"Are you done tagging that yet?"
Clair hisses at us.
She was the left hand commander of the
dragons, and the girl who had shown us the way. That was a month ago,
and we still have troubles keeping up with her. Her title, Chinese
Lung, was granted to her for her swift flowing movements. Which is
why Joshua and I had such a hard time keeping up.
"Take it
easy Clair. They're still new." says Jay, the commander of the
Dragons.
"Hmph."
Word has it he was a street kid when
the wars were still happening. They tells us that he was brutal and
would take down anyone who crossed his path, picking fights for no
reason. These days that side of him never shows. Many of the Dragons,
especially the founding one claim that he saved them in times of
need, like the Robin Hood of the modern day. That's how I choose to
see him too. No matter how bad Clair's temper has gotten, he always
had my back.
"We're almost done." I
call back to them.
Then we hear it, the coo of a morning dove, our
sign too leave. I finish my work, stuff the red lidded spray can into
my belt, then jog up beside Joshua.
"They are getting
faster," he said. "pretty soon they'll catch up."
"But
we're getting faster and better too." I counter.
"You're
right, it's just I've got a bad feeling."
"Too many
Jo-Luis?"
"Maybe..." He says, but his face is
serious, a rare look for Joshua these days.
We round the last apartment before
the park when we heard them, the minders. Their metallic footsteps
echo off the walls, trapping us in their web of sound, but we weren't
Dragons for nothing. We flew through the crowds weaving past blondes
and babies, brunets and bad-a*s punks. Always heading towards the
park, were we would disappear in the trees.
I was running out of breath; I still
had a hard time keeping up with the flock. But I hadn't been caught
yet.
"Hurry up Drakeling." Clair called out.
I am
about to yell out a witty remark when I'm jerked to a stop. I look up
to see a set of robotic eyes glaring at me through metal plating. The
minder's gaze pierces into my soul.
"SETH!" Joshua calls
out.
I watch as he starts running back, but he is dragged onward
by the other Dragons.
I wanted to call out, ask for help, but I
can't, my body is frozen in horror. The lights of minders eyes glow a
demonic shade of red, a stark contrast to slate grey armor. This was
the government's way of playing with us. They were the knights in
shining armor sent to defeat the dragons.
I knew I was toast, but I wasn't
about to go without some sort of defiance. I didn't bother
struggling, I wasn't strong enough to take on a hundred and fifty
pounds of steel. Instead I held my head high, as a true dragon would.
But what I saw as I looked up crushed me inside and I let my body go
limp. The crowds started running, attempting to get away, but the
minder didn't understand it; couldn't understand, that we were about
to be crushed by a falling hunk of rock. It was something the
government had never programed it to face so it froze. Everything
fades away as I watch it fill my sky, there is no sound, no minders,
no pain, just a burning inferno of molten rock.
And then everything goes dark.