A/N: I decided not to continue the SYOC story because I wasn't getting enough reviews. Here is the first chapter. (P.S. I do not own Max Ride!) NO FLAMES PLEASE! If you don't like it don't read it! Constructive criticism is welcome. I only want it to be better. ENJOY!
Fury's POV
Flashback
I ran. I did think, just ran. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and those filthy white coats as possible. I had finally escaped and freedom was within my grasp. I was so thankful that girl, Max, the wolf man had called her before the dark guy had led me out of the sewers and into the open air.
"Stay or go?" he asked, not one to waste words. I thought for a moment contemplating my options.
"Go," I replied, picking up the mutant in his arms and cradling it. "Can you walk?" I asked it gently. It nodded. I set it down and it began to toddle away. I followed it without a backward glance at the guy.
We made pretty good progress. Fit mutants helping the weak ones. We fled across the square. We had just rounded the corner when the shouts reached us. Terror shot through me and I urged my little group to go faster. But even the fittest are no match for the Erasers.
They caught up within a few minutes and surrounded us. Teeth snapping and snarling they began to grab mutants and stuff them into the cages they were carrying. Soon, I was the last one left standing. The captured mutants whimpered in their cages, sobbing in defeat. I backed up, away from the Erasers, only to hit another one standing with his back to a wall covered with graffiti. I was trapped. The only way out was up
The largest one stepped forward, his breath smelled like rotting meat and dried blood. He lunged at me and grabbed at me. I whipped open my wings and pushed off from the ground. He tackled open air.
"SOMEBODY GET HER, NOW!" the lead white coat yelled. I tried as hard as I could to gain more altitude, but my wings were cramped from all the days of being trapped in the cage. One of the Erasers lunged and grabbed my rising ankle. He began to drag me downward. I struggled but was no match for his incredible strength.
I writhed in his grasp and, almost accidently, kicked him in the face. I used the moment from the kick to push off higher into the sky. The Eraser had loosened his grip on my ankle, so I shook it free and sped into the sky. As soon as I was out of reach,
I turned to look down at the Erasers. I wanted to save the others, and I felt bad about having to desert them, but I was only ten. What could I do?
-END-
I woke with a shudder and instinctively rubbed my ankle. I looked up into the thick twining branches of the pine tree I had slept under. I sighed.
Five years had passed, but I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The day I had escaped and they didn't. I blinked back tears as I wondered about the fate of those mutants. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wiped my brown eyes and glaring at the tree, I kicked a pinecone into another tree. I hated seeming vulnerable even if it was just to a tree.
I looked around me. No Erasers. No white coats. Just nature. I sighed. I loved nature, but sometimes I wished for human company. I pushed aside the thought as I rose from the forest floor.
It was so peaceful and serene here, with lots of big trees to climb. I clambered up the very tree under which I had spent the night. It was a tall pine whose branches had twisted and intertwined making it a difficult climb. By the time I was half way up, my fingers were coated in pine sap. When I reached the sturdy branch, I sat down. Leaning back against the tree, I opened my backpack. I rummaged around inside, looking for something edible to curb my hunger. I came upon an energy bar and a water bottle
I quickly scarfed down the bar, began hunting for another one. No such luck. I groaned and threw my empty bottle at a tall oak tree. It hit it with a less than satisfying thunk. I was so unlucky to run out of food now, in the middle of Nowhere, Maine. But, I thought to myself, at least I'm alive.
"And Erasers haven't attacked me in a while," I thought aloud.
"Then you're way overdue for an attack, sweetheart," A greasy voice sneered from behind me. I spun around.
"Who's there?" I called into the blackness, purposely trying to sound terrified while I plotted my next move.
"Oh, I think you know, Ry-Ry," the taunting voice replied. I barely had time to process the voice before he jumped out of the bushes. Matt had been my very best friend in the school when we were little. He had always been a carefree and happy child, even in the school. He hadn't been experimented on yet, but he knew it was coming.
One day, he had gone away for experimenting and had never come back. I used to see him in the halls, but I never knew it was him until he spoke. I thought he was just another Eraser. It was a different raspier version of his voice, but it was him none the less. He had smirked at me and said
"Like my new look, Ry-Ry." Ry-Ry, pronounced Ree-Ree was his nickname for me because he knew I hated it. The two nicknames I hate most are Ry-Ry and Furry. Ry-Ry I hated because it was babyish and Furry, which yes he did call me sometimes, I hated for obvious reasons.
I leaped into the pine tree as soon as he sprang from the bushes along with two other Erasers. One carried a black body bag and the other a syringe, obviously filled with sedative. I looked down on them and said conversationally,
"The air is nice up here, you should join me." I smirked down on them, taking in their bulking over-size bodies and their stench of rotting flesh. The one with the syringe smirked, showing teeth crusted with dried blood and embedded with pieces of rotting flesh. Then, he threw the syringe with surprisingly good aim toward my heart.
It missed, landing the trunk of the tree with a thunk, right next to my arm.
"Oh, come on! Is that the best you have in you? It takes more than that to beat me!" I cried, chucking pinecones down into their ugly smelly faces. Matt grimaced as he deflected yet another spiky pinecone before beginning to climb with surprising speed up my tree.
"Here little birdie!" he crowed, as he leapt for another branch. Luckily for me, that branch was very skinny and easily broke under his weight. I clambered higher, knowing that, up here, the branches were very small and threatened to break under my weight of 95 pounds. There was no way a 200 pound Eraser could get up here. Matt mistakenly stepped on anther skinny branch and tumbled down onto the waiting blanket of pine needles. Sadly, he had not been farther up. He stood, rubbing the back of his head.
"Does the little puppy have a boo-boo?" I crooned sarcastically before sneering, "Well, too bad for him." Caught up in my victory, I leaped for a higher branch. It crumbled beneath my weight sending me tumbling through the tree.
Twigs cut my face and I hit branches full of pinecones on my seemingly endless fall to the ground. I know if I whip out my wings, they will be cut by the branches. I attempt to grasp a thick branch and succeed. Hanging from the tree like a schoolchild on the monkey bars, I surveyed my surroundings.
Oh God, no! My feet were only a few feet off the ground and the Erasers surrounded me, awaiting Matt's orders.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, YOU DIPSTICKS!" he screamed, frothing at the mouth. I could sense his excitement. It's just plain sickening.
"The first time that you do something right and your partners are going to fail it for you!" I taunted. It becomes too much for one Eraser and he grabbed me, while Matt rummaged in his coat for something.
"I never come without a backup," he sneered, drawing out another syringe. I watched the glistening liquid swirl in the tube before he stabbed it into my arm. I writhed helplessly in the super strength of the Eraser, before weakening and sinking to the ground. The other Eraser grabbed me and began to stuff my limp, helpless form into the black body bag. Out of nowhere, a pair of black buckle boots slammed into the head of the Eraser. My vision blurs and blacks out.
A/N: So what, you do think of it? It my first try so I need your help here! REVIEW PLEASE!
