Artificial Memory (DISCONT'D BUT WILL UPLOAD UNEDITED CHAPTERS)

Chapter 3: The Genderqueer Tumblr Shitposter In My Head Is Actually Useful

"Damn it! He's gonna be furious!"

I exclaimed, turning around and heading back towards home.

Reaching the house, I coasted to a halt and bent over. Flipping my board up with my hand and grasping it under my arm, I walked up towards the house, but paused. Horror washed over me and my stomach flipped in anxiety.

The door had been thrown wide open and the rug at the door was out on the front step. On top of that, there were spots of blood on the front walk. I rushed up towards the door, shouting,

"SHARK!! DISTANCE!!"

As if in response, my phone buzzed and I lifted it up to my ear.

"Memory?!"

Shark's voice.

"What happened?!"

I shouted desperately.

"A group of men took Distance! They might be from the CEL, so don't follow! If you get taken away too, I won't be able to save you too!!"

The phone began to cut out as Shark moved, panting. It deteriorated into static and I hung up, hands trembling. Barely forming coherent thought, I rushed inside and whipped open a drawer next to the fridge. I grabbed the knife Distance used to cut his hand, the smooth wood giving me a serious case of butterflies. My head pulsed with pain. This happened whenever I touched a weapon, but there was no other option available for me. I would need to use it if this was as serious as I thought.

"Make sure you don't use it unless you absolutely have to. I don't want to be forced to stabilize your emotions."

The other me said in a serious tone.

"Got it."

I replied.

I pulled my hood over my head and my scarf up over my nose and mouth to hide my face as I rushed out the door and spread my black and white feathered wings. I couldn't have my face seen while I revealed my Aberrant side, namely the fact that only Aberrants and Faeries have wings.

As I jumped into the sky and started flying, I extended my senses in an effort to search for the struggle.

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I cussed at my captors, who'd formed a ring around me. These weren't normal teenagers looking for a victim to pummel, no, these were trained adults. They knew how to deal with a captive and had blocked off any possible escape routes. Handguns were barely concealed at their hips as they watched me in eerie, hostile silence. I must've been some kind of bad luck magnet when it came to haters.

One man, who looked surprisingly similar to Arnold Schwarzenegger, stared at me with cold grey eyes. The leader, probably. A shiny chrome blade glittered in his hand.

"I'll make this quick, so don't move and we'll take your left hand off easily. Make lots of noise."

Nope, he wasn't Arnold. His voice was too douchey to be Terminator-worthy.

"Well, if I'm gonna lose a hand, at least tell me who the hell sent you assholes and why the frick I'm the target, you slimy shitmonger."

I mimicked his voice, tilting my chin slightly upward disdainfully.

He narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance, then replied,

"Shard Anderson. He wants both you and your Aberrant friend, so you're bait to lure him here. If he can't use his powers like those teenagers say, he'll be easy enough to capture."

Those little fuckers. I'd kill them.

However, after my initial reaction-hate towards the group who tried to wreck me-I focused on the name of the person who sent these guys.