This story begins a short time after "Max" ends. Max isn't the total focus of this story, and I won't tell you who's who. And another thing is that MOst, if not ALL, of this story is in a first person point of view.
Anyway,
Enjoy.
It's so dark. I need to get out of here.
I feel the sides of the box I'm trapped in. Wood. And Rotten wood, too.
Somebody wasn't very picky on what to build this box out of.
Take a breath. If only I were Max, or one of her flock, then I could get out of
here more easily because I could hold my breath longer. But I'm not. So I
guess Eraser lungs will have to do.
Krak!
I'm out of here. Now I can get a breath of fresh… dirt?
How Wonderful!
Okay, breathe. In. out. In. Out. In. Hold your breath. Dig. Dig up. Away from
gravity. It's kind of hard to tell which way is up if YOU CAN'T SEE!!!
Ok, calm down. Calm down. Dig.
Almost there. I can feel the dirt getting looser and looser as I dig.
Why am I not dead? Didn't I expire already? Well, if I did, I wouldn't be here.
Well!
YES! Air, fresh air!
"Well, that was a little difficult…"
"Ouggh…" Water. I need water.
I hear splashing. Either that's water nearby, or somebody is filling up a
bullet with a homemade tranquilizer solution.
I'm becoming paranoid, aren't I?
It's nearby.
A pond with a small trickle of water coming off of some rocks is in front of
me.
It looks clean.
…
"Holy crap…"
I hadn't seen this face since I was five. I look human. I don't have the skin
roughness that came from the wolf morphing.
And my hair is blond. I look like I am 7, maybe 8.
Aren't I an Eraser?
No, apparently not. I can't seem to go wolf. So I don't have the wings that
came from the so-called Eraser experiment 6.75. Or do I? I do have the pain in
my shoulders from the wing grafting. But I've ignored it for the past few
minutes, apparently. But if I don't have the wings, then the pain will go away.
whoosh!
There they are, in all their magnificence. My wings are white, and they're
speckled with brown all over. And my secondaries are a mixture of white and
blond feathers (that match my hair color), and there are also some random red.
I still have the pain, but it feels, deeper.
As if it is trying to dig through me.
But my wings work. With more control.
And that's all that matters.
Where is Max when you need her?
Ari's Baack....
