I couldn't see his face and the only thing I recognized was the Johnny Cash song playing on the radio.

(The Ring Of Fire, my moms favorite).

We were sitting in our garden drinking iced tea, and sunbathing under the summers heat.

"You and me Tabitha, we'll be together, we'll be the next step in revolution".

He leaned over and patted my stomach.

The song started to annoy the hell out of me and suddenly I felt sick,

I lifted my arm to smack his hand away and gasped at the weight of it.
I looked down to see a ball and a chain connected to me like a bracelet.

Suddenly we weren't in my garden any more.
We were in a delivery room, and I was giving birth.
He put his hands over my face, and I couldn't breath.

I shot up, my breath ragged, my hair clung to my face and neck with sweat.
I brought in a shaky breath and quickly reached over to my dresser drawer and dug through stacks of paper.
Suddenly I felt the bottom and grabbed my inhaler bringing it up, I took in a deep breath.

God today was gonna be a long day.

I took a shower, grabbed my things. put on a pair of flair out jeans with paint splattered on them, grabbed a tank top and my trench then headed out the door.

That's my number one rule about safe houses. If you wanna keep it safe don't stay there longer than three days...but if you have to only stay a WEEK at maximum.(Author Note: haha pun...)

I put my hands in my pockets and looked up at the sky, the sun was barely coming up, the birds hadn't even began to sing yet.
I sighed, and went over the file again. Jeb Batchelder, Age 33 caucasian.

Location: Uknown Last seen with intentions on keeps the Avian Project open until dated.
Daughter: Project 000010, Avian success
Son: Ari Batchelder, age seven Status: Eraser

I froze. Eraser?. Jeb's own son?.

Jeb's Avian patients were a failed procedure, and went missing, the school has special officers to track them down.
in spite of Jeb's failed procedures, he offered his own son as a test patient to start the Eraser Generation.

I felt my stomach churn and flipped the page. I grimanced at the sight of a picture of a little blond boy labeled 'Before'.

I flipped the picture around to see the horific image of 'After'.
I shut the file and glared at the floor.

Come ON Tabitha, you've got to learn to handle this bull!...but still...

I let my gaze fall back to the picture of the little boy and wished I could save him...all of them.

One goal at a time Tabitha, one goal at a time.


So I hope ya like it, R And R. next chaper contains a kick ass fight scene L3

I don't own Maximum ride or Johnny Cash's song Ring Of Fire lol.