Summary: Four years after the flock supposably defeated Itexicon, someone has picked up on the research and created a whole new breed of Erasers. Stronger, faster, smarter and more aerodynamic than ever before. But what happens when this new breed- starts to rebel? Ari is dead... or is he?

Some M/FX (Max/Fang) and maybe Nidgy (Iggy/Nudge)

Hello! i thought of this one while i was in maths... most boring subject ever! soo if you like it review it other wise i'll just leave it as a random unfinished thing... it basically about Ari and the Flock finding each in the chaos of war... oh and Ari's not who you think he is. Its all confusing but ill explain if the story get good reviews...

I woke up with a start, to a dog licking my face.

"Hur… aw.. geddoff… get off!" I grumbled, pushing the dog off my chest. He fell with an indignant yelp, and seemed to glare at me before he trotted off. I frowned after him and let my eyes adjust to the dark. Sitting up, I squinted at my dusty surroundings. It looked like a war zone around here. Concrete, twisted reinforced steel and bits of wood created a whole load of carnage. It also had me trapped in a two by four rubble cell.

I frown. Where was I? I tried to think back to a situation that would place me here, in this ruined building. I tried but every time I did a cloud blocked my intelligent thoughts. I hummed in frustration, my head ached. It smelt pretty bad in here too. A mixture of smoke, dust and anthrax most likely.

I tried to stand but pain shook though my leg, like an after thought. I looked down at my leg, and was greeted by a rusty looking piece of metal sticking out of my upper thigh. I groaned. Great, now I'd need another tetanus shot. I hated needles! I looked up and saw the dog standing in front of a large piece of concrete, panting with his tongue hanging out. His little black eyes were fixed on my face.

"Hey boy, this might get a little messy so I won't be offended if you turn away," I said smiling grimly, watching him for a reaction.

He did't move. Actually, he didn't give any indication that he'd heard me...

I shrugged, and took a grip on the metal with both hands. I sucked in a breath and bit down hard on my bottom lip. Getting a better grip on the thing, I looked away and pulled gently. The pain was incredible. I hissed out through my teeth, and I looked down again. Dark blood oozed out around the moving metal, and my grip started to slide. I paused and looked back up at the dog, panting. That's me panting, not the dog. As our eyes met, he closed his mouth and tilted his head giving a little whine.

"Alright boy… now's the tricky part," I hissed though pained breaths. I reached up and pulled my shirt off over my head, revealing my bare chest. With as little movement as possible, I ripped the shirt into three strips. I placed the longest one next to me, wrapped the second longest around my hand and then using my right hand, pressed the third strip to the oozing wound firmly.

I closed my eyes and shook off the feeling of dizziness, clouding my mind. Opening them again, I took a strong grip on the chunk of metal. I bit down on my lip again; my leg was just a numb pain now.

I breathed in slowly this time.

With a quick wrench, the metal came loose. The dog barked. I cried out in pain this time. I dropped the piece of metal, and pressed the rag down hard on my gushing wound. The pain was bad, but losing too much blood was worse, I knew that was a fact. I felt a wave of nausea come over me, and I lent back on a steel bar. Its cold hard surface helped me concentrate again.

I lifted my left hand off of the wound, pressing down harder with my right. I picked up the largest strip and lay it down over the wound, the other rag and my hand. I slipped the other end under my thigh, gathered both ends back together, and pulled down hard. I slipped my right hand out and tied both ends together as tightly as I could. Blood was soaking through my temporarily made bandage, but there was nothing more I could do.

I grimaced back up at the dog, who had come forward and lay down at my feet. His little black eyes had never left my face. I smiled grimly.

"I liked that shirt."

With that, the clouds over took my mind and I slumped to the side, eyes closed.

Total frowned and crept forward. The teenagers' eyes closed and he was out. The little dog shifted his gaze down to the teens leg and back up, over to his exposed back. Two large black tattoos of eagle wings waved as his muscles tensed and loosed again in small spasms of pain.

His shoulder length black hair fell loosely over his face, but Total knew he'd seen that face before. He must have seen it a hundred times, never this smooth or with the same expressions. There was no mistaking the tone in his voice, or the colour in his eyes. It was impossible, he'd died five years ago. Yet, there could be no mistake. There he was, in the flesh and blood, and looking as human as they come.

The young teenager infront of him groaned.

"Ari?"

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