A/N: Hey people! This story isn't great, but please R&R! The story's linked with FireIce's story Maximum Ride: Australasian Invasion ! Well, the Voice is in underlined italics and Aderyn's thoughts in plain italics. Uh... read Australasian Invasion!
Touch wood
Obediently I dropped into a crouch, bracing myself on the hard wooden floor. A tranquilizer dart embedded itself in the wall behind me. I hadn't noticed the shadowed figure a couple of hundred metres away. Soft whirring clicks were made as they loaded another dart into the gun. I started scrambling away along the floor, weaving between the misshapen pillars that cluttered the room. I had been loose in the Erasers' U&A Training Area for nearly thirteen minutes.
Rabbit proof fence, Aderyn
It took a moment to figure that one out, a moment I knew I'd have to pay for later.
A rabbit proof fence… you go over it!
I swerved left, no longer hugging the floor, and bounded onto a low six-foot platform. Landing hard, I rolled into a jump and swung myself onto a higher column. By now I was panting, having been at these antics for longer than was comfortable.
What now?
Of course the voice inside my head found this the perfect time to go mute. If you don't find that sentence weird, you have some serious issues.
Turns out I didn't have to decide what to do anyway.
A hulking Eraser/Robot slammed into the side of the pillar, cracking it through the middle. The dumb thing then started trying to climb up by digging its claws in but its weight had more than a slight consequence. The pillar fell down.
The Eraser/Thing (along with three of its buddies) was crushed underneath the column, which crashed into the surrounding platforms with a spectacular domino effect.
I leapt down as the pillar collapsed and dodged past a stunned whitecoat. The door out was open behind him, making my escape just a little bit easier. When I was close on five hundred metres down the hallway I ran into a pack of real Erasers.
Aruthr
Yes, isn't it just wonderful. Oh, you're back...
That I am
I took up a fighting stance as the Erasers charged, my eyes flashing a merciless green in the dull light.
How I hate these hell-hounds. Even more than that, the sadistic bastards who created them. Created me. They did this to me!
I felt a fimiliar surge of power well up inside me. Oops. Bad.
What have I-
Done? Saved yourself, Aderyn. Is there anything wrong with that?
Sans vision, sans hearing, sans smell, sans feeling...
No, I could feel faintly. I was not controlling my body, I was not controlling my body... and yet? And yet I was.
I was in the middle of a round-house kick, smashing noses, necks, anything near me. I landed in a crouch postion, the blood covered floor allowing me to use the momentum to sweep my leg back around and fell the remaining Erasers- Wait, blood covered floor?
I looked down, shocked at the vast shinning pools on the ground.
How-? Oh God, did I-?
I stood up abruptly, hearing for the first time the wailing sirens and the message shouted over the speakers:
Arbrofa fysga , pawb baladr ymateb Ca Aderyn!
Experiment loose, all personel respond! Get Aderyn!
Not good.
I ran down the hallway, feet sliding because they were slick with blood. A woman whitecoat came round the corner just ahead of me. I didn't really find that too interesting. What did draw my attention was the thing in her hand.
The gun. Yours.
Mine?
The woman spasmed in fright, lifting the weapon shakily and pointing it at me. Do people ever learn?
I leapt above her line of fire and came down directly in front of her. She let out a squeak before I pinced the muscle between her neck and shoulder firmly with my thumb and fingers. She wouldn't be getting up for a while.
Mine.
I snatched the Beretta 92FS from her hand as she slumped to the floor, and gave it a quick look over. It was a semi-automatic pistol; had the standard 125 mm barrel and there was a full clip of 9mm Luger Parabellum rounds loaded in. But this woman obviously didn't have a lot of experience with handguns. The safety was on.
I paused long enough to flip it off and wipe my feet on her coat and then I was gone. I sprinted flat-out on the sterile white floor, mind racing along with me.
Windows, windows, why are there never any windows?
I flung myself round a bend and came face to face with a fully morphed Eraser.
"Oh."
The snarling sesspool of different DNAs swung a clawed hand at me, a blow I was a moment too slow avoiding.
Sh-
I was thrown into a wall with such force I'm certain I heard a rib crack.
-it.
I slid slowly down the dented plaster, clutching at my side where blood was quickly welling from raking claw-marks. The Beretta had fallen from my grasp and lay two feet to my right, which of course was the side nearest the Eraser. The mungrel strode over to where I kneeled, a snide grin across it's face.
Not particually intelligent, are they Aderyn? Enquired the Voice, it's monotonous drone hinting at actual humor.
No, not really. Quite unintelligent to be completely honest...
The Eraser yanked me up by the front of my plastic hospital gown, which was simply saving me the trouble. It drew me in close to its face, its putrid breath assulting my synuses.
I had two words for him: Breath. Mint.
"Hey beautiful." Hissed the Eraser, quivering muzzel inches from my face.
"Hey ugly." I sneared back, snapping a punch into its nose. It stumbled backwards a few steps, blood dripping through flared nostrils.
That wasn't very smart Stated the Voice, seeming quite amused.
Do you really think I care? I screamed back in my mind as I circled the prone Eraser. Coz right now I'm trying to focus on staying alive
Then maybe you should pay attention to the Physco Eraser trying to rip you to shreds?
I have to say, that brought me to attention rather fast.
The Eraser was running at me, murder gleeming in its beady eyes.
Oh [insert swear word of your choice here
You're on fire
Huh? Okay, decifering is a skill I obviously needed to get better at...
I'm on fire- stop, drop and roll!
I ducked left, rolling sideways past him and picking up the trusty Beretta. As the mutated hybrid turned, it finally realised its stupidity. Did it really think it could beat me?
With a sweet smile I waved to it.
"Bye bye." I whispered, and pulled the tigger. The gun fired off four rounds rapidly, most of which found their target in the Erasers forehead, and I got the enjoyable experience of being splatter with bits of brain matter.
Lovely
For once I couldn't agree more.
I started running again and finally found a window. It wasn't big, about the size of your average computer screen. I vaulted myself up onto the inner ledge, gasping as the effort pulled at the wound on my side. Bloody Eraser swine. And typically the window was a fixed one. With the handle of the gun I smashed out the glass, wincing as a new siren sounded. The sudden noise had also made me drop my weapon which fell to the ground with a dull clunk.
Great, just what I need right now.
Looking out, I saw that there was a drop of roughly fourty feet. Finally some good luck. I propelled myself out the jagged opening and into the night sky. The wind hit me full-force as I dropped towards the ground, catching my hair and whipping it into my eyes. If only I could just fall forever...
My stupid brain quickly interupted my daydream and reality came rushing back. Two slits in my plastic shift were well placed, and smooth feathers ran over my spine. With a sigh I pulled out my wings and started to fly. The sudden weight of my body on my muscles brought me back to the times. Erasers and whitecoats were pouring out of buildings all around, some kneeling to fire at me. I banked sharply to soar south towards open skies, still trying to work the kinks out of my wings. They were stiff from days of being inside of a crate, but now stretched out to their full span of just over 12 feet they showed a brilliant tawny against the midnight sky. A singing bullet whizzed past and focused me.
Fly fast, fly smart, die another day
I put on a burst of speed, my body straining through the air. A thermal snagged at my feathers and I soared higher. Away from my hell. I was rhyddha. I was free.
A/N: Um, yeah, not a master-piece but oh well! Please R&R! And read FireIce's story of she's gonna strangle me.
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