"Well, I have to say, I'm impressed. You've only been here a week and you're already the best fighter we've seen. You'll make a great draculoid," Korse says with a somewhat nice grin. I really don't get it. When will he get it through his thick skull that I hate him? Why he seems to like me more than any other operatives at BLi, I have no idea. I mean, I always thought I was a bit of a cynic, yet Korse, Erie, and just about everyone else here loves me. I guess it's because they don't really trust people, either, but I express it when they can't. In the week since Drac 451 saved me/ condemned me and brought me here, I've shown everyone that I have great aim for a nearsighted genetic experiment. When I was 13, I was kidnapped and injected with blackbird DNA. The radiation has affected my wing design, allowing me to change my wings to any color or design I like. That, and the fact that now I can control fire. And ice. Which, let's face it, is awesome. And I know that I'm pretty damn lucky, because I showed up here at age 19. That's only lucky because I aged out of the brainwashing system. Appearanty, the minute you turn 18, whatever the hell they use to brainwash these poor kids doesn't work on you anymore. I give Korse a heavily sarcastic "Thanks," and report to Erie. "You wanted me?" I ask. "Yes. I've given it much consideration, and I think it's about time..." Erie says, then hesitates at the end. "Think it's about time to... what? Fly over the zones to see where the Killjoys are?" I ask, thinking she'll take it as a joke. "Well, yes, actually, that is what I would like you to do," she replies carefully. "What!? You know just as well as anyone that I'm staying neutral in this war, not helping you or them. I was just using this as a place to recover.I'm planning on heading back home soon. My little sister needs me. We have a war of our own to fight. I can't help you," I tell her, at first furious, then exhausted. I was supposed to be headed to the Capitol when I came here, then somehow ended up here. "Please," Erie pleads. "We really need you, and it'll be a while before we can get you home." "Fine," I say after a long pause. I go change into my BLi Guy T-shirt and black acid-wash skinny jeans and head over the desert. Wha..? Was that a car crash? Oh, sh-- "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Someone screams from below me. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go check it out...
