Hi,this is my second fanfict and im realy excited about this one! Iv been playing it over in my head for soo o so long. Everything here is mine. Its got nothing to do with Maximum Ride,sorry. But my other story is about maximum ride! why dont u take a look at it? you might like it!

I gulp down lungfuls of air. My brain is on hyper drive ; I'm running for my life. My one goal is to escape. Nothing else matters. My arms being scratched to ribbons by branches that I'm running through? No biggie. My bare feet hitting every sharp rock, rough root, pointed stick? Not a problem. My lungs aching for air? I could deal.

But the Hunters? Oh no, not one bit of courage I had left after I first saw them. Right now they were after me. 'Shift. If you shift, you could either outrun them, or rip their butts to shreds', a little voice I like to call my thoughts, directed in my head.

But I can't shift, because they will see me. They aren't shooting at me with their guns because its only a theory in their heads. They are trying to catch me so that they CAN prove that I'm one, then kill me. Not fun.

Totally fair. Right? Wrong!It's so unfair. I'm only 15 for freaking crying out loud. Not the normal age for a girl to be running from pursuers. I should be at home,brushing my teeth,getting ready for bed. This is the total oppisite.

My arms pump by my sides, my feet crashing through underbrush, my eyes scanning anxiously through the light that's escaping the canopy of trees. I could outrun them. I could find a spot hidden enough for me to-

Oh no. Oh no. The unearthly baying of bloodhounds on the scent wailed through the trees, and I feel sick. I could outrun the hunters, but I can't outrun dogs.

'Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day ', I sing in my head. They are getting closer. Dim light filters in through the woods in front of me. A nearby town? A town could save me. I could hide in a random house or lose the Hunters in a mass of people. I burst through the trees, chest heaving, a thin sheen of cold sweat on my skin.

'Yes!', I think. but I'm dead wrong. I ran strait into a farmer's field full of pumpkins. There is not place to hide. No hiding spot could mean my death. In back of me are woods filled with drooling bloodhounds and psyco Hunters. Both options suck.

The dogs are yelping excitedly-they've found their prey: me.

I take one look behind me, at the savage hounds, the shiny guns, and sprint into the field. The Hunters let the dogs loose,taking off their leashes. They race after me,I imagine smirks on their faces. I squish several pumpkins in my wake, making me feel guilty.

Dare I look. The dogs are a dozen feet behind me. I stumble over a pumpkin vine and fall to my knees. The slavering canines attack me,clawing at my skin. I cry out in pain. These dogs were absolutly not the type that layed in front of a fire,on a rug,and listened to their owner's rockingchair squeak. No,these were vicious mutts. Bred for nothing but to kill. The ironic thing though,is that my grandmother used to own a type of dog like this. Whatever,back to the crisis.

I make a 1 second decision: I shift into my snow leopard form. Yes, that's right. I'm a werecat. This is why the Hunters are after me. I could scare, hurt,or kill anyone i encounter. But I don't! Im not like that.

Werecats are the opposites of werewolves. They change while the moon if full,and we change while its empty. Werewolves can be any type of canine. Wolf, chihuahua, coyote, hyena, fox, etc. Same with werecats. We could be any feline. And the Hunters want every werecat to be destroyed.

I hiss at the dogs and they back away but don't leave. The Hunters emerge from the woods and one of them blows a whistle. The dogs go to him and roll on the ground at his feet like puppies. Pathetic.

The Hunter walks over to me, a boy around my age follows. He is about to say something but the older Hunter interupts him. "No Christophr. Go back to your older sister and the rest. This one isn't yours ",he says and shoves the kid toward the other Hunters.

The Hunter in front of me aims his rifle at me. Then, all of a sudden, a loud roar interupted the Hunter. A huge lion comes out of nowhere and tackles the Hunter to the ground. This was the lion that found me and told me what i was. He had offered me a place in his Pride but I had refused. I dont want to be a werecat. I think of werecats as them an not us. I don't like what I am. I'm just waiting to find an anidote. A benchwarmer.

The Hunter gets up and scrambles for his gun. Gwendor knocks it out of reach. "Back off, Hunter ",he says in a gruff voice." Follow me ",he tells me. We start running away from the hunters and dogs. But two of the Hunters have a laser pointed on the lion and me. He doesn't see it, but I do. "The guns! ",I yell in fear. I bump into th lion, but one of the Hunters pulls the trigger before he can even react.

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