Prologue
FOUR YEARS AGO- A COUPLE OF MONTHS AFTER THEY ESCAPED
I flew around our E-shaped house, practicing my flying skills. Jeb was teaching us how to fly, Iggy, Fang, Nudge, Gazzy and me, Max. Though, Jeb doesn't have wings himself, how does he teach us? I wonder.
Anyway, I flew trying to perfect my flying; soon I hope I'll be really good at this. Angel, the youngest one, was still too young to fly, she barely could talk. So she was running around on the ground, chasing her older brother Gazzy. He was still trying to get the hang of taking off.
By the way, Hi I'm Max, I'm the oldest of the six of us, Fang, Iggy (who's blind), Nudge, the Gasman or Gazzy and Angel. Iggy, Fang and I are ten, Nudge's seven, Gazzy's four and Angel's two.
We escaped a horrible lab called the school with a nice man named Jeb. The stuff they did to us was horrible. It makes me angry just thinking about it.
It's been six months since we escaped and came here to live with Jeb. I like it here, it's peaceful and there are no Erasers. Oh, an Eraser is a human/wolf hybrid. And we're 98% human and get this, 2% avian. When we were young our DNA was altered by whitecoats. That explains the whole flying business.
The past couple of months we've been living here and learning how to fly and fight, by Jeb. Jeb helped us escape and now he's preparing us for any danger we might come across. In other words, we're not your average kid.
For starters we:
Don't go to school, Jeb is teaching Fang and me how to read.
We have wings, I've already established that.
Are runaways, if the school find us we we're dead. Literally.
So here we are, living in our E-shaped house away from any civilisation.
Welcome to our world.