Orso Fiction 028

Orso Fiction 028-Rescue? (Part 1 of 3)
While the majority of the Orso Family was saddened by the news of Alex Carroll’s departure, they resolved themselves to staying put, and letting the problem work itself out, in fear of causing any more disorder than necessary.

Not all of them.

One man, crouching, atop the roof of Century High, looked over the school’s front courtyard with a smoldering look.

“The world’s justice has failed…”, he murmured to the rising sun. “And now…I must create…my own justice.”

As if on cue, the wind picked up, howling around him. He lost his footing, his pose being admittedly more geared toward dramatic effect than balance, and fell to the ground below him.

Nate Mercer picked himself up, and dusted himself off. It was lucky, he thought, that he had landed on his front side. He walked, as a man about to deliver his own brand of justice will tend to do, away from the obscenely shaped hole in the ground where his torso had landed, his crimson cape flapping dramatically around him.

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Elsewhere, Ben Diaz was talking with Alex Simms and Julie Roberts. Suddenly, he came to a decision. He walked away from them.

“Hey, Bendy!”, Alex called after him. “Where ya going?”

“Just…taking a walk.”, Ben replied without looking back.

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Milton Hirsch, sitting with Ryan Sanzi, Dylan Barbera, Kyle Conahan, and Pat Anske in the weight room, came to a very similar decision.

“Guys…I’m going after him.”, he said suddenly.

“What, Alex?”, Dylan asked. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“It’s not.”, Milton said. “It’s not wise at all.”

“Then why do it?”, Kyle asked, laughing.

“Because I know Alex. He might be a little more distant than the rest of us, but he wouldn’t switch sides. Especially not to…someone like Zeke. Something made him leave.”

“Then take me with you.”, Ryan said.

“No. I’m only going to find him, and see what’s making him stay. I don’t want to get into any fights, and if it’s just me, I’ll have an easier time escaping if I need to.”

“You won’t let us follow you, if we try to go, will you?”, Pat asked, already knowing the answer. “Following you will just be a waste of all our time.”

“That’s right.”, Milton said, standing up. “I’ll be back before long, guys.”

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“Daaaaaamnit.”, Matt Iannone groaned. “Everything is pain.”

“Oh, hush.”, Nicole Roberts, sitting next to Sabra Bushey, teased him. “Really, though; can I get you something?”

“If you’re willing to run to the cafeteria for it, some ice cream would be great…”, Matt said, fearing asking too much. As Nicole rose, a smile on her face, Matt added, “Maybe a cute blonde, if you can find one.”

Nicole groaned and walked out, shaking her head.

“So, Matt…”, Sabra began. “I hope you forgive us, for hiding this from you.”

“It’s not so bad. I got my five minutes of awesome, it was nice.”, Matt said, chuckling.

“It’s not just five minutes, you know.”, Sabra told him, smiling. “You ARE meant to be the Second Generation’s Head Agent. That’s a big job. Plenty of chances to do something awesome with that.”

“Oh, hey, I’m glad you reminded me…The Agents are a set of seven, right?”, Matt asked. Sabra nodded. “If I’m one of them…who are the other six?”

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Ben Diaz began to gear up. The box holding Lucy went on his belt. His two knives went in their sheaths. He didn’t want to get involved in battle, but he wouldn’t be caught unprepared for it, if worst came to worst. As he moved some papers around his desk, in last-second organization, his hand hit a note Zach had written him a while ago. He smiled, and pushed it to its own corner. He gave the room one last look, and walked out. Time to get to business.

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Nate Mercer stood, his crimson cape continuing to swirl around him, was waiting. Something told him…that they were coming.

As if on cue, Ben Diaz and Milton Hirsch strolled out of the base casually, as dramatic music played in the background. Nate nodded in a manly fashion to both of them, and they came to a stop next to him.

“So…the three of us, huh?”, Nate said. “Those poor Apostles.”

“I tried to go on my own…”, Milton said. “But I guess you two won’t slow me down too badly.”

“This won’t be a walk in the park, you know.”, Ben said, looking to the woods. “They’re not the usual dime a dozen enemies. We’ll need strategy.”

“Right.”, Nate said. “Here’s the strategy. I hit them. If they’re still standing, you two hit them.”

“After that?”, Milton asked.

“We improvise.”, Nate said. “Let’s go.”

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Narciso Ferraro hit the ground.

“You WILL come with us.”, Adelina said coldly. Narciso considered his odds, looking at the six of them. He COULD fight them all…but it would be breaking the rules his father had set for him…

“I will come. I surrender..”, Narciso said softly, a voice like a deep haze, mysterious and alluring.

“Give me the Arcoferro.”, Adelina said harshly, holding her hand out. Slowly, reluctantly, Narciso passed her the indigo metal. She pocketed it, and turned to the others. “Let’s get out of here.”

“This isn’t Adelina…”, Nerina thought. “What happened to her…What did Sonia say to her to make her act like this…”

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Faustino and Osvaldo sat, on opposite sides of the room, reading. Osvaldo reading another of his evil looking tomes, Faustino reading a fantasy novel.

“Osvaldo, sir?”, he asked. “Do you know where the others are? I haven’t seen them all day…”

“Oh, don’t worry about them.”, Osvaldo said, turning, and, in a direct attack on all that is good and pure in this world, smiled. “They’re just doing a little job for me…”

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The six brothers stood, silently, in the projector room. Their breathing in unison, they stared wordlessly at something in the distance with black-stained eyes.

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Rosangela rolled in her bed. The feeling in her chest was getting even worse.

“Adel…”, she moaned softly. “Come back…I hurt…”

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“Do you feel them coming?”, Micaiah asked. Isaac smiled.

“I do.”, he answered. “Shall we play?”

“If we kill them, we could make our new member angry…”, Sarah said. “Use nothing that could kill them.”

“Hell to that.”, Hannah said, a sadistic smile on her face. “If they’re coming to us with anything but a white flag, they should suffer a LOT!”

Micaiah patted Hannah’s head, smiling.

“We’re lucky…”, Micaiah said. “…that the other three are meeting with God today. They can’t interfere...with our fun”

“I’m starving.”, Isaac said. “I’m so eager …for just a little bit of bloodshed…”

“Then we feast today. Which of us should go first?”, Sarah asked.

“I’ll start them”, Micaiah said. “I’ll let them pass…when I’ve enjoyed myself enough.”

“Have fun…”, Hannah said, before giggling a bit.

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“Was this wise?”, Malachi asked.

“We could have taken the Orso turncoat with us, you know.”, Miriam agreed. “We didn’t have to leave them there to guard him. You know what happens…when we leave them alone…”

“I know.”, Zeke said. “It’s the strangest thing; how they act when we’re not around…I’ll have to ask God why it is…that when we aren’t near them…they start to lose themselves…”

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Maggie thrust her palm out, and an explosion of yellow flames shot from her body. It struck Miss Adelmann, who, her feet dug into the ground, was pushed back several feet.

“Not bad.”, Miss Adelmann said with a big smile. “No boo hiss for you this time, Maggie.”

“Whew...That was incredible…”, Maggie said. “I’ve never used that much Dying Will at once before…”

“Well, it’s something you’ll have to master by the time you fight Micaiah.”

Maggie looked around at her surroundings. Harsh sunlight pushed through the canopy of the trees overhead. All around her was trees for as far as she could see.

“A heart of air to dance through suffering…”, Maggie murmured.

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“Looks like sneaking wasn’t an option…”, Ben said, looking to the figure ahead of them.

“There’s only one of them.”, Nate said. “Statistically speaking, there are less of her than there are of us.”

“So…here we go…”, Milton said, stretching his arms.

At the edge of the woods was Micaiah, burning with Sun Flames.

“No mistakes, guys.”, Ben said.

“You’ve already broken that rule…”, Micaiah said, the flames around her flaring up. “You’ve come within my striking range…”

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