An: Hey. So as you may have seen, I changing things. Nothing to major, just... yeah.

Disclaimer: I'm not James Patterson, not a male, sorry. *Shrugs* Also, I have no idea when this is set any more. Originally, it was set after SOF, but I kinda want to change that so, yeah.

Hm, this looks like a good place to camp. I thought to myself. Apparently others thought so too, but more on that later. I don't want to get to far ahead of myself. I started to make camp. Camp as in me throwing my pack into a tree and flying up after it.

Yeah, you read that right. I flew up after my pack. I'm not your average kid on the run. In fact, I'm about as far away from average as you can get. Hell, probably even farther. Lets face it, how many people spent their entire childhood in a dog crate? My guess is not many.Not everyone's a saint. Or crazy evil scientists. I just happened to meet more of the latter. Believe it or not, there some whack-job scientists out there that decided to play god. That's where I come in. Because they couldn't just be rich, they have to be endlessly rich. They couldn't just play with a couple of unlucky people'sDNA, they had to play with a lot of unlucky people's DNA. I, unfortunately was one of the unlucky.

A recombinant life form, Avian-American, a freak, a mutant. It's mostly Avian-human and lupine-human, but there have been a few other 'successes'. Though, the Lupine-human hybrids only live up to 5 or 6 years. So who knows how long I'm gonna last? The lupine-human hybrids (aka the Erasers) are the protectors, the guards, the exterminators. They aretrained to kill. They have an extreme lust for blood. And right now their after mine. Speaking of the Erasers, were the heck are they? I haven't seen them in awhile. Usually they popped out of no where, always knowing where I was. All creepy, stalker like.

The soft beating of wings quickly jarred me out of my thoughts. Maybe Iwas over reacting, and it could just be some birds. And maybe I'm a naive idiot that was born yesterday. Well, I guess the erasers finally showed up. So much for my good nights sleep. I thought. The last batch of Erasers I'd seen had wings. Goody! Erasers generally meant fear, pain, and bloody, kick-ass battles.

I felt them before I heard them. I mean felt them. I couldn't read minds or anything, but I can sense things. Sometimes. Its weird and hard to explain. Like, if some one was about to punch me in the face, seven out of ten times I can sense their going to punch me in the face before they do. And upon occasion, I can feel if some ones upset, or has really strong emotions.

It wasn't the Erasers. It didn't feel like Erasers anyway. I couldn't tell how they were, or how many there were exactly. Only it was more than two. Great. Soft thump-thump's told me they landed. I waited patiently. They didn't seem to notice me, and if they did, they weren't acting like it. Slowly and quietly I made my way over it where the group had landed. I was making way to much noise and I didn't like it. I hid in the bushes. I wondered if I was camouflaged. I could do that sometimes. Not all the time and it normally didn't happen when I needed it too.

The group had lit a small fire. They were roasting food over the fire.

"Anyone want some rat?" The oldest girl asked.

"Ew! Gross! That's disgusting!" Squealed another girl.

"Jeez, Nudge. She was joking. Its Bologna!"

"Oh."

Then it hit me. I know some of these people! Or rather, knew them. Damn. This is going to be fun. I smiled to myself. Time to crash this party. I thought.I took a deep breath and stepped out of my hiding place. The boy with strawberry blond hair looked up and in ruffly my direction. No one else seemed to noticed anything. Well here go's nothing. I thought. I crossed my arms and leaned up against a tree. "Yo."

A/N: Well?