So, this is my schedule:
1. Wake up
2. Survive
3. Sleep

Right now, I'm in the middle of surviving. Hopefully, I'll live to sleep. Because I sure as hell don't wanna die.

Run Max.

I know that!

Run faster.

Shut up!

They're right in front of you now.

I whipped my head around and Erasers surrounded me. Each one snarling and snapping at me. A gargantuan Eraser with red eyes attacked me first. I jumped back, heart pounding. It missed me by mere inches, landing in the dirt beside me.

Left.

I kicked to my left, making impact on another Eraser. It flew back and was knocked out on a tree trunk. I gulped as two more appeared in its place. This wasn't fair. This wasn't good either. But I knew it sucked. I shook my head. This wasn't the time to think about stuff like that. With a jump, I spun a hard roundhouse kick to his head that would smashed a brick wall. He dropped like a ton of bricks and I found myself wondering why there weren't any girls.

Focus Max.

Right. Focus. A sleek blonde one snapped at me and I quickly took it by the neck and swung it into two others, sending them flying into the undergrowth. I was tough. I could handle this without the stupid mutation I had. I clenched my fist and socked another one. It whined in pain but I blocked it out. Doing a flip, I smashed another Eraser's skull to the ground with a sickening crunch. Then suddenly, a heavy body slammed me onto the ground, knocking the wind from my lungs. Gasping for breath I turned and kept its snapping jaws at bay. The heat from its mouth and drool on my hands almost made me gag and I finally shoved it off. It rolled once then lowered to the ground ready to pounce. I grimaced and dashed towards it. It was easily knocked aside in the air as we met.

There was a blur and I felt a sudden searing pain in my side. I looked down in horror as blood spurted from three deep gashes in my side. Holding a hand to them, I whacked the culprit in the head with a heavy rock I found, killing it instantly. More advanced on me and I gritted my teeth. I did NOT like using my pow - mutation. Ignoring the drizzle of blood on my chin, I calmed my mind and inhaled deeply. The world was going fuzzy but I had to do something.

I swallowed - and regretted it. I tried to clear my throat of blood and started to choke. In a moment of desperation, I started to force the air molecules to freeze the Erasers in place. Blood roared in my ears so I could barely hear the whines of confusion. Then I shut my eyes and boiled their blood. I hated this. But in order to survive, you had to kill.
Cries of pain and anger rang through the air and made me wince. They were human once. But they're just mutated beasts now. If I tell myself that, I won't feel so bad. Then I heard them snap one by one and I was sprayed with warm blood.

Good job Max.

Whatever.

There was a moment of silence then I let the air go back to normal. An unusual quiet had settled on the deep forest. Then one by one, the birds began again. Even then I wasn't safe. I knew it.

There was a crunch of leaves next to me and I froze. Gathering all the strength I had, my head tilted to one side and I saw a dark figure. My lids started to close and I panicked inside. I sighed and just let it go. If I was going to die, I was going to die fighting.

"Whar you wan?" I slurred getting to my feet shakily. God I sounded pathetic. The figure paused, as if surprised then advanced towards me slowly. My head snapped up to full alert. Then I suddenly doubled over in pain and vomited blood. The footsteps came closer, almost running. When I was finished I jumped back - and almost passed out from the effort. My breaths came I staggering gasps as I eyed it warily. To my surprise, it was a guy. He had long dark hair swept into a ponytail and dark mysterious eyes. He was good-looking but then again, the deadliest ones always were. His steps became quieter and he stopped a few feet away from me.

"You gonna make it?" His voice was quiet but had an edge of concern.

I laughed a little at this. He was asking me if I was okay? Ha, before he kills me he'll lure me into a sense of comfort. As if I'd fall for that. Besides...wasn't it obvious I wasn't alright? How was I going to answer without revealing anything? "Oh, I just fought a pack of mangy animals that were very intent on killing me. Don't worry, I'm only bleeding to death 'cause it's oh sooo much fun."

I gasped and covered my mouth with my not bloody hand. I had no intention of saying that aloud. Great, Max. You've got to watch your thoughts and separate them from your speech. How stupider could you get?

He chuckled lightly. "Need a hand?"

"As - " I never got the chance to answer when I fell to my knees and felt a velvet darkness take over. His worried face and warm embrace were the last things I remembered before I blanked out.

Max.

Shut up.

Max. Get up.

I'm dead.

No, you're not.

Yeah? Well what do you call this then?

Sleeping.

Oh...well...I'm...not dead then.

Wake up Max.

Oh shut up. I heard you the first time.

Max.

The sound of crackling fire woke me and my eyes slowly opened. I was met with the smoky sky and dark branches over head. It was night. How great. There are probably many more feral creatures just waiting to get me. Ugh.

Life's a bitch then you die.

That's my motto. I struggled to sit up but realized my hands and feet were bound. Panicking, I tried to loosen them making a lot of racket but I was a dead man if I just sat around and waited for them to get me. But wait...why wasn't I dead? Yeah, it's great to be alive and all but why wasn't I dead?

I took deep breaths and felt my side. My quick healing abilities had already taken away most of the pain and it was already closing up. I breathed a sigh of relief. Taking a glance at my hands, they weren't bloodied. In fact, I was almost clean. Except for my blood spattered clothing. My gray jeans were torn and covered in blood and my forest green sweatshirt wasn't fairing any better. One of the sleeves were torn clean off, leaving fraying edges and my arm exposed. Small scars striped the pale skin covered in goose bumps. It was dirtied and beyond saving.

Aww, I liked this sweatshirt too.

There was a rustle and I shut off. My already shaken nerves snapped and I acted like a frightened animal. Pathetic whimpers escaped my throat and I squirmed. My brindled eyes widened in fear and my sharp senses heightened; taking in every sound and smell. My muscles tensed and I glanced around. It was the boy from earlier. I thought he'd kill me.

"You're up," he said sitting down next to me. I swallowed, eying him warily. He reached for my hands and I quickly pulled them back. He tried to get to my feet but I flinched and pulled them out of reach. He sighed and his steady gaze met mine.

There was no malice in his eyes and suddenly, I felt myself loosen up and my hands came forward again. He slowly untied them and dropped the rope on the ground. Why...? My hands dropped into my lap and he unbound my feet. With another glance, at least my shoes were good for another day. I didn't try to run or strike out at him as he pulled back and sat down next to me. I didn't feel anything but comforting and I found that strange.

Max. Stop.

What? I forgot the Voice was still there. It was garbled together and I couldn't think straight.

Run. Get up and run.

No. I don't know why I was saying it and kept myself planted on the ground drawing my knees to my chest and staring into the fiery embers.

Listen to me. You need to run.

No. I told it firmly. Why should I? There was a faint throbbing and I shook my head slightly. It wouldn't go away and suddenly, the comforting feeling was gone. I shot up and ran into the darkness. The night sounds made me jump and my legs were slowing down. They didn't want to run. Something was pulling me back. I came to a complete stop and fought the urge to go back.

"No, Max." I whispered to myself. The feeling got stronger and I turned. "Stop. Don't go."

Step.

Step.

"Stop!" I dug her fingernails into my palms. "Run. Turn around and don't go back."

But before I knew it, I was jogging back to the fire. He was still sitting there calmly and looked up when I sat down again. My heart thundered and I wondered why I was doing this. He turned to me.

"What're you running from?"

I tried not to speak but my body betrayed me. "Erasers."

He nodded. "Who are you?"

I widened my eyes slightly. Me? Who was I? An animal? An experiment? No, just Max. Weird old Max. "Max."

He smiled. "Fang."

I nodded and looked at my hands. "What are you running from?"

Fang looked up at the sky. "Speeders."

I blinked in surprise. Speeders were sent to capture. Not kill. But torture was their specialty. They were originally sent after me but I kept eluding them and then he wanted to kill me. If he couldn't have me then no one could. Fang must've been pretty special for Speeders.

"Hm." I stared at the sky too. So another one, eh? This should be interesting.

And that's how I met Fang.

[AN] Heeeey! This is my first Maximum Ride fic. Don't flame me! I dunno why I started this but I think it'd be fun. Now...your choice...

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