Okay, this is my first Fanfic that I've had published. So, only nice reviews. K? Anyway, I do not own any of these characters… except DJ. And I will try to update every week…If possible. And if it isn't I will update as soon as I can. As I said before in my summary, this is not a Fang/Max Fanfic, so I'm sorry to all the Fang/Max shippers out there. (Even though I'm one.) Maybe one day, I will make a Max-Fang story. Anyway, enjoy the story, and reviews are much appreciated if you have time. P.S. In some points in this story, the points of view will change. So, just not to have you confused when you read Fang's POV. (POV means Point of view, if you hadn't caught on yet. )
Disclaimer: I'm not JP…Blah, blah, blah. There I'm done!
Life is Tough
Chapter one
My living nightmare
It started a long time ago, when I had just been born. My mother and father had just got hold of their beautiful baby girl, and they were admiring me, then the door to the hospital room burst open, and a couple of strange looking human wolf creature things burst in. My parents screamed, and their baby was torn away from them. This is how my life began, I know, horrible isn't it? Well, welcome to my story, otherwise known as my living nightmare.
I was then taken to a building called the institute for higher living, where they genetically engineered me to fly and something else… But I don't want to tell you… yet. But anyway, something went horribly wrong, and I was too dangerous to be left alive, I was ready to be terminated in two days. By this time I was about fourteen years old and ready to get out of the dog crate I had been living in. literately, I had been living in a dog crate for fourteen years. That night I made a lock pick out of my nail, that was not the most advanced plan, but it got me out didn't it? After I got out of my cage, I jumped up and made my wings pop out, and flapped as hard as I could. I began to rise, and in a moment I was hovering. I scanned the place, and there was nowhere to get out except the domed window high on the ceiling.
Well, it wasn't like I had another choice, was it? I raised my arms above my head and flapped my wing muscles until they were sore and burst through the window with only a couple scratches, this was all too easy, escaping this place I mean. Then it happened, the alarms went off, and the same human wolf creatures that had taken me the night of my birth came rushing out of the building with guns. Living fourteen years with these guys I now knew what they were called, they were called erasers, genetically infused with wolf DNA, and ferocious as could be. I whispered "leave me alone, I have a right to live like everyone else!"
The erasers staggered back, surprised and dropped their guns. I grinned; maybe I had mind controlling power…nah! "See you never, suckers!" I yelled joyously, I banked, so I wouldn't go through a cloud. I could see huge cities hovering below me. This being my first ever sight of the world, outside of the institute, I had never seen anything like it before! I found an ally way and landed, I tucked in my wings as tight as I could, and pulled out my sweatshirt. It was old and raggedy, but it would do. I pulled over my head and checked my reflection in a broken mirror by the dumpster. I supposed I looked like a normal person, but I had only been with mutants and unfashionable insane doctors my whole life, so how would I know?
Then, thinking about that, I left all those mutants behind, and it made me feel a sudden pang of guilt, I should have freed them when I escaped. What pulled me out of my thoughts were angel-like voices calling out "I think she went this way!"
I had to think quickly, I didn't have much time! I pulled my hood over my hair, made sure all of my hair was covered, and picked up a used cigarette off the ground and stuck it in mouth. The erasers were not yet morphed, so they looked normal, I think. They looked at me then at each other, and then one of the boldest looking women erasers came towards me and asked in that sickly sweet voice of hers, "Excuse me sir, have you seen anything flying that was unusually big today?" By this time my adrenaline was pumping so hard I thought it might of burst, and all I could hear through the ringing city streets was my brain screaming 'run, run!' But I ignored it and disguised my voice. "Yes I have, it was an eagle, but bigger, it passed about five minutes ago and went that-a-ways." She smiled, "Thank you sir," then she turned around to the other erasers and yelled, "Let's go boys!" and they were gone.
I sighed, they were gone and I was safe, or so I thought. This little girl came up to me and said, "have you seen an older girl, about as tall as you, and with dark hair?" She looked completely innocent, but the institute made erasers young, and she could be an eraser. I bolted, running past the little girl, and going as fast as I could. I wasn't surprised when four erasers burst out of a door and bellowed, "There she is!" I spit out the cigarette and let my hood fall off, my red hair streaming behind. "Couldn't they make those things taste better? Jeez!" I remarked at the taste of the cigarette. I hated my red hair; it was a dead giveaway, even in the middle of the crowd. I darted in-between people and was still running at a dead sprint.
Then a teenage eraser a little younger than me jumped in front of me, and cackled. "Ari!?" I breathed.