-1Hello All! What's shakin' bacon? ANYWAY, enough with intros… As you probably already know this is a Maximum Ride fic. Yup. That's it…ok I lied… It also has OCs…You'll have to get over that though in order to like this fic at all. Also, this isn't a Fang x Max pairing. Just so you know, I think it's awkward. She sees him as family then…BOOM! She suddenly likes him. That's my opinion though. Please do not flame me for it. Plus, if Fang and Max were together what would happen to my twinnies! Yes. There are twins. My main charries to be exact. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THE FIC!
Disclaimer: I do not claim copyrights to Maximum Ride or any of the characters, or places, in it. I DO HOWEVER claim Sleuth and Stormi. They be mine. My little twinnies.
P.S. This May end up as an OC x Fang OC x Max relationship. Maybe Oc x Fang x Iggy. We'll see. Oh, PLEASE REVIEW! I need feedback! End of ramble…
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Stormi
All I could see was lights. Bright lights. Also, something…blood? I sorted through the debris of what was occurring coming up with no conclusion. Then I saw the thing that was to come.
Suddenly, I jackknifed into an upright position. I grabbed my chest and breathed heavily yet quietly enough to not wake up my twin. Slowly, I closed my eyes and sorted through my "dream". I shouldn't say "dream" I should say "vision". Ever since I can remember, I've been plagued by knowing what was going to come. With all due respect, I hated it. The visions were always just…splashes of the future. Nothing big enough to worry over. Well, that is, everything except what I just saw.
"Storm. Did you have a vision?" a familiar voice mumbled beside me. I turned to see my older brother, Sleuth, propping himself up groggily on an elbow and staring at me with the deep amber eyes we both shared.
"Yeah…I think." I muttered as I rubbed my temples with the palms of my hand. Then I started to cry unwillingly. I knew what I had just seen but I really didn't want to believe it. Before I knew it, Sleuth had pulled me into a hug like the one he used to do when I was little. He gently ruffled my short, blue-grey hair and scratched behind my ears. Don't get me wrong now. You're thinking human ears, right? Did I forget to mention we're freaks of nature?
Both my brother and I were the School's "property". The sons of a bitch had created us to be these… mutant freaks. We were supposed to be an elite race of wolf-man mixes but we weren't up to their standards. Therefore, they took us out when we were three, tied us up in bags, threw us in a river, and hoped nobody would find out. Had they not realized we were genetically enhanced with wolf DNA?
Before I go any further with my explanation, please realize we are nothing like them. They are heartless, murderous, and foul--everything we're not. Yes, we were the Erasers' predecessors, yes; we were the "failures of the School." Ha-ha. I crack myself up sometimes.
So, where was I? Oh, yeah. Sleuth was scratching behind my wolf-ears and holding me close to him. As I listened to his heartbeat, I muttered a soft "thank you". He had always been there for me. Even while we were in the School. Surprisingly enough, we had lived for fifteen abnormally long years together. Usually, our kind died off somewhere around eight years old. I guess we were lucky in a way.
I felt my eyelids grow heavy as the pain receded. Slowly, I felt myself slip into a deep and vision-less sleep. The sleep that may be my last full rest.
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"Ugh…" I muttered as the thin sheets of sunlight wafted down through the thick foliage. I turned to my right as I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. Sleuth had already gone out hunting? It was my turn to go out hunting today. Oh well.
Half-heartedly I got up and ambled out of the clearing. I suspected we were somewhere outside of Washington D.C. Frankly, I could care less. A forest was a forest. We were safe in the forest. Therefore, we lived in the forests.
I was walking through the tall pines when I heard the soft crunching of the needles. Silently, I moved behind a bush and hoped it wasn't the real Erasers. I was just a normal un-violent wolf girl! What could they want from me?
The crunching became louder by the second. My ears swiveled on top of my head freely-- I needed to know the direction of the sound. While I was searching, I failed to notice how close the sound actually was. Darn super-hearing. It's good for something for what though, I haven't figured out yet.
As I searched, I felt something pet my head. Erasers wouldn't so that…would they? My first reaction was to sprint. Would I do that though? No, of course not. I was a scrappy little fighter with an attitude. I could win. I hoped…
Swiftly, I bit the hand petting me with my fangs. After hearing the screech of pain, I jumped out of the bushes and prepared my attack while attached to the finger still. Just as I was about to hit, I noticed something was wrong. This was a kid my age. Erasers were old.
Instantly, I let go of the finger and grew wide-eyed. Not only was this a kid my age, he had huge wings resembling a hawk's. What had I gotten myself into? First, I had to apologize.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me! I've had all my shots I swear!" Did I say apologize? I really meant plead for my life. As I begged for forgiveness, I heard others walk up. Oh no. He had called his posse I was done for. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw what I had feared. Other bird-people.
"Who…are you guys?"
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Max
"I thought I heard you yelp Fa-- kids run away!" I yelled as I saw the Eraser standing in front of Fang. Obediently, the little ones began to run off through the foliage. Why was the Eraser not attacking? We needed to get out of here before it did attack then.
"Hey, Max," Fang began in, "I don't think this girl is our everyday Eraser." I did a double take. I knew we were all going mad but still… not your everyday Eraser? This chick had a tail, wolf-ears, and even fangs. There was no way she wasn't one.
"What do you mean… 'not our everyday Eraser'"
"I mean," there was a bit of impatience in his voice now, "she's not like the others. She just… bit me then pleaded for her life." I looked from his bloody hand to her. The dots were definitely not connecting.
"I'm really sorry. I thought you guys were Erasers actually. Ha-ha. My bad." the girl's musical voice rang out. She had to be an Eraser. "You shouldn't go around petting every set of fluffy ears you see either!"
Fang squinted his eyes in frustration, "You shouldn't go along hiding behind bushes and looking like Total." You know, she kind of did look like Total. Were they related? I looked her over one more time. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder shirt with a fuzzy grey collar, one short sleeve with a glove-thing, and one long sleeve. Around her neck was an actual dog collar in the shape of a heart and her ears were even pierced multiple times. To top off the completely strange bit, she was wearing cinch up shorts and combat boots that came up to her knees. Nevertheless, she was gorgeous.
"So," I started in, "you mean to tell me you are indeed, not an Eraser?" Even though she seemed kind enough, I had my suspicions. At any moment she could--
"Actually, I hate the bastards. They were modeled after Sleuth and me. I can't believe how they act. So rude, arrogant…"
While she named the list of things the Erasers were, I gave Fang a "what do we do now" look. He shifted his sideways to meet my gaze and shrugged. Thanks for the help pal. Not.
"I almost forgot!" the girl stated spontaneously in the middle of her rant. From her boot, she pulled out a long clean cloth and some Neosporin. I watched in horror as she strode toward us. She was going to brutally murder us now. The adrenaline coursed through my veins. This girl wasn't going to get aw--
"There you go! Sorry about that. Really. I usually don't bite." she said as she finished tying the bandage around his finger. As she turned, I noticed the amazing amber eyes and instantly felt awkward. Was this jealousy? Great. Not only was I a mutant, I was jealous of another mutant. "I'm also sorry to cause you any trouble. I know how it is to be on the run. It really isn't that fun."
"About earlier. You say there are more of you?" Fang asked suddenly. Why when other people talked to him, did he talk? If I tried to get him to talk, he'd just shrug. I have to say, that was my least favorite quality about him.
"More of me? Me no. My kind? Yes. It's just my brother though." she stated simply as she swiveled her blue-grey ears. Suddenly, she turned her head toward the forest behind her. "Speaking of brothers, I believe he is back from hunting now. See ya!"
The girl sprinted out of the clearing with the most speed I'd ever seen. This girl was legit. So far. I doubted we'd ever see her again but it was nice knowing that other freaks lived as long as we did.
"What do you think about making this our roost tonight?" I asked Fang. A good pause of silence passed before he answered.
"Uh. Yeah. Good idea. Nudge is probably hungry."
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Stormi
"Sleuth! Have I got a story to tell you!" I shouted as I skidded into the clearing. My brother just looked at me momentarily before going back to rotisserie roasting his wood pigeon. I loved how he was the silent type. That meant I could ramble.
"Amuse me.," he stated as he turned to face me. Oh, I knew this would amuse him. Who and what were those people though?
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ACK! Short chapter! Oh well! I just wanted to tell you this is before the second book. REALLY wanted that to be clear. Remember! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!