A/N: For the first time ever, counting both FanFiction and FictionPress, I'm going to attempt an actual story, not just a one-shot. Wish me luck! And remember, criticism's always welcome!
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Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, please let me get there first, pleaseā¦.
This was the only thought that had been racing through my head ever since I'd first taken off. Even though I could travel at about two hundred mph, my destination was a good eight hundred miles from my starting point. That meant four hours.
I had to get there before the Erasers did. Yes, I had super speed, and being able to fly meant no traffic, but they had a head start. My estimate was that they'd started two hours before I had figured out what was going on, but I wasn't sure. For all I knew, they could have already been there by now.
I swallowed thickly, forcing that thought out of my head. Trying to distract myself, I turned my head ever so slightly to stare at the rising sun. I could barely see a line of orange over the horizon. It's dawn! Oh my god, please don't be there yet, please let me get there first.
Turns out, the sunrise wasn't so calming.
How would he react to seeing me? Would he believe me? I hoped that he would; his life and the lives of the others depended on it. And he had always been the understanding one, and I had left to protect them, so I hoped he didn't have too much of a grudge against me.
I couldn't be sure, though. I had left without even a warning three years ago, and I hadn't even tried to contact them since. I kept tabs on them all, though, and it hurt me to say that they'd split up. They were scattered throughout the country, and that would make it so hard to round them all up.
But I had to do it.
Pursing my lips, I scanned the ground for anything that looked even remotely Eraser-like. I wasn't sure where they were. Had I passed them? Had I caught up to them? Was I too far behind to be of any use to the others?
I couldn't let that thought stay, either. I had to stay focused. I couldn't get lost. Getting lost would be fatal for all of them.
Biting my tongue so hard that it bled, I continued sweeping my eyes across the ground. This was like a race, so it was always good to know where exactly the other guy was.
I had never lost a race before.
I prayed to God that I didn't lose this one.
