A/N: Oh. Look. I'm back on this site. I haven't gotten on here in like . . . a couple years. wow! Well, the story behind this story is pretty much what the erasers think of what's going on. I tried posting this story before but when I got on to check out how it was doing I realized how bad my writing was back then. I deleted the story and I'm curently rewriting it. So without any furter waite here is chapter one of The life of an Eraser.

Disclamer: I dont own Maximum Ride.

I woke up in a bed that was more like a large dog crate. It was only tall enough to sit up in and not even long enough to stretch out all the way when I slept. It had a thin blanket in it "incase we got cold" but it wouldn't hold in a single degree of heat. Anyway they didn't care if we were cold. They didn't care if we died. If we died they would just make another eraser. We were that disposable.

I looked around at the other crates in the room. Other erasers were calmly sleeping in their almost-too-small crates. It looked like I was the first one up today. Not that it actually meant anything. All I could do was sit around wishing my life was different. I rolled my shoulders and stretched my back listening to each vertebra pop. My body was stiff from sleeping in such a small place and I didn't even have enough room to properly stretch out my stiff body.

One of the scientists – white coats, as we knew them – walked in and turned on the lights. He walked by and unlocked each crate. They didn't take any chances of us escaping here. They locked the doors, the cages, and always had someone watching to make sure we didn't try to leave.

I slowly made my way to the cafeteria but this time I took a less direct root. I didn't feel like fighting with the other erasers this morning. Being one of the few female erasers I had a harder time than the rest. I was smaller and didn't have as many mussels as the guys. On the other hand I was quicker and agiler than the males but that wouldn't do me any good trying to get a good place in line for breakfast.

On my way by I noticed some of the crates were empty. Normally I wouldn't notice or care but they experiments that were normally in those crates were different. They had wings. Like the birds outside. The birds that we would practice catching. I didn't like smacking the poor, helpless birds out of the wonderful blue sky. They disserved to be there. That's what they were made for. To fly. To fly far away for this awful place. That's what wings were for. To get away. The experiments had wings but they were trapped never able to truly use their wings to get away.

I didn't stay long. If I stayed anywhere too long people would start to wonder. I didn't like being the center of attention so I kept on walking. I thought that maybe the wonderful experiments had been sent to the Institute. I hoped they got away while they were trying to transport them. I hoped that they got away and showed the school that they couldn't hold the beautiful wings in cages forever.

While I was eating I was trying to remember what we did yesterday. I was part of the "erasers in training" where we learned how to fight and take care of unruly experiments. I think they said something like that on the first day. They taught this group like we wanted to join. The way they worded things made it seem like we had it good. Maybe we did have it good compared to some of the experiments. The ones that wouldn't even live a whole day because there were some animal that just should not be combined.

As I was eating I hears some of the white coats talking.

"Where have the bird kids gone?" a somewhat younger white coat asked.

"We sent one to the Institute," the other stated.

"All of them are gone," the first man stated matter-of-factly.

The older one raised his eyebrows and went to check. I glimmer of hope sputtered to life inside me. They made it out, I cheered inside. They really made it out.

I looked up when I heard someone walk over and sit down next to me. it was Ari, my best friend. He'd been turned into an eraser when his father pretty much forgot about him. He looked different than all the other erasers. Even when he wasn't in wolf-form he still hade a wolf-like appearance whereas the rest of us looked completely human.

"Good morning, Sarah," he greeted. He called me by my name. The name I'd given myself. Most erasers didn't have names just numbers but Ari had a name and when I met him I was sad that I didn't so together we came up with the perfect name: Sarah.

"Morning, Ari," I answered back smiling.

"Have you seen my dad?"

I shook my head. Ari's dad was Jeb. He was some high ranked white coat that only cared about the bird-kids. The bird kids . . . . That's when it clicked.

"Ari," said trying to hide the smile on my face. "Your dad busted the bird-kids out last night. He's probably not back yet."

Ari smiled trying not to show the disappointment welling up in him.

I didn't understand that Ari was upset so I just kept trying to make conversation.

"Isn't that great, Ari. They're free. They can finally use their wings for flying away from here like you always said."

Ari wasn't listening anymore.

"He left without me," Ari mumbled to himself I could see him getting angier by the second. I leaned over and gave him a friendly hug hoping he wouldn't do something he would later regret.

Jeb's POV

I walked down the unmonitored halls. Everyone had already gone to bed. Only the erasers were being monitored now. I had made sure everything was right before I even left the room. The cameras were off, the doors were unlocked, everything was going to work just like I'd planed.

I knelt down next to the small cages, unlocking each as quietly as I could. As soon as each was awake I motion them to be quiet. Silently they crawled out of their cages. I pointed to the door where we were headed. The door lead strait to the parking lot where the van was ready to take the flock far away. I stayed behind holding Iggy's hand leading him out of the building.

We were outside. The fresh night air blew gently around us. I opened the van door letting everyone in. I closed the side door and got in the drivers seat about to turn on the van. That was when Max spoke up.

"Where are we going?"

I turned around to look at the car full of young kids. The youngest were sitting in the first row. I could tell four-year-old Angel was doing all she could to keep her big blue eyes open. The older one's where in the second row. The were the older one's but they were still only 12.

"Far away, Max. Where the erasers cant find you." And I hoped, with all my heart, that I was telling the truth.

A/N: please review and tell me what you think. What you liked and what you didn't. I just wanna hear from you.