Hoooney, I'm Hoooome....!
Hi Peoplessss!!!1
No, I'm not dead. Yet. School will kill me twenty hundred times over, though, so be grateful I'm handing out chapters here!
*cough*
Sorry, I'm kinda up-tight at the moment, but still in a fairly good mood!..
Anyway, this is exactly what you think it is. A CHERUB crossover. With MaxRide. Wicked, ne? Anyway, this wasn't supposed to be a copy of any other CHERUB crosses, I honestly didn't know they existed- this idea has been playing with me for a while now, but I had neglected to write it. But I was encouraged by several other FANTASTIC Fic's like this one. Though I would like to claim at least a little originality, ne? I mean, I think this story sounds fairly original and only semi-sucks, in my view, (Which is saying something- I almost never like my written-up Fic's)
Anyway, I'm back with longer chapters (yay!) 'cause I never realised how short a thousand words is.... So, hopeful all my future chapters will be TWO thousand words long (*Snicker* Not much improvement, though...) Good, ne? =]
And I'm scouring my chapters thoroughly, now. (Without a Beta! I'm INDEPENDANT, Godammnit! Oh, yeah. And there will probably be a lot more swearing in my righting. Sorry. Just swingin' that way, right now. So there will be an occasional fuck, shit, crap... just those, really (is there many more swear-words..., when you really think about it. Oh, yeah, and 'Bitch' n' 'Bastard')
This is a very long Authors note... tyeh. It's like my update for the (year?) time.
And as you may have noticed, due to the authoring of another fic I'm writtin', I know like to tack words to the end of my sentences. Like 'Good, ne?' and '...tyeh' and 'Nya'. (don't ask...)
Another Character always talkers 'street' and always uses 'nya' and 'ne' and stuff, so I guess you could I'm in character... =]
Anyway, soon to come,
Innocent Venus x MaxRide- 'Lost In The New World' (Fic I was talkin' about, above)
Twilight- 'Emeralds To Rubies'
MaxRide x -Man (I'm OBSESSED with –Man, foreva!)
I think that's it...
Oh, Yeah! Nya, Nya! If you consider your selves an O-kay Beta, and wouldn't mind reading my crap, and correcting Grammar, then PM me.
But, seriously, guys... I'm working on the grammar and spelling, K? I'm even re-doing my earlier Fic's and adding a more interesting storyline and erasing errors.
Read, you might like! =]
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MAXIMUM RIDE X C.H.E.R.U.B.
MAX-
A series of crashes followed as the Frank went through the trees and the remaining members of the swarm moved forward to replace it. Around twenty or so Flyboys and Franks were left, and Iggy's explosive (literally) genius meant that the numbers were diminishing fairly quickly.
I have to admit though; they were getting better at their factory-made freaks. I watched a few Flyboys' lab-grown skin melt and char with the heat from a nearby bomb. A few bullets missed my ear as I made a grab for one of the only gun-wielding robots left.
The attached metal gun swung around with surprising force, and I dodged the hail of bullets speedily. With grim determination, I yanked the Flyboy's head backwards, giving a final twist before it dislodged from its shoulders. Gazzy whooped loudly as the duo's last bomb took out three robots in a spectacular display of bright and deafening explosions.
A couple of pricks in the back of my calf sent my attention to the threat around me. Turning back, I saw that a Frank had a concealed set of darts and tranquilizers under his belt. Even with an above average dose, it only set back my reaction time by about a few seconds. But even being slightly sluggish was enough for a mixture of eight Flyboys and Franks to take a firm hold on the rest of the flock, while three wrapped their bulky arms around me. Three? I'm honoured. NOT.
I snarled nasty insults and struggled enough for a top-range bull to be proud of. Unfortunately, Franks can be extremely heavy, and the arms wrapped around my waist, legs and arms were not helping. They closed their wings in abruptly, and I realised their game plan, the suicidal idiots!
"MAX!" the Flock screamed as my aching wings finally gave up under the strain. I pumped them hard, but the effort was useless as the Flyboys repeated their droning message.
"Do not struggle. You cannot win."
I gritted my teeth and watched as a Flyboy punched Fang in the head repeatedly. I noticed well over six darts sticking out of Angel's limp arms and saw Gazzy losing consciousness. They both went completely limp as the sedative took over, and I was seeing red as they continued to pummel the other members of my family over the head. I plummeted towards the ground, snarling and kicking violently. I finally got a leg free, and kicked my heel solidly into the Frank's face. He was lighter on his own, and flew past my head (still falling). With a little more weight gone, my wings were continually stopping and starting in short bursts under the two now remaining Flyboy's weight. One Flyboy abruptly let go and pumped darts into my stomach and higher back, blood dripping from the tiny wounds. I tumbled through the air, eyes stinging. Somehow I was flipped onto my back, so that I wasn't watching the ground rapidly approach. Was this how I was going to die? Held down by robots as I fell to my death? I hope not. There was only one Flyboy left that was aiding my fast descent, but my weakened and partially sedated body was not co-operating with my will.
Just as I could feel that the ground was not far away, something ripped the back of my hoodie and slowed my fall. It was cold and hard, and felt alarmingly like a metal pole. It tore mercilessly through my clothes and back, but my landing was on an entirely new level of pain. My wings had been forced in sometime during my fall, so I hit the ground with bone-jarring force, without a buffer to catch the air. My head snapped back as I landed, and an almost inhuman pitch escaped from my lips. I noticed fleetingly that I was indeed pinned to an alarmingly tall white pole. There were sounds around me, but my brain was not registering anything right now. The Flyboy that was holding my waist had been crushed, but another fell quickly and started punching my head and stomach. I was pinned to a pole by my clothes, achingly covered in sedative darts, and had just hit the ground with enough force to wobble Mt. Everest. So, I was in no condition to fight. Suddenly, the Flyboy was tackled away from me, and I thought for a second that the flock had finally gotten away from the other robots. Alas, my confused brain saw only several boys in football gear, surprisingly beating the crap out of the Flyboy. It finally clicked what I had fallen on- a football pitch! And I was pinned to an incredibly high goalpost. But football pitches meant people who could expose my family and me, so I ripped my hoodie off and attempted to leap high enough for a quick take-off. I felt the two prongs dig into my legs, and the electric volts as I was tasered out the sky. Freedom was slipping through my fingers, and so was the ability to stay conscious...
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I woke up in a dark room, with a large glass wall that I recognised as a two-way mirror. The previous stings from the dart holes were healed, and the aches all over my body were a lot better than the initial fall. I knew that my back was bandaged, and the feeling of bound wrists and ankles was becoming unfortunately familiar. Another thing I recognised was that I was starving, and an annoyingly continuous rumble was coming from my stomach. A man suddenly entered the room, shuffling a bit in the dark before sitting down on a plastic chair across the table from me. This was obviously not an Itex facility, or this man would have had numerous Flyboys backing him up. Ironically, this setup- the two way mirror and cameras mounted in the corner- reminded me of some cliché TV show.
"Who are you?" I asked the man. He looked startled that I could see him; which was un-surprising considering that not many normal humans have night vision.
"Who are YOU?" he responded, leaning forwards onto the table.
I didn't say anything- Neither did he.
When he realised I wasn't a particularly chatty person, he opened up a file that was sitting on his lap. He pulled out a few snapshots of the crushed Flyboy, and the still intact one that the football nuts had tackled. He laid them out in front me, and a light came on that illuminated the room. I sighed dramatically and looked bored. Stifling a yawn, I waited for the man to reveal the purpose of his delightful visit (and why I was tied to chair in a room with an observation mirror).
"What are these things?" I looked up at his question and stared behind his head. I rolled my eyes and sat in silence.
"How did you get here?" Nothing.
"What's your name?" Nada.
"Do you know where you are?" Zilch.
"Who are you?" Zip.
He was getting annoyed. I have a talent for getting under people's skin- call it a gift!
"Look, we don't know who you are, where you've come from, how you got here, but unless you talk- we might have to be a little less civil." he sneered, trying to intimidate me. I finally met his eyes, and raised an eyebrow at his threat.
"Whoopee-do-di-ay." I responded in a bored voice. He smiled, sitting up straighter.
"Is that an American accent? Are you from the USA?"
"Are you a multi-celled organism?"
He sighed. I guess he just discovered 'sarcasm'.
"I'm sorry about this, I really am."
"And I'm sorry you were dropped on your head as a baby."
He gave me an authentic-looking gaze of pity, and I felt like asking:
'What could be so horrible?'
The door opened and a large, beefy man walked in.
"Time to talk, cupcake!" he smiled, and the first man sighed.
"Meet Mr. Norman Large."
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JAMES-
James had no skill when it came to football. Sure, he could run fast, and it wasn't too hard to kick the ball, but still he failed spectacularly. But he had just returned from a particularly long shift cleaning toilets, so watching Bruce and a few of his other mates run around was considered an OK afternoon, in his book. But when small bits of flaming metal had started raining down on them, they'd suspected that something wasn't right. Along with the booms, explosions and the sudden appearance of a metal head landing next to a scared red-shirt... but then, to top it all off, a girl falls out of the sky with a robot hugging her- a robot with half its skin burnt off! Well, that's just a bit creepy, don't you think? And then her hoodie gets snagged on the goal post as she's falling, and she hits the ground hard enough to kill her- but she's alive?! (And squishing a very flat robot!). But then another robot just drops out the sky, and starts pummelling her! Not to mention, she's got over a dozen darts sticking out of her! Enough to take down an elephant, it looked like! Well, the rumours going 'round went from slightly plausible, to; let's go lock half of CHERUB in a loony bin. But no-body knew what was going on. All we knew was that they were interrogating her (possibly off-campus) and that Mr. Large (an ex-trainer that had a ruthless reputation) had been brought in for 'extra measure'.
CHERUB, torturing people? Impossible. Mr. Large, torturing people? Entirely possible- scarily possible.
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MAX-
I have to admit, these guys were pretty good. If I hadn't been a freak of nature, lived in a dog cage, zapped almost every day for a few years, and tortured to test my pain resistance- they might have actually intimidated me. But since I was, and am, all of the above- they were kind of comical.
After threatening me for a bit, (I think the plan was to intimidate me with the 'Large' dude) they basically kept swapping interrogate-the-prisoner duty. The guys' faces were the highlight.
Whenever the interrogator would change, I'd change personality.
"Who are you?" I knew that the file in front of the guy labelled me as, 'silent, withdrawn, perceptive', so, imagine his surprise when I wasn't.
"I'm Mary-Luu, what's your name? Wait, it's probably, like, top-secret right? So you can't, like, tell me anyway, right? Well I think Mary-Luu is, like, a cool name! Wait, you look like a Joel! But you might find that, like, offensive. Personally, I find that name they give, like, dead people offensive. Like, John Doe?! So do I, like, have to call you John? Or Mr Doe? Or Joel? Or what?"
I looked up at him innocently like I was actually interested in the answer. He looked stunned, as he furiously scanned back through the paperwork in front of him. I mentally smiled. Ah, the joys of manipulating the people who want to pick apart your brain. After only twenty minutes of listening to my ramblings, the guard hurriedly left the room. I smiled wide- I learned from the best. That stray thought let off a chain reaction of others, which led to the clump of ice that was steadily forming in my stomach at the mention of my flock. Being separated from them was like being stabbed with rusty nails, then turning the blade while still in the wound- inescapable pain. Unfortunately, I had no idea where I was, how long had passed, or where in hell my flock was. And that pissed me off- real bad. I was slowly turning to stone. And one day, maybe a few weeks in, I couldn't keep up the act.
They had been getting pretty pissed off lately. I had gone back to the, 'glare silently and hope they'll give up plan'.
"ANSWER ME! RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE FREAK! NO WONDER WE FOUND YOU WITH NO FRIENDS OR FAMILY TIES! WHO WOULD STICK AROUND WITH YOU!?"
As you can probably guess, I snapped. What- they insulted the flock!
The once-tight binds were weak and flimsy under my new found rage. My eyes were red as I launched myself across the room and slammed him into the wall, feeling the vibrating crunch as his skull caved in. His eyes were in the back of his head, and the red streaked down the wall- along with some other clear fluid that I recognised as brain juices. His brain was literally leaking out his head. But I had no time to dwell upon that. In an instant (but what felt like longer in my rage-filled haze), my body was shaking violently as I was shocked from a white-hot clip on the back of my ear. Why hadn't I noticed the device before? Everything shivered and shuddered under the pressure of the current that was pounding through my body, hundreds of volts at a time. Somehow, this fuelled my anger, as memories of the mazes at the School broke through the haze. I managed to reach up to my ear and rip the device off. Blood poured down my fingers as I realised that the small stud-like contraption had been drilled into the cartilage of my upper ear. The door burst open, and I spun around in a fighting stance, ready to face all that was coming. The non-violent prisoner no-more. Right now, I was deadly, unfocused, and would destroy everything in my way. But a sliver of doubt entered the haze when five muscled people barged straight through the door, wielding guns and tasers. An in-human snarl ripped its way from my chest as I sprung forward. They seemed reluctant to use the guns, but they were perfectly trigger-happy with the tasers as five sets of little current passing prongs slammed into me. My face didn't move from its ferocious snarl as I convulsed on the ground. Looking up into the faces of my captors, somehow my words fell out.
"You look at me like I'm a freak, when have you done any better yourselves?" my grunts and groans then washed any remaining words that might have slipped out, including some 'over PG' stuff.
Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, Iggy, Fang... God, even Total and Akila! I love you guys...
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What do you think, for my first (published) chapter in a while? Good, Bad, Terrible, Shocking, Disgusting, Gut-Wrenching- Oh, wait. Those are mostly bad descriptions, aren't they, ne? Oh well. Guess I don't have much faith in myself after all. =].
Seriously, feedback, guys. Encourage me, with the Good the bad and the Rainbow-ass-suckin'ly-ugly. Some more randomness, before you click review...
I hate you,
You hate me,
Let's tie Sasuke to a tree!
A great big knife and a 2 by 4,
Now the Emo is no mooore!...
-My current fav. saying. (will be a saying on end of every fic, now)