Around four o’ clock in the morning, Zeron, the thunder mentor had called Draco. He had quickly warned Draco that the Council was sending their most vicious hounds after him and his fire children. Once Draco muttered his thanks and ended the call, he quickly shook Gregory and Kyle awake and then, rushed to wake up the girls. He told them to take the only things that needed and could carry. He only hesitated when he came to Rvan’s bedroom door.
Rvan was already up and looking at him.
“Rvan, you’re awake.” He said with wide eyes and heavy breaths.
Rvan slowly nodded his head, now feeling blood soak into his white shirt. But once again, it was a faint distant feeling. Rvan slowly tried to look at Draco, his eyes meeting the man who had saved him from the reporters weeks ago. Or was it months? The fraction, the minuscule fraction, of Rvan that still felt spoke up, “M-My back isn’t…” Rvan couldn’t manage any more words.
Draco hadn’t heard what Rvan was mumbled. “Rvan, we are going to leave this place. Can you still run? I know Gregory would be happy to carry you in his dragon form if the answer to the latter is no.” Draco looked a Rvan up and down. He didn’t want to put stress on the poor child but he might very well have to.
Again, that small fraction wanted to speak, say how he really should do something about his bleeding, but it was out weighed and he just didn’t reply. (Can Draco not notice the blood and just have Rvan be carried?)
(Wait. Rvan is bleeding?! When did that happen?)
Rvan got out of the bed soundlessly. He felt his scabbing back break open, but it was a faint, distant pain. He thought he had shared a dream with someone last night, but he didn’t remember ever sleeping. Rvan stood up fully, the blank faced mask still on. It was really the only mask he could wear now. He slowly opened his door and looked into the hall.
(Here. When he woke up. The people at the Labs tortured him, and cut up his back.)
(Oh I see. I think it would be more dramatic if Rvan passed out later so I won’t have Draco notice.)
(YYYYYAAAAAASSSSS. I’m planning something like that)
Draco ushered Rvan out of the cabin to where Gregory was getting ready to take off. Rvan was hoisted up on the dragon. That fraction of feeling in Rvan made him hold on.
Draco looked at all of his protégés, who had changed into their dragon forms moments ago. He gave Skylar a long look as well. It still surprised him how similar her dragon form looked to her mother’s. There would be no going back for her. See would never see her mother again. His heart clenched at the thought. “I want all of you to fly low to the ground and head Strait for the border, understand?”
“Understood.” They replied in unison.
Draco quickly got onto Nula’s back before the dramans took off to the skies.
The skies where clear for nearly an hour before the faint roar of jets could be heard in the distance.
“Fighter jets!” Gregory roared.
Rvan slowly came to attention. And that fraction of him that felt held on tight as Gregory dived for the trees. Gosh… it felt like Rvan was living a minute behind everyone else. He felt dizzy.
(I changed Draco’s direction he didn’t tell the team to go to ground when fighter jets come. I want some fighter jet vs. dragon action.)
(Change the word trees to close to the ground)
(OK, cool with me, but Gregory still dived downwards, I liked how i wrote it)
(Fine)
There were six planes total. The first five planes were black. The last plane was the biggest and has elaborate murals of birds of prey painted on its sides. All of the dramans assumed that one came from Nightvale.
(LOLLOLOLOLLLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. They must hide and covered their ears, and wait for the screams to end. They must only come out when the City Council Secret Police leaves a cremation on their doorstep)
The planes opened fire on the dramans. Fortunately, the dramans dodged the bullets with ease. Draco sent balls of fire at the planes and managed to take one down. Skylar shot spears directed into the plane’s windshields.
Rvan felt so dizzy as the planes blurred together. Were there… ten? No… three? Rvan’s head pounded hard.
The fighter planes buzzed next to Gregory. Another one on the other side. And Rvan felt the bullet hit him a second later than it actually happened. The tip of his ear was blown off. It felt like he was watching a slideshow. Everything was getting… slower…
Gregory dived again, burning down one of the planes while the other was shot down by Nula. Gregory hoped Rvan handled well as he shot at the last plane, which evaded his attack but went right into an ice spear, and then fell. Four planes were down. The one with murals depicting birds of prey had disappeared, but the last one was heading straight for Gregory and Rvan. And wasn’t stopping. Gregory had only a few seconds to blast fire in front of him, but it didn’t stop all of the debris, which slammed into Gregory stomach and chest and a bit into his wings. He kept in the air but as he turned around, he realized Rvan wasn’t. He was falling towards the trees. Gregory shouted Rvan’s name as he went flying downwards after him, but he was too late as Rvan hit the tree line.
Skylars had seen Rvan fall off Gregory’s back. Expressionless. But since she had seen Rvan fall right away, it had given her time to shoot downwards like a bullet. And she reached, she tried d-mn hard to reach him, as he hit the tree line. She saw how his arm had hit the first branch and kicked back, snapping. But before something vital hit too, she grabbed him within her talons and shielded him as she rammed into a good dozen trees before stopping. Her breath came heavy as she looked and saw blood covering her talons, blood covering Rvan’s back. Those bullets… Skylar immediately shouted for Draco, transforming into her human form after she set Rvan on the ground, “No no no no no,” Skylar whispered as she beheld Rvan’s bloody shirt, “Rvan, Rvan, can you hear me? Rvan?” Skylar asked looking desperately at Rvan’s blank face.
He dragged his eyes up to Skylar. She had… pretty eyes. He wanted to reach out to her but his arm was numb. Rvan couldn’t hear out of one ear either. Skylar was… concerned, though. He saw other figures, blurry figures, run up to him, but he looked at Skylar as he whispered, “I’m okay.”
/These streets are yours, you can keep them. I don’t want them
I won’t show my face here anymore
I won’t show my face here anymore
These streets are yours, you can keep them/
Draco swore when he saw the blood staining Rvan’s clothes and his unnaturally twisted arm. Skylar was right beside Rvan. There were tears falling down her cheeks. For a moment, Draco panicked. He thought Rvan just gotten shot.