Trying my hand at writing a crossover fanfiction, please go easy on me!
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Ch. 1
Max's P.O.V:
Pain radiated from behind my eyes and caused my head to throb. 'Max…Open your eyes Max' the voice urged gently, grimacing my displeasure as pain continued to pound against my temples.
'Max…Open your eyes' slowly I eased my eyes open, flinching from the harshness of the false lights.
'Wha…Where am I?' I thought sluggishly as I took in the "room". For a second, terror ran through me as I thought that I was back at the school.
'No Max. You're not at the school.'
Suppressing my urge to sigh in relief, I took in the white walls and dull gray linoleum floor. On the west wall was a large two-way mirror that almost took up the whole wall, the furnishings were dull and standard, a medium sized desk with a straight back chair, the bed which I was currently laying on was firm and the pillow lumpy, but I've slept on worse so I didn't complain. On the far side a solid metal door painted a darker but still dull gray was the only exit out.
'It's locked' I internally snorted 'Gee really? I never would have thought.'
Eyeing the two-way mirror distrustfully, I asked the voice if he could tell me what was going on. 'You mean you don't remember? Think back, your memory is a very important part of the brain Maximum.' Grimacing at the voice for not just telling me, I huffed and thought back to the last thing I remembered.
FLASH BACK
I was soaring above the clouds, keeping an eye on both the flock and any signs of trouble. "Hey Max…" I turned my head to look at Gazzy, who was flying below me. "Do you think we could stop and eat soon?" he asked as he held his growling stomach, looking over at Fang we shared a nod.
"Sure thing Gazzy, as soon as we see signs of a city or town we'll take a break" I said with a smile. Beaming back at me, Gazzy did a few happy loops and then flew over to Iggy and started a conversation on stink bombs and what was the best chemical mixture.
It didn't even feel like ten seconds after that when Erasers started swarming in all around us.
It never truly failed really. We would get a few days to maybe a few weeks of peace where Erasers weren't our first priority, where fighting techniques weren't the only thoughts running through our heads and have our bodies and minds pumped with so much adrenalin that we can absorb a crazy amount of detail and withstand a crazy amount of pain. And then, like a switch, all of that changes.
"IGGY ABOVE YOU! THIRTTEEN FEET!" I warned as I dodged another punch to the face.
Nudge was holding her own, flying over to fight with Iggy after she sent an Eraser spiralling with a solid right hook. Gazzy was holding his own along with Angel. Fang was fighting two Erasers at once and I was juggling between fighting my own set of Erasers and jumping in to help my flock when one of them looked over-whelmed.
"MAX!"
I whipped around after causing an Eraser to crash into his buddy, to see an Eraser wrap his arms in a vice like grip around her arms and wings.
"ANGEL!" I screamed in panic as I quickly delivered a knockout blow to my opponent and dive-bombed after her.
When I was practically on top of them, I put all the power I had and kicked the Eraser in the face, the force and momentum in the kick nocking the Erasers full body backward causing him to loosen his hold on Angel enough for her to slip out; delivering a kick of her own to his solar plexus and he started falling.
Smiling in relief that she was ok, I failed to notice that the Eraser grabbed a hold of my ankle.
