VIOLET (A MAXIMUM RIDE FANFICTION)
CHAPTER 00
Run; because you need to save your life
Hide; because you need to survive
Like little mice, people were running, feeling scared and hanging on for dear life. Cries of terrors echoed through the city as the buildings turned into ruins. Grenades fell like rain from the sky. Jets darkened the city and deafening the innocent victims. Houses were burned, bullets were shot, and blood splurged everywhere turning once a beautiful city into a graveyard.
In this war, none was to survive. All available shelter was blown to dust. They couldn't run and couldn't hide. They were surrounded.
At the midst of the destruction, a middle aged man raced to his house located 50 miles from the warzone. He was not safe from anyone. Pushing his legs as fast as he could, he needed to escape from the havoc. His right arm hanged on dearly to the thing he had worked hard for to get. Risked his life for it even.
With an enemy on his tail, he may have risked more lives.
As his speed accelerated he kicked off the ground hard and his body levitated. He flew as fast as a racing car. He needed to get home. He needed to save the only thing that was precious to him.
A short time of impact caused him to crash into his front door landing on his knees and his wrist bone to crack. His daughter stood by the closet "Daddy, they're coming for us" terrified was written all over her face and body. She was right though. Outside, choppers and tankers were coming his way.
"I know sweetie but everything is going to be alright okay" he sounded calm although inside he was screaming. He's the dad, he has to show bravery because he's a hero. Her hero, it has always been that way.
The closet door opened from the inside and a man with a beard down to his chest appeared. "Andrew, we're ready" Andrew gave the man a nod.
"Daddy I'm scared"
He kneeled down "Here" he slipped a ring on her finger. "This was my dads'. Now it's yours. Hold on to it." The little girl looked at him, tears swelled in her eyes. "And this" he tucked a yellow envelope into her oversized pocket. It was the envelope that he almost died for. "Keep this safe. Don't ever let it go understand? This can save us all so guard it with your life"
He froze when she wrapped her arms around her daddy's neck. His face fell, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions. Fear and sadness. "remember to survive" he whispered as warm tears trickled down her cheeks while his baby girl sobbed. She breathed hard and stopped. She wasn't going to see him again. She was going to be on her own. She had to be strong, for him and herself.
The bearded man pulled them apart as time was running out. "Keep her safe Waseem" Andrew said.
Choppers and tankers were closing in on them. Bullets were shot from the flying machines. Before the hidden door in the closet closed, Cloe turned to her dad and said "I love you daddy" and his heart broke. She was gone. For all she knew, it wasn't a goodbye and it never would be.
With a furious roar he raged out to the enemy. It was one man against three choppers and two tankers. The odds of survival were minimal for a normal human being unarmed. But Andrew had powers that made him stronger than one hundred men combined. And when the Gaza turned into ashes,
So did he.