Max flew silently with the rest of the flock. It had been a rough week. They had been frequently attacked by erasers time and time again. It was definately taking a toll on the rest of the flock as well. Gazzy groaned once more and went off on another complaining tangent about how hungry and tired he was and how he just wanted 5 cheeseburgers and 3 large fries from god knows where. Iggy finally snapped.
"Gazzy! Shut up! No one wants to hear it! Obviously we are real hungry and tired but you don't see us shouting it!-" Iggy went on and on while Gazzy just roled his eyes. "Calm down you guys!" I snapped back. "We'll find something to eat eventually and we will find a place to sleep! Just calm down. Shouting at each other will only make it worse!"
But they didn't listen. They never listened when they were hungry and tired. To put it bluntly, Life sucked for us lately. Nothing worked out. And I remember always hearing stupid little cliche's about how it always gets worse before it gets better and how its always darkest just before the dawn. With our luck, the dawn should litterely be so bright we would all burn the second we saw it. And clearly, it was not getting better.
Suddenly, without warning, Angel darted out of the sky. Down into a small clearing in the woods we were flying above. "Angel! Where the hell are you going now!" I screamed, flying down behind her. Gazzy and Iggy groaned together this time as they followed me sluggishly. Nudge not far behind them and Fang flying next to me shaking his head. Things had been kind of wierd between he and I and the rest of the flock since we had publically declared our love. They seemed not to mind to much. But I couldn't be sure.
Angel seemed damn well intent on whatever she was flying towards. And I couldn't tell what she was looking at. But the closer we got the better I realized there was definately something going on down there. And Angel certainly didn't like it one bit. Then I saw what was really happening. Erasers. And lots of them, surrounding this one figure. The person there had a black hoodie over his head. It was unzipped revealing a white shirt that had blood stains all over it. He was wearing a pear of semi-tight fitting jeans with what looked like combat boots on. I couldn't see his face at all. The back of his Hoodie and shirt had a lot of rips in the back. I assumed he was either homeless, or was losing badly. Also, something else struck me a bit odd. His left hand was missing. But rather a small silver cylinder with a small ring of blades sticking out of the edges. The blades appeared to be on a small belt, so they could rotate around the cylinder. Also, there was a small hole in the very middle. It looked like one hell of a weapon, definately something I wouldn't want in me.
Also, something about the erasers looked off. They didn't look as confident and evil as they usually do when I see them. Actually, they looked...scared. And now that I looked at it, there was one eraser on the ground with a ring cut in his stomach and a hole in the center. He wasn't dead yet, just bleeding a lot. I stopped where I was and hovered there.
"Get away from me, or your fate will be the same as your little friends here" I heard his voice say. He sounded like he had no emotion at all. "
"Nah" One of the erasers snarled "Your dyin' here"
"Well," he chuckled "we'll see about that"
The rest happened so fast I barely understood what I saw. He lunged at the first one and dug the blades of his weapon into it. I heard the gross churning of blood and guts as the blades began to spin. The eraser howled in pain. Then, I heard a gunshot. I instinctively flew down into cover, but I never took my eyes off the grizzly scene unfolding. The gunshot had come from the device. The center hole was a gun. The other ones charged him. He turned his arm so the eraser behind him charged onto his blades. Then swung that arm over his head to hit another eraser with the one he had just skewered. The last one was pulling out a gun when the boy pulled out a large knife and hurled it into the erasers neck.
"What the hell..." I mumbled. Bad idea. He turned to where I was and fired a shot from his gun/cylinder thing. "You do not belong here Max. Leave, now"
HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME?
