Chapter Two
As I got closer I used my raptor vision to see if they were winged Erasers, but they were kids! One of them had a six foot wingspan and looked about eight. Her wings looked copied and pasted from a hummingbird. The other one, a guy, had a ten foot swan wingspan and looked about a year younger than me. 10. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes as far as I could tell. The girl had short black hair that was straight and went to her chin before curling in. I swooped in silently behind them, planning on surprising them, but as I landed I slipped on a puddle of oil (how did that get there?) and fell on my back witha dull thud. I cried out and the two whipped around to face me. The girl instinctively pointed a finger gun at me and my mind went to ASDFmovie. The boy also pointed a finger gun at me.
"What good is a finger gun gonna do against an Eraser?" I spat out. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because the girl started thinking I was threatening them and that I was an Eraser.
"THERE'S AN ERASER UP HERE, RICK! KILL IT!" She screamed.
The boy, apparently named Rick, kicked me, sending me sliding to the side of the billboard overhang. It was a good fifty yards down. No way.
"I'm not a frikking Eraser!" I yelled, attempting to save my life, "Finger guns just... aren't the best form of defence!"