Arma Guerra Dei Bambini -pt 2-

I flew for an hour or two before I left the empty land behind and began to fly over the light polluted city. I was almost blinded from the fierceness of the lights. Hissing, I landed on top of a building and went to the edge. I put one booted foot onto the edging and leaned out to look below, pulling my wings back into my skin. Even from high up, I could see each person walking the street. Though they thought they were hidden, I could tell which of these people Weapon children were. Humans, since our creation, were no longer allowed tattoos with animals designs for fear of being mixed up with the children. My arm balanced on my knee, I stared at these people. They were smiling on the phone, hanging out and laughing with their friends. It sickened me and caused me great anger. These people were all happy and enjoying life while my own people died for them. They don't even care that children with no parents, with no life, are forced into monstrosity and into war. As long as it doesn't bother them, they're happy.
With a small growl, I picked up one of the loose piece of concrete off the roof and stepped onto the ledge, clutching the rock tightly. I raised my arm with a snarl making its way through my clenched teeth. "Demetra." I heard a calm voice from behind. A rough but gentle hand calm to rest over mine that was clutching the rock, another arm going around my waist. "You've got such a nasty attitude Demy." The voice said again. A smile came to me as I recognized the voice, my grip on the concrete loosening. "Yeah, I know I do. Sorry Max." I said softly and looked back a little to see the owner of the voice.
My golden eyes met with soft violet ones. Max was my age, nineteen. He had short and shaggy blond hair that was extremely pale, almost white. The corners of his lips were curved upward into a small, sweet smile. The arm around my waist held me strongly against him, he had muscles that he always showed off, I could feel his six pack on the bare skin on my back and through his thin shirt. Though anyone could look at him and see him as a normal person, he was just like me. From his right wrist up to his elbow he had the swirling design of a cheetah. He was one of the three that was allowed away from the fighting. He was used for message traveling. If technology was out or if they needed something taken to someone, his speed and strength was used.
Max and I had been close, we had grown up in the training facility together. He was practically the only one I was close too, well, besides the third of our party. With another smile, he slowly let me go and stood only a bit away from me as I stepped down from the edge, my ears and teeth receded back and my canine teeth sheathed themselves again. "I saw you fly in and thought I'd meet you up here, since this is where you usually come when you come back into town." He said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. I smiled back, letting the rock slip from my grasp and fall to the ground with a small clack. "I'm glad you did, otherwise I would have hit one of the people down there." I said with a light laugh.
Max shook his head, his blond locks falling into his face as he walked to edge beside me. He looked down and studied them all silently. "I can see why you would want to. Know you and your peace loving ways." He stated. A sigh escaped me as I looked up. The clouds had grown darker to black, the stars and moon hidden. A small drop of rain fell. "Yes, a peace that will never come." I said absentmindedly. "No, never say never." He replied. "But I am only one person…only one War child. I cant go up against a full government." I said, still staring up. I put my hand on my temple, tangling my fingers in my hair as I felt my barcode burn slightly. "None of us can. We are owned by them, only items. Toys to the Children that hold this place by a leash. They play with us and when one is broken, it is forgotten as new ones come along." Max explained, still staring down.
He was right. To the Government, we were known only as weapons with no sense of feeling. Those people did what they wanted with us and some of us didn't care. They never saw themselves in creation. They thought their lives were owed to the Government. Only a few saw it differently, and those that did didn't speak up for fear of what would happen. They were afraid. So was I. I saw what these people did to these children and said nothing, did nothing except harbor my hatred. It's all I could do. I was one in a million projects and that was not enough to go up against Them.
More rain fell but I still stared at the sky, losing myself in these corrupt thoughts. It was Max that brought me out of it when I heard him sneeze. Looking to him, I saw he was drenched. He was grinning as he looked at me. "Want to race back to HQ?" He asked. I smirked at him as I stood back and let my wings unfurl from me back. "Have at you Max." I grinned. He returned the expression as the marks traveled up his arm to his shoulder and to the side of his face. Two cheetah ear appeared atop his head and slowly a tail swished behind him. Three imprints of whiskers appeared on either side of his face. The muscles on his arms and legs stood out more. "Oh, I tend to." He chuckled. With that, he ran to the ledge and jumped off, landing effortlessly on the other side. He laughed as he quickly kept doing so.
I smirked as I ran to the edge and jumped down. My arms outstretched as if diving into a pool. When I felt I had enough free fall, I expanded my arms and wings out to whoosh past the top of cars as I hovered in the air. With a few flaps of my bat wings, I returned to the sky not far above Max. He was still laughing as he ran. Damn the boy was quick! I had to laugh as well as my flight took me ahead of him. In the end, I got back to HQ first though I dreaded entering the place.