I watched the two kids playing in their yard. They looked to be 6, 7, 8, somewhere around there. Somewhere around my age. I wanted to run over and join in their game of hide and seek. I had never played the game, but I got the basic idea.
"Ari!" said the new Max, snapping me back into reality. "Stop your day-dreaming and get over here."
We were in a very nice suburban neighborhood. The school had sent us to get some info on Max's new hideout. It was a small house with a For Sale sign in front of it.
This was one of the few things I liked about being an Eraser freak. I got to be a spy, sort of. This was every other 7 year olds dream.
We moved closer to the house. Max II flew to a low branch. She was cool, but nothing at all like the original. She actually paid attention to me, but something about her I didn't like. I couldn't put my finger on it.
I pulled out my thermo-graphic binoculars, neat things, and took a look in the puny house. I saw only 4 figures. Who was missing?
"Hey Max," I whispered, "one of the freaks is missing."
"Who?" she answered back.
"How am I supposed to know?"
Just then, my stupid voice decided to speak up. It whispered, "Watch out"
As I processed the comment, a dark figure slammed into my side, knocking me onto the ground. Fang! I knew it as soon as he hit me. That jerk always screws up everything!
Max II saw the fight and dropped down onto his back. This surprised him long enough for me to kick him off me. He held his ribs as he fell back. I then started swinging my claws at him, another one of the few perks of being a freak. I'm Strong. I eventually made contact with his jacket. I felt the warmth of fresh blood under my now morphed claws. I was happy I hurt the jerk, I hated him.
Fang fell onto the ground. Max II kicked him a couple times more in his already hurt ribs. After she finished kicking the crap out of Fang, she took off before the rest of the flock could come to his side.
Max loved Fang! She had tried to kill me already. As I stood up I rubbed my now healed back, then I kicked the loser again in his ribs. I heard a loud crack coming from his body. I chuckled as I took off from my running start, leaving the broken Bird-Brat on the ground.
I pulled out my Game-Boy from my pocket. It was so cool. I was lucky Fang didn't break it. I played one of the best games ever the entire way back to the school.