I'm baaack... Didja miss me? (smile) Here's the long awaited sequel to The Devil Experiment! Hey, it's still January.
CRUNCH! FASHOOM! CRACK! SCREEEEEEEECH! I jumped back from the car, flipping backwards. R.C. and Eny had blasted past my head after I had had landed on the car, crashing the window. The car crashed into a telephone poll. I readjusted the black sunglasses on my face, grinning. The two Erasers jumped out of the car through the windows. They were both hot guys, until they're noses lengthened and they got all furry. I decided to return the favor. I jumped upwards, changing all the way, then dove back down on one of the Erasers. Eny and R.C. took out the second. I lunged, grabbing his neck and pulled it to a sharp angle, lifting him into the air. I grinned when his neck snapped and his eyes glazed over. I threw the body back to the ground, changing back. Sure, I might not be as bad as I had been, but I had no soft spot in my heart for Erasers. They still reminded me of Ari, and I still couldn't decide if he had been like a genuine Eraser or different. Not that I had much time to think about it.
I had changed in the month since the break out in the school, clothes wise anyway. My looks didn't really change. I now wore jeans that I had torn just past the knee and a short sleeve shirt that was a little big to allow room for when I changed. It was a creamy orange with a big read heart on it, broken down the middle. Blue word below it read 'Heart Breaker'. When I thought about it, I always thought 'Neck Breaker' would be more appropriate, but they just didn't make shirts like that.
R.C. and Eny flew back to me, wings all bloody. I took a handkerchief out that I always had handy anymore to wipe them off so the wings wouldn't rust. That would be bad.
R.C. was the same as he always had been, kinda quiet, only talking to Tino and me mostly because of Wrorgon's size. Eny still didn't talk to anyone, except maybe R.C., but R.C. never said anything about it.
I looked back at the ledge we had been staying in a mountain peak and sighed. Found again. Once R.C. and Eny's wings were clean, we set off back to the cave. We had to move again.
I walked in to the cave where we had been staying the last couple days. Wrorgon was off doing something or another, and Tino was playing with rocks.
"You get 'em?" He asked me. He had wanted to go, too, but I made him stay. Someone had to man the fort.
"Yep," I said, "but more will be coming. We better get moving. Where's Wrorgon?"
"Out back," Tino said, motioning with his head. I nodded and spun around. We'd come up with a code. 'Out back' means 'big ugly Eraser behind you'. As I spun, my leg went up, kicking the ugly's jaw. I grinned when it popped. The idiot was out cold.
"C'mon," I said, wrapping my arms around Tino's chest. I'd have to fly with him until we found Wrorgon, which wasn't very long. We met up with him while flying.
"I found some Erasers out in the woods, snooping about," he said.
"We did, too. One attacked the cave." I deposited Tino onto Wrorgon's back.
"We got all of them," R.C. said, landing on my shoulder. He sighed.
"Why can't they just leave us alone?"
"We're dangerous," I said. "They'll all get arrested if the government finds out what they're doing. Not that that'll help us. We'd get put in a zoo." We were flying past our old cave now, heading east.
"You know," Tino said, "sometimes I wish I could know what kind of parents would send their kids to be tested."
"My parents didn't send me," I said with malice. "I, the idiot that I am, went with the 'nice man' that said he could help me."
"Not all parents give up their children willingly for this kind of stuff," Wrorgon said. "Sometimes the parents are told the baby died."
"Still, I'd like to know and be able to find them, like Max and them are, you know? Maybe we should find our own papers." I shivered. That would mean going back to the Institute. I looked at everyone. I didn't wonder about my parents. They'd died not long after I could walk, and then I was alone. I didn't need, or want, to go. Would I go back for them? No brainer.
"What do you think, Garret?" R.C. asked me. "Should we risk it?" I shrugged.
"Why not? It's not like we've got anything better to do."
Hope you liked the first chapter. I read back over this and the writing is suspiciously similar to Maximum Ride. Ah, well, I'd just read it at the time. When I actually start writing this again, the style may change somewhat. I've changed my writing style a bit since I wrote this. R&R, please!