Overwhelming Power
Paladin: Welcome to my land of fanfiction, where there are endless possibilities.
(Avian): Here's a possibility: you forgot to put our names!
(Eraser): Exactly! What if they don't know who we are?
Paladin: Since this is my first fanfiction, I'm the only one who knows who you are. And that's a part of your developing in this story. Anyways... I don't own Maximum Ride, but i do own these two characters. If this storyline resembles anybody's, I am truly sorry, but it is by pure coincidence.
*Note: Paladin's full username is Paladinian Knight, but for simplicity's sake, he shortened it to Paladin.*
*Note: "regular speech"; 'thoughts'; :Voice:; (Eraser talking to Avian); [Author's notes]; {telepathy}*
Overwhelming Power Ch.1
(Avian) POV
Okay, how many of you people reading this are homeless and are constantly on the run? Not many, right? Well, that's my life in a nutshell, running from nutcases.
My name? I don't have one, though in its place I have white and red wings.
Yep, wings. Not little butterfly fairy wings, real-life bird wings, that, tip-to-tip, have a wingspan of about 14 feet, which is perfect for my 45 foot something height, and match perfectly the tone of my pitch-white hair and crimson eyes.
Before you ask, no, I'm not blind, and I'm not colorblind, I was just born that way.
Anyways, back to the matter at hand: running for my life.
"What are you running from?" one might ask. The answer is simple.
I'm running from Erasers.
No, not those pink rubber things that erase your mistakes while writing, no matter how similar the jobs are. No, these are half-human, half-lupine hybrids made to hunt down people like me. Which, as far as i know, is only me.
"Why not use your wings?" a smart-aleck would ask. well, its hard to unfurl your wings in a densely packed forest.
Which is another problem due to my uncanny ability to spontaneously combust when my emotions are overly stimulated (red=love; orange=anger; yellow=happy; green=envy; blue=sad; purple=nervous/anxiety; back=scared), meaning that I'm normally an emotionless shell.
For those of you thinking "oooh, pretty!", pretty doesn't even cover the destructive capabilities of my flames.
'I can't fight them like this! I have to find a clearing or something. That way I'll have a fighting chance without burning down the whole forest. Wait, what's that in the distance? Is it... light!'
That revelation gave me an extra burst of speed to save my butt. I burst out into the clearing full speed...
And I had to backpedal to not fall off the cliff. Yep, that pissed me off. Which was a bad thing for me to be, considering being pissed off= being veeeeeerrry angry. Meaning the area around me was illuminated by my orange flames of rage. Yep, that scared the piss out of the Erasers, sending almost, if not, all of them running with their tails between their legs.
"Hah! Avian, about 100. Erasers, 0! Beat that School!"
For those of you who don't know the School is a secret, hush-hush facility that does genetic mutations to test tube babies, explaining my 98% human, 2% avian DNA.
Anyways, I navigated down the cliff, meaning I flew down, in hopes of finding a place to sleep that wasn't too high up but wasn't too low. Which I found surprisingly easily.
I flew in, trying not to make a noise incase there were bears or something that'd maul me to death the first chance it got, but little did I know that bears would be the least of my worries...