NOTE: The first two chapters are not mine, I adopted this story from ILoveJollyRanchers Dark, Tum, and Red are hers.
Disclaimer:I do not own Maximum Ride or any of the Maximum Ride characters, or the story until Chapter three.
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Dark's POV
"Run faster!" I yelled to Tum. We skidded around another corner in the white hallway, narrowly avoiding yet another pack of Erasers intent on our capture.
"There!" Tum pointed at the exit. We burst through the doors of the dreaded School, blinking when the sun shone brightly in our eyes. Erasers rushed out of the building on all sides and ran toward us, snarling and cussing.
"Fly! Now!" I shrieked. Tum and I whipped out our reptilian-like wings and took off. My black wings flapped franticly, trying to gain lift.
Than I heard the scream.
"Dark!" I look down to see Tum being dragged down by an Eraser who had a death grip on her ankle, her leathery blue and yellow wings struggling with the extra weight.
"Go! I'll be fine, just go!" she pleaded. By now the Eraser had dragged her to the ground and about 100 more were surrounding her.
"No!" I bellowed, very unladylike. But I knew it was already too late. I cast one finale glance at Tum, who had went dragon and was fighting the wolf -men, setting them on fire and impaling some with her tail spikes. I smiled.
That's my girl. Never back down without a fight.
And finally, with a heavy heart, I changed forms and sped away, cutting through the night like a black bullet. Don't worry Tum, I'll come back for you.
Eventually.
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8 Hours Later
I clumsy landed in the little clearing, my four clawed paws scrambling to grip the earth. I'm usually the calm and collected one, never showing fear or too much of emotion.
This me on the outside right now: …...
Now the inside: ?%^**&%
See the difference
I sat on my butt, still in my dragon form, and felt a feeling of dread settling on my chest. Oh God, Tum was still trapped in that evil place, all alone. They were most likely doing all kinds of tests on her: running in mazes, flying in wind tunnels, and who knows what else. The last time we were there, a Jacket (AN: what the dragons call Whitecoats) named Jeb Batchelder had busted out all three of us, Red and I when we were seven and Tum when she was one . Four years later, he betrayed us. Tum and I were captured but Red escaped.
Another feeling of sadness washed over me. Red. He was my best friend and a big brother to Tum. After three years of being apart, we still don't know where he is.
"Nudge! Give it back!" My head snapped up in the direction of the voice. Young, male, in between seven and ten years old. I crept quietly towards the sound and heard more voices. I came across another clearing, this time a big field. In the middle of the field were six children.
Two of them, a dirty blond girl and a black haired boy, were sitting on a blanket and...kissing. A strawberry blond boy was leaning against a nearby tree and talking to another girl. This one looked to be a little younger than Tum and had curly blond hair. A spiky blond boy was chasing an African American girl, apparently after something she had.
"Come on Nudge! I'm hungry!" whined the boy. She turned around and waved what looked like a piece of fried chicken in his face.
"Well than come get it." the girl taunted.
That's when I noticed the food.
A giant food mountain of it was stacked on the blanket, more than enough to feed six kids. Or an extremely hungry dragon girl. But why did they have so much? My silent question was answered when the chicken wielding girl jumped high into the air and snapped out her tawny colored wings. She flapped a couple of times, than hovered in place.
They had wings too! Not the lizard ones my family and I had, but feathered like birds. I felt my teeth slide into place, allowing me to crack a toothy grin. This was good. Bird = prey. I already had a plan forming in my mind.
I would leap out into the clearing and spread my 18 foot wings, making myself bigger. After some hissing and spitting blue fire, the kids would become terrified by the giant black dragon and flee like the prey animals they are. Than I would gorge myself on the feast they left behind. I went over my foolproof plan in my head, very pleased with myself, when little Blondie went stiff. The others noticed this also, and rushed to her side.
"What is it, Angel?" the oldest blond asked. The girl blinked, than snapped her head to stare intently in my direction. I instinctively shrunk back into to the shadows.
"Something's here."