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Lol. I read the last bit of the previous chapter and now I'm like: o_o How the hell do I continue with that? 

UNEDITED CHAPTER.

+ the 13 with the hill +

"Woah there, puppy," Trent began. 

I whipped my head around, eyes almost consumed by black madness.

He raised his hands in surrender.  "Hey, hey.  Don't waste all your energy on him.  Or me.  Or any of us for that matter."  He placed his gun back into his belt and kept his hands up.  "I mean, I probably taste like shit—from all those cigars, weed and alcohol.  Yuck.  You don't want that nasty stuff.  It'll make your tummy hurt and lemme tell you, Pepto-Bismol isn't always a miracle worker."

A growl rumbled in the back part of my throat.  The beast plucked the strings of my vocal cords, playing a voice through my mouth, "You're even cuter than Archer."  A grin paired with long, white fangs sent the Citizens staggering back. 

Trent's feet remained still as he tossed a thumb over his shoulder.  "We can get this pretty boy in shackles, sweet pea.  Ain't that right, boys?"  The Citizens held the end of metal shackles, it shaking under their hands. 

I hissed, scales now riding up my legs.

Trent put one hand down, using the other to reach it towards me.  "I know you can control it," he said.  My gaze flickered to his hands, scales growing up his palm and around the base of his wrist.  "You don't have to trust me, but I'm the only thing you need."  The beast howled at the sight of his scales.  I stared down at my own hands.  They were the same ones. 

What was left of my human legs shuffled backwards in fear.  I clamped my hands over my head, walls shooting up in my mind to protect myself.  I could feel the beast inside of me, caging back with anger.  It thrashed against the walls and I shot up more to protect me and my sanity.  The beast's feelings and thoughts and body wrapped around me as I untangled my way through. 

A force shook from the pits of my stomach, shaking my insides and sending the trembles through my bones.  I collapsed to my knees and cracked my head back with a ground breaking scream.

My cry shot fear into every scale and strand of fur, slinking them back under my skin where the beast laid. 

My face moulded back into its tight human mask as I shrivelled back into a hunched position, trying to catch my breath.

"That wasn't too hard."  Trent slapped me on the back and I coughed again, my pink hair dragging across my cheeks. 

I flinched at the clink of metal and stared down at my empty wrists.  I turned and caught a glimpse of Archer on his knees, hands out for the taking.

"This isn't right," I whispered.  "Archer couldn't have just given in like that."

Trent overheard, and squeezed my shoulder.  "He's all talk, Vhal."  The grey haired beast meowled, and Trent's face twisted into panic. 

"I'm not so sure about that," I said, climbing to my feet to match the level of his gaze.  "None of us have seen what each of us are capable of."  I gazed to Archer and then back to Trent.  "None of us."

He shrugged.  "That's true. I may be a backstabbing beast made of raw anger and vengeance."  He laughed.  "Or I may just be a human like the rest of the Citizens."

I reached for his wrist as he let me cup the bone.  "What about those scales I saw earlier?  On your wrist?"

He flicked a strand of his hair back and grew a dark smile.  "We all have our secrets, don't we?"

I opened my mouth to demand an answer, but swallowed it back.  Demanding things worked in Villain Academy.  This wasn't home.  This was the real world.  Answers weren't served on a silver platter. 

A wave of footsteps echoed from a few walls down and Trent quickly shouted orders.  He glanced at me and loaded his gun.  "We oughta move unless you want to be hero meat."

I stole a look at Archer and saw is body get strapped to the top of the grey beast, Lance's unconscious body strapped next to him.   

Citizens fell back towards the hallway, boots squeaking and shouts getting louder.  I followed behind, making it out the doors of the gym until I heard a sharp scream.  I whipped my head around and watched Price's body jerk under the hand of a Citizen, knife driven into his chest. 

Emotions couldn't even be calculated by the time Trent grabbed my arm and pulled me out.  "There's no time to think," he told me and released my arm once he noticed my feet were still moving. 

My beast hummed at the sounds of gunshots and cries, it rattling against the cage again.  I drew up walls in my mind, keeping its howls out of my head and focused on Trent.  We escaped out of the hole the Citizens created, stepping over bricks until the sunlight finally streaked across our backs. 

Our feet trekked across the grass, the green hills up ahead.  "Where are we going?!" I screamed, covering a hand over my ear at the crack of a cannon. 

I glanced behind, Hero High downsizing into a small dot.  An army of heroes poured from the doors and crashed through the windows, eating the distance between us.

"It's a surprise!"  Trent laughed, that childish gleam returning in his eyes.

Exhaustion leaked into my system, but my beast quickly sucked it up, coating it with its rage and adrenaline that forced me to move faster. 

We reached to the top of the hill and I nearly stumbled back in horrible fascination.  A blimp groaned and chugged, metal clinking and clanking on board.  The blimp: the airborne ship held by a ballon made of skin and a smoking engine, floated--waiting for us.

Soldiers rushed on the deck; ropes pulled and helmets waved at our presence. 

"Don't slow down, sweet pea," Trent suggested and ran past me.  The Citizens moved like a herd, leaping off the cliff and jumped onto the blimp. 

The engine roared, the sudden weight shifting the blimp in the air. 

Trent cupped his hands from the deck and screamed above the engine, "You're going to have to jump!"

I glanced behind me, the masked eyes growing and reaching out for me.  Goodbye, Hero High.  I took in a deep breath, glimpsed at Trent and hurdled forward.  My arms flailed, hair whipping back and from a gut-wrenching scream, I landed on a net, body bouncing up before dipping again.

My heart hammered, throat burning in pain. 

"Get up, squirt!"  An arm grabbed me and yanked me off, back hitting the wooden planks with a crack.  I groaned, not having enough time to breathe as they brought me to my feet.  "Fun?" Trent asked.

"Fuck off," I wheezed, heart jumping out of my chest. 

"Glad to hear it," Trent said with a sweet smile. 

A roar broke out above us and we climbed up the stairs of the blimp, rushing to the side and shoved the wooden railing against our stomach. 

From the hill, the grey beast charged toward us.  The beast stomped faster and flicked off the heroes trying to attack its legs.  The hill shook under its footsteps as it reaches the top of the hill.

"C'mon, big guy!" Trent shouted. 

Archer and Lance's body swayed on top of the beast, the leather belt barely keeping them on.  The grey beast roared again and jumped off the cliff.  A shadow cast over the blimp.

Realization hit me hard and I clutched Trent's vest, staring up as the beast began to drop down.  "It can't fit on the blimp!  What are you doing?!"

Trent grew a sly grin and peeled my hand off of him.  "I know."

"It's going to kill us when it lands!"

His grin only widened.  My ribs squeezed together, breathe disappearing as I watched the beast come down, blocking the sun as the shadow swallowed Trent, the blimp and me.  Warmth spilled across my arms and shoulders, and I squinted, the sun returning a second later.  Confusion smacked me across the face, and I saw the shadow shrink, the beast's feet landing on the roof of the blimp.  It slid down and I ran towards it from the railing, looking up. 

I saw a small patch of grey fur before it dropped from the roof and into the net. 

I pushed off the railing and nearly flew down the stairs, towards the net and held onto Trent who was already there, staring down at the beast.

"You really need to chillax, sweet pea."  Trent patted my shoulder and squeezed, glimpsing up at my reaction.

Horror spread across my face, and my knees gave out, hitting the ground.  I held the edge of the pit and found my voice, "Roger?"

Stark naked with a cheeky grin, the freshmeat gave a little wave and quickly covered his junk.  "Hey, you gotta napkin or something?  A sandwich maybe?  I'm slightly awkward with you staring."

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A/N:

To clarify, this is a blimp:

Short—I know.  I'm sorry.  I've just been working on my new story, 'Boys of the Dark'.

Anyway, what do you think?

Here's some fan art that I LOVED.

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Roger's a beast? Was it a little anticlimactic? I found it to be anticlimactic.

But have no fear—this is rough draft so it is supposed to suck.

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