Cyrus Noble Chapter 15

The Psychic Commander instantly turned his guns to the second group of mutants, for now, away from us. It fired, and there was only a crater where they were standing. The crowd cheered in approval. A bird flew from where it was perched and was now flying around the cage, avoiding the small arms fire from the Commander. I was surprised to see that the shots didn't hit the audience, instead, it faded into an invisible wall. It must have been similar technology to our cages. The bird cried out. I think it was a type of eagle. Obviously, Bishop didn't have a thing for patriotism. The bird landed on my shoulder. I expected the talons to dig into my skin and cause me to bleed, but it didn't. I looked at it real quick to see the talons gripped tightly, but it didn't puncture anything. The talons seemed to go smoothly over my shoulder. I didn't have time to marvel at the handiwork, the tank-thing turned its attention over to us. I had to scream, "Split up guys!" And we all dove out of the way just in time to avoid the blast. I extended my fangs and nails, only to have them shrink back again in response to the collar's shock. These collars are keeping us from fighting. Magnet can't use his magnetic abilities to get them off. Megan tried to rip hers off in the van, but it shocked her so badly she barely had any strength left. I said, "Jazz! We need to get these off!" She looked at me and shook her head. "Its tracking my brain pattern! I can't tinker with it while I have it on me!" The Commander started with the small arms fire, which sent us running in all directions. I had to think. I had to think of some way to get these things off! Wait. Thing could still use his acid thing on the wall. Why didn't it shock him? I yelled, "Thing! I mean, Gabriel!" Thing looked at me with his big yellow eye. I said, "Touch the collars! I need you to touch the collars!" He was on the ground next to Megan since they both dove in the same direction. He looked at her and slithered his deformed hands over her collar and he even swiped his hand over the harness. By the time Megan noticed what he was doing and could freak out, the collar fell off and so did the harness. She stood up and stretched out her fourteen foot, leathery wings. The crowd pointed and stared and asked questions. "What is that?" "Is she supposed to do that?" "Looks like we'll be getting some extra entertainment!" Megan took to the air and swooped in for a swinging kick to get the Tank-man's attention. It worked, and now she was flying around the room, the Psychic Commander shooting everything its got at her. Thing made his way over to a wary looking Jazz, but she let him swipe his slimy, scaly hands over her collar. He then got Magnet, Sara, Viktor, Longarm, and then me. Now we are all in the game. Thankfully, they neglected to take Jazz's belt. She took out a small rod, which extended into a javelin. She threw it at the tank. The Psychic turned his head to the projectile and the javelin changed direction, raising over his head at the same regular speed. It exploded once it passed by. He grunted in surprise and the tank fell over on its side. Jazz said, "I only had one of those! It was my best shot at taking him out!" I turned to her. "Then how about letting us know about it next time?" Sara came to me in my mind, Cyrus! His mind is too strong. I can't do any damage, but I can keep from causing us to panic. OK Sara, keep up the good work. I said aloud, "Guys! Surround him! He's powerless now!" Megan landed behind him. Longarm, Viktor, Magnet, and Thing got on each side of him. Jazz, Sara, and I stood in front of him. We all formed a circle about ten feet away from him in all directions. The Psychic Commander had found a way to righten itself. Now, the real fight begins.