This chapter is pretty long as I added a bit at the end. Since I edited it a bit it seems quite fidgety. I welcome critiques gladly!
Edit: I shortened it.
There were sirens blasting from the corners of cells and hallways but Hydra stood still; looking solemnly at the man wearing the silky cloak and hood pulled up. She could hear the distant howls from the other prisoners, happy that they were being given such a lucky opportunity. Hydra, however, knew there was a catch.
“So? You’re breaking me out for what exactly?” She asked.
She could sense the man under the cloak smile slightly. “Well, since you’re a Myth, we want you to be part of The Head of The Bloody X’s,” He pauses. “The other prisoners are just going to be the soldiers.”
If she had eyebrows, they’d be raised right now.
“Don’t try to deny your powers, Miss, I can tell by that pretty little face of-” He was cut short by Hydra’s strong grasp on the neck of his cloak.
She pressed her turquoise face close to his so that the sides of his hood were tickling the sides of her face. “Don’t you dare. Unless you want my lovely scales to meet your skin.”
He didn’t feel intimidated by this physical force, he just continued. “You know you want to join us. It’s either joining us or the opposing team or you being killed by us or the opposing team. You choose” He put his arms up in a surrendering position, the sleeves of his cloak dropping down to his elbows, revealing his sickly, pale-almost-green skin.
“Are you one too? Are you a Myth?” Hydra asked.
He hesitated. “No. The Leader just hired me.”
“Leader…?”
“Mane, Leader of The Bloody X’s,” He quickly added “Make your mind up, we don’t have time. The police will be here soon.”
“Show me your face.”
The man in the cloak shrugged and pulled down his hood, revealing his cheaply-dyed black straight hair which snaked down his shoulders and back to reach his waist. The eyes which looked at Hydra were a cold grey; they were tough, demanding, angry eyes.
Hydra licked her blue, scaly lips, smiled and replied; “Sure.”
Metis, a Myth who had supernatural intelligence hurried into the room as Serpia sipped at a glass of wine. She looked over at the young Asian boy wearing the cloak; she decided it didn’t suit him.
“Miss…Serpia…” He said between breaths, he’d obviously been running from wherever he was. “An Australian prison was broken into!”
Serpia raised her eyebrows and ran her finger through her long hair. She frowned at the ends which were still stained from the cheap purple hair dye and promised herself that she would dye it again.
“This soon?” She mumbled “Thank you for that piece of information, Metis, you can get back to your weapons now.”
“Thanks, Miss,” He said and hurried out of the room.
Serpia stood up from her chair and walked around the cheaply-furnished room.
“It’s not too bad, is it?” She but failed to convince herself. “Fine, it’s a terrible base but it’s hidden and the rest is spacious.”
She had to find some more recruitments, she thought as she left the room and walked through the labyrinth of corridors until she reached the right one.
Inside, Metis was hunched over a desk, scribbling something down a piece of paper. He looked over his shoulder when she entered, then jumped up and smiled weakly.
“Metis, I want you to tell the soldiers that we’re starting a mission this evening.”
“Of course, Serpia, I’ll go and inform them right this minute.”
But as he walked past her, she tapped his arm. “I need some weapons by then, too, get it done.” And she left the room.
* * *
The glaive was beautiful; the handle was made from a tough dark wood. It was decorated with metal spikes before the sharp, shining blade at the top of the pole. Serpia caressed her new weapon happily.
“And since you said you were such a good swordswoman, I got you this…” Metis handed her a bronze scabbard. Her grey eyes twinkled with glee as she rested the glaive against the wall and carefully held the scabbard. Slowly, she pulled out the Schiovana.
“Oh my…” She breathed and observed the beautifully crafter weapon in her hand. She practiced the guard position before belting the scabbard and sword onto her cloak. “Have you made any firearms and explosives for the army?”
Metis nodded eagerly. “I gave the load to them before I got here.”
She nodded and looked down at the floor, then left the room and approached the preparation room crowded with twenty-or-so men and woman armed with guns and canisters. When she entered the room, it suddenly became silent. Serpia began:
“Now, several of you will go first and blow up on side of the wall and then you run back to the meeting point. The second wave will go next with their explosives and run back to the meeting point. I and another seven will go next, blowing up a wall and infiltrating the prison. The previous fourteen will then enter the prison after we enter first. Got that much?” She asked, looking around the room. When there was silence she continued “Right, when we’re in there, we shoot or blow up any doors and the prisoners will exit gladly. Make sure they go into the truck, got it? The driver will drop them into the forest where they’ll run through and enter another truck which will then transport them here.”
Serpia looked around at the measly humans then exited the room, the soldier following.
The prison was quite big, around one thousand prisoners in there but the truck was huge and Serpia was sure around six-hundred could be able to fit in there and the rest would probably just run after it. Although, that wouldn’t be the best scenario. Who cares? One thousand prisoners with machine guns facing a few hundred coppers?
The first seven were positioned at the doorway of the old warehouse, waiting for Serpia’s word to go. In their hands were home-made explosives capable of blowing up a small part of a wall. One of the seven had a match box and was the one to set them all off.
Serpia observed the prison out of the window and then yelled: “GO! GO! GET OUT THERE!”
And they were off, she saw them place the canisters down onto the ground and run back into the warehouse. The woman with the matchbox struck a match and hurriedly lit the canisters fuses, then fled back through the warehouse’s door.
Serpia watched intently, the fuses getting shorter and shorter until…
Boom!
The bombs explode and the second wave of soldiers run past the cloud, put the canisters down onto another side of the building, light them and then run back. The fuses are shorter on these explosives and in just three seconds the explosives blow, causing a cloud of smoke to rift away from the wall and leave a scattered pile of debris. Serpia jumps up and runs with the twenty-or-so soldiers through the cloud and leaps through the exploded walls. Small bombs are placed infront of the cell doors and blown off their hinges; the white corridors of the prison suddenly turn dirty and echo the loud bangs going off everywhere. There are screams and shouts and cries of joy as waves of prisoners leap out of the holes in the walls and make their way to the trucks.
“Go to the trucks and follow the instructions there!” The soldiers shout.
It’s going splendidly and faster than Serpia had expected. Then an unfamiliar sound erupts in the prison, the sound of gun shots. She dives to the ground and holds up her hands, concentrating. The guards of the prison, the ones who had fired their shot sound confused; they’re murmuring to themselves. Serpia lifts up her head and smiles. A dozen bullets are hovering in mid-air. She slams her palms down and they all drop.
“Fire!” She screams and leaps back up, gun shots fill the air.
The corridors aren’t even corridors anymore, the cells all merge to become on huge room. Serpia walks into one cell to find a young girl standing up and staring at her.
“Why are you breaking all of us out?” She asks, confidently.
Serpia looks at the girl with her long auburn hair and replies. “What are your powers?”
The girl purses her lips and thinks before answering carefully. “Self sustenance…yours?”
Serpia smiled. “I can manipulate air. You’re a Myth, I would like you to join the Head. I’m using all the human prisoners as soldiers for the army but you seem talented.”
“Why do you need an army?” She asks.
“I’m fighting against another side, he declared a duel. I’ll explain it when we have more time, come.” Serpia beckons.
“It’s getting me out of prison, I‘m not going to decline an offer like that.” The girl follows Serpia as she steps out of the hole in the wall, prisoners are cramming into the truck, and the other has already left. “I’m not getting into that.”
Serpia smiles at the girl “Of course not, you can come with me.”
The shopping centre waiting room is packet full of dirty criminals. They talk and laugh to themselves as they are handed their uniform of a simple tunic, trousers and a black padded jacket. Soon they will have a proper base, once they take over more land. But it’s not time for that yet, that’d make it too easy for the measly England government to capture them. Once the army and Head grows, once they make more weapons and once they are trained; then Serpia will snatch the land and everything on it from the humans. But not yet, no, not yet…
In the Head room a tall, pretty girl with auburn hair was standing, waiting for Serpia. She played with her short floral dress and rubbed her bare calf. She looked young but her eyes were those of a murderer; angry and yearning for blood. Metis didn’t think much of her, she was too girly in his opinion but Serpia told him to bring all the Myths he could to join The Head. He stood awkwardly in the room with the girl standing beside the cabinet.
“What can you do?” She asked him, her voice was confident, a voice Metis didn’t like.
“I’m clever.” He replied bluntly.
“Oh,” She replied, rubbing her arm slowly “I don’t need to eat, drink, sleep or go to the bathroom. Cool, huh?”
Metis ignored her and hoped for Serpia to come and assign her a job soon.
“What’s your name?” She asked, breaking the precious silence.
Metis sighed quietly. “Metis, you? Not your real one, we have to make an alias,”
“Really?” She replied, looking up. “Well then…I want to be called Pheme.”
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