicious snarl, lip split and bloodied, nose probably broken. It was menacing. She kicked out with her free foot, trying aiming for the head, hoping to add injury to it's already mangled face.

She got in two good shots to the nose before the Eraser was able to grab hold of her other foot. It dragged her closer, she lashed out wildly, hoping to do some damage with some unaimed elbows and fists and wings. Every shot seemed to only anger it. It clutched on tighter to her ankles, drawing more blood causing her to flinch. She was able get an elbow into his crotch causing it to become rigid for just a moment.

But a moment was all it took for Mary to rip her ankles free and lunged at the unprepared wolf. She shoved her hands against it's chest and let her skin absorb all the electricity from the faltering man. The wolf's began to gasp, and clutching at his chest. Eyes drooping, he fell to the floor, still. Dead. The excess electricity danced across her skin, making her hair puff up with static.

Before any of the damage done decided to reverse itself, Mary moved back into the room where a still unconscious Leah lay in a heap on the floor. She rushed to her side and set two fingers against her neck, checking for a pulse. It was there, and strong.

"Wake up, Leah" she said, shaking to unconscious shapeshifter. She sent a small shock to her arm. "Come on" more shaking. "We don't have time for this" she struggled with the woman, placing Leah's arms around her neck she struggled to lift them both off the floor. She settled the unconscious woman to rest between her wings. "Wow, woman. You are heavy. Dense." Mary put all of her superhuman efforts into dragging the six foot tall woman with her.

Struggling through the hallway, she passed over the bodies of the Erasers. Going the opposite direction as the now still Eraser that had, in it's struggle, torn open it's own throat. She slowly moved along the hallway, towards and open area with a single window that would hopefully be their escape.

The lights dimmed and alarms began to sound.

The facility was on alert.