A/N- You totally thought this was an update didn't you, but sadly it is not.

Could this be? A rewrite!

Yes... Yes it could...

Okay. So, I was thinking about putting this back on my active stories list and I read it to get a feel for it, and I realized it was really bad. Major changes have been made. For starters, this chapter is almost 1000 words longer, and I will no longer be going POV crazy. Iggy will be first person, everyone else, third...

Enjoy the rewrite, and tell me what you think.

Iggy

Running, verb or an action word, I think it means some nonsense about recreation or an act that is faster than walking, but that's not an accurate definition.

An accurate definition would be more along lines of a survival tool, and the older I get, I find that I use this survival tool more than I use anything else other than oxygen.

Running, also happens the best way to avoid being kidnapped and mutated by an organization that wants nothing more than to ruin your day and to take the fuzz off your peach.

Overall, when you run anywhere it's because you have motivation, and normally my motivation is pretty terrifying.

Don't get me wrong, I like running just fine. It always came effortless to me. Even if I'm always tripping over some random obstacle, running was just one of things that I'm good at. It's kind of sad that I can't do it for just pure recreation, there has to be a reason, and normally there is. Just for an example, the reason I'm running through some god forsaken forest in England. Why? Because of The School, Erasers, and other misfortunate events that have ruled over my existence.

So, to also answer that other question buzzing around in your skulls of "Why are you in England?" The answer is, I have no clue. Max's voice is just "Hey go to Europe" and Max happily obliged. Don't get me wrong I love Max like a sister, but sometimes I really want to kill her.

However, my plans for killing Max would have to wait, because there was nothing I could do about anything with a group of bloodthirsty Erasers on my tail.

So, I ran. I ran faster than I ever had. Blood pounded in my ears and my blond hair stuck to my forehead dripping sweat into my eyes, making them sting. Branches and thorns seemed to tear at my clothing and my skin with each stride I took, and the taunting sounds of my pursuers rang through the night, never failing to send shiver down my spine. Their raspy voices would stay with me forever, as most sounds would, but tone they took... They didn't want to kill me... They wanted to play with me.

They wanted to be the Sylvester to my Tweety Bird.

A large explosion went off in the distance ripping out of my thoughts and the sudden noise added with the slight tremor of the ground sent me off balance, but luckily I didn't fall. Falling meant slowing down, and that's never a good idea in a situation like the one I was in.

"Ha!" I yelled as the erasers tripped my last land mine. Explosives seemed to just agree with me, but it seemed like The School's lackeys were not as fortunate. With a slight chuckle, I put on a burst of speed. After all, I had just blown up a few members of the Eraser entourage and it was a known fact that something like that set them off.

I had to get ahead while they regrouped. If I didn't I wouldn't be able to keep them at bay for much longer. I was tired, hungry, and ready for a nap in a nice oak tree. I hadn't had a break in hours, and it didn't seem like I would be getting a break anytime soon, but I couldn't get caught. Max and the others were counting on me to stay alive and stay safe. It was the least I could do for my family.

I needed a plan, but more importantly, I needed to get airborne.

It wasn't the safest route with the thunder and scent of rain in the air, but it was better than the alternative. The only problem I was facing was the lack of a place to take off. Forest were notorious for small birds. Large ones, not so much.

It was almost as if someone had heard my thoughts and took pity on me because not a minute later I stumbled into a clearing. I had no idea how big it was, but the sudden appearance of wind gave me a hint. It meant that there were no trees to use as wind breakers. I would've guessed the open space about the size of a soccer field.

The only thing I knew was that the grass was tall enough to touch my knees, and that I was about to get the hell out of Dodge.

I spread my wings and mumbled one of Gazzy's favorite jokes under my breath. "Houston, we are ready for take off."

It always seemed to make him smile when I said it, and the sudden flash of nostalgia hit me like a train. I wanted to remember, but it wasn't the time to get sentimental. It was the time to leave before I died.

I extended my wings to there full length and felt the familiar rush of air push against my feathers. At that moment, I wished more than anything that I could see people's faces if they saw me there. I mean cause seeing a six foot two mutant bird kid with goldish color wings sanding in the moon light when the countryside is on the brink of a storm would freak someone out majorly any day of the week.

I chuckled darkly, letting the the visual image form in my mind. Then, without anymore distractions, I began my take off, when a sound behind me erupted in the night. I knew it was a gun shot, and before I could even start to hope that whoever had shot at me was a terrible aim, pain ran throughout my left wing like wild fire, sending me crashing to the ground. I was vaguely aware of some other issue that was hurting me, but I couldn't focus on it. My wing hurt. Everything just had to be difficult for me that day.

It annoyed me to no end, but I knew there was no way that would be flying anytime soon.

So, I tried to get up to face my approaching attackers. I pushed myself off the ground, and clenched my teeth to bite back the pained scream that was building in my throat. I didn't make it very far when I crumbled back to the ground. Of course my only other serious injury would be to my leg. I must have twisted it wrong when I crash landed.

"Suck it up Iggy." I growled to myself, and once again I tried to get up, with the same results. I cursed under my breath and was going for round three, when the Erasers finally made their presence known.

"Looky here boys," A heard one say, his voice made me laugh. It wasn't the same as the voices that had yelled and chased me through the night. His voice was higher pitched, comical even. It also sounded familiar. Then, it hit me... Oh my god he sounds like a freakin chipmunk.

Not a second after that thought I had crossed my mind I began laughing. I probably sounded like someone out of a mental institution, but I couldn't stop. Whether because of his voice or because of the sleep deprivation had finally taken hold, was still undetermined.

"What's so funny freak." The same Eraser asked, making me laugh harder than before. My ribs were protesting and my lungs felt like they were about to exploded, but that still didn't stop me.

"Your voice sounds like a chipmunk." I wanted to say something else with my snarky comment, but a little voice in my head that sounded strangely like Max said Don't do it, that mouth of your's will just get you into trouble. Woops, too late I thought to the voice as I said, "Did you choke on a squeaky toy?." Not just the chipmunk Eraser growled at that one. I counted eight different tones. So eight of them, Looks like my last bomb did more damage then I initially thought. I must have taken out at least five with one blow. Not bad if for a makeshift bomb made with things found in your friendly neighborhood janitors closet.

My self praise was short lived, however, when a steal toed boot made contact with my ribs. I could have sworn I heard something snap, but I clenched my teeth. I will not give them the satisfaction of them hearing me scream. I said internally. Looks like that last comment went a bit to far, but as far as I could tell I would become a punching bag no matter which way you looked at it.

"I've heard five year olds with manly voices than yours." I mumbled in my pained daze, not even realizing what I had said until the words left my mouth. Oh, stupid stupid stupid stupid. Another kick made contact with my side. I tried to curl up in a ball but my leg hurt like, pardon my French, HELL.

Then, another came shortly after. Without being able to hold it back any longer, an "oof" made its way through my lips. Then another kick, and another, and another. I lost count of how many came, but in the end I was screaming. I didn't know if I was begging for them to stop or cursing them and their mothers, but I hoped it was the latter option.

The kicking eventually stopped and all that could be heard was my wheezing and my coughing up of what tasted like blood. They apparently had gotten their kicks because no one touched me. They just left me bleeding a broken on the ground while they prepared the transport to take me to whatever fresh experiments they had planned.

A rough hand grabbed my hair and my hands went instinctively to my head, and I found myself touching a rough, hairy hand. If I weren't trying to retain a small ounce of my dignity I would've screamed like a little girl confronted with a spider and for lack of better a word, flipped out.

I briefly wondered what the Eraser could possibly be doing when with a sharp tug, he forced me upright and onto my knees. A groan escaped through my lips as pressure was put on my leg, and I couldn't even put up a struggle as another eraser grabbed my arms and tied them behind my back with multiple zip ties. Some of ties even broke the skin on my wrists and I felt blood slowly drip from the shallow cuts.

I felt tears sting in the corners of my eyes and all I could think about was how much I hated them. The erasers only laughed at my display.

They wouldn't have laughed at Max...

Anger suddenly replaced my fear, and I pin pointed the leader of the pack, and stared him down. Just like Max would have. They needed to know that they couldn't break me, and I would be more than happy to show them that.

The laughing died almost immediately because they had all read the reports, I was the blind kid, 6'3", reddish-blond hair, and the weakest member of our merry band of mutants. I wasn't supposed to be able to stare anyone down. I wasn't supposed to be able to grin evilly like a child from a horror movie. I wasn't wasn't supposed to scare them, but I did, and I loved it.

"How does he do that? The report said he was blind." I would have given almost anything to see the expression on his messed up face, but I couldn't. I had get my giggles in a different way. Leaving me only one option, to laugh in the face of danger. Which was exactly what I did, and the Erasers were not happy.

The one that had grabbed my hair forced me upright in a standing position and another punched my stomach. I tried I really did, to take the grin off my face, but I just couldn't. My exhausted state finally took the better of me, letting me give into my delirium, because of this, the beating continued.

The last thing I felt was a gust of wind then the punch that knocked me unconscious, and that was a small mercy.

Director's POV

"Have you captured the experiment?" The Director asked the Eraser through his standard issue communicator. His voice was deep and menacing and he could practically hear the creature on the other side of the line cowering at his tone.

"Yes, sir." Was the beast's response. Brief, quick, and it was obvious that speaking one on one with his superior was making him nervous. Excellent, it was just the way it should be.

"Were there any complications?" He asked and he started tapping his fingers across his desk in indifference.

"It has been shot, sir." This Eraser said gently, terrified of what his reaction would be. A smile crossed the man's face at the fear in his voice.

"Who did it?"

"The Beta, sir." The Director thought for a moment of what to do. He couldn't let insubordinate behavior go unpunished. The only option he had was to...

"Kill him."

"Which one, sir. The Beta or the experiment?"

"Both."

A/N- Well... What do you think?

To all those people who were with me before the rewrite and liked it... I hope this doesn't make you want to throw things at me. I would love to know what you think... Please? For cookies? Really big cookies? (Warning: Not actual cookies will be given out.)