Theanimedude: ... is back, baby!
Nick: Woohoo! Next part!
Fang: Yeah, whatever.
Theanimedude: Okay, so I finally, FINALLY finished the last one only to get writers block before I start this one.
Fang: What writer's block? You're just copying our characters and storyline and adding in your own.
Theanimedude: Shut it. And I'm having trouble getting my own ideas. I'm still taking all suggestions, not saying I'll use them, for characters, author's notes, and plotline. But, for now, it's what you've all been waiting for: Nick the Eraser: SCHOOL'S! OUT! FOR! EVER!
Nick: Theanimedude owns Sara and I. He also owns Camo and Espio. The original ideas for characters Cato, Kimmy and Kiki were supplied by Pennycat11. The following is a fan-based parody. Maximum Ride and all its respecting characters and titles belong to James Patterson. Please support the official release.
Nick the Eraser 2 Chapter one, Prologue
Though it was believed by his enemies that Cato Striker was to be forever irretrievable from the deepest depths of the Antarctic Ocean, immobilized due to his entirety being encased in ice and his mind being frozen in the moment that he'd looked Nick Tundra in the eye, many would argue saying that anything is possible.
Those people are just downright stupid.
I mean, who in the world was going to swim down a good fifty feet or so in the freezing water, pick up an even more freezing, not to mention heavy, chunk of ice holding a striker, carry it up to a glacier and defrost it? Why, the only person capable of that without any assistance was Nick Tundra, and he certainly wasn't going to do that. And yet...
The icy white eraser swam down into the deepest depths of the Antarctic Ocean, lifted the chunk of ice with as much ease as one might lift a crayon, and propelled up to the shore. He deposited the frozen hybrid in front of him on the ice before lighting a small fire on the encasement through sheer force of will. The ice was converted into water, which quickly evaporated due to the intense heat coming from this fire, freeing the striker from his frigid prison.
He then pulled his fist back and promptly thrust it into the striker's stomach, making him come out of his eternal slumber and double over in pain.
"Hey, what the-" he started, looking around, seeing the figure in front of him and snarling.
"Relax," the figure said, raising his hands in a peaceful gesture. "I am not who you believe me to be. I am, in fact, your friend. Well, as close of a friend I can be to a striker, considering we are two separate races."
"What's the password?" Cato asked suspiciously.
"Flock off, bird kids," the figure recited what he had been told to say by his higher-ups.
"Okay," Cato said warily. "What's the scoop?"
"The scoop is," the person said "Your entire team has gone against you and joined the flock, and you've been frozen in a block of ice since yesterday. You're slated for extermination right now. I'm the pickup boy."
"Geez, I feel so loved," Cato said drily, preparing himself for battle, but wincing at the pain this small movement required.
"I suggest strongly against that," the figure said. "You took quite the beating just from the Eraser whom I resemble, and a punch from me doesn't wear off for a good amount of time. Do not fret, however. I do not wish to bring you back to the school."
"But you just said-" Cato interrupted.
"I know what I said," the figure snapped. "I will not take this mission, however. Too limiting. If you forget Cato, neither one of us has the one powerful limitation that keeps all the other erasers and strikers wrapped around school's thumb."
"The expiration date," Cato said with a small grin.
"Exactly," the figure told him. "Now, here's what I'm thinking: we both are powerful enough to do so much more than the school allows us. The pathetic humans are petty compared to us. World domination should be a cinch. Without the flock and the other miscellaneous mutants hiding out around the world, it'd be even easier. So if you could assist me in this genocidal plan of mine, you and I would sit beside each other as the world's twin rulers. What say you?"
"If I'm going to believe every word you said," Cato said disbelievingly. "I'll have to accept that I'm insane."
"Don't worry old friend," the figure said, extending the word friend to seem like a curse. "As I always say, sanity is overrated,"