Here's chapter two! This one is written by me, October. Much shorter one due to the fact that this is my first fanfiction other then the book 6 spoof. :)

Disclaimer: JP owns all. I own the writing ;)

Chapter Two

October's P.O.V

We flew into the field, my stomach feeling uneasy. And I didn't think it was the food. Your thoughts are really jumbled, Angel's voice said in my head. What's wrong? I quickly cleared my thoughts and thought about... anything else. Nothing. I swooped down and helped Angel pick strawberries while Marlene randomly wrestled with Gazzy. As far as I could tell, she was winning. I rolled my eyes and turned to see Angel angelically picking berries. Her wide blue eyes looked so innocent... I found myself thinking. Maybe we should stop-

No. Marlene growled in my thoughts and I scowled. The strawberries stained my fingers red and I couldn't help but think of blood. Blood. Fighting. Ari. Angel. GAH.

"Gazzy!" I yelped as the aforementioned dumped some strawberries on my head. I spun around to see him running away, laughing. I heard a voice and saw Iggy doubled over laughing too. I smirked before my wings sprung out and I flew toward Gazzy, dropping low enough to aim a kick at his butt. I laughed, then swooped over to Iggy. The rest of the Flock laughed as I crashed into him 'accidentally' and we fell over. I popped up and, laughing, flew away before he could retaliate.

October! Eraser attack, remember? Marlene interrupted my victory lap.

Oh yeah, right. I thought... sarcastically? Is that possible?

Yeah, it is.

Oh.

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"Erasers!" Marlene screamed.

The entire Flock and I turned to see the scary, wolfish men dropping from the sky like snowflakes. Evil, murderous snowflakes. They had the element of surprise on their side. Well, for the flock at least.

Following Max's lead, we launched ourselves at the Erasers. I watched as Max aimed a roundhouse kick at the nearest and hit the target. Suddenly finding myself dog food, I took my eyes off of her and aimed a punch at the Dog-man. Let's just say, I didn't realize how tall he was. He chuckled as I hit his chest then he kicked the back of my legs and I flopped onto my butt. I felt something warm and moist on the back of my head where I hit it on the ground. He stood over me, saliva dripping off his fangs and sparkled in the sun. I sprang up and dodged his next punch. I aimed and kicked him where it hurt the most.

Mwah.

He groaned and I took the moment to my advantage. With a battle-cry that was totally movie-worthy, I launched myself at him and sprung onto his back. Snarling, he fell to the ground. He flipped over and I punched him in the face. He had just blacked out and I was feeling pretty proud, then the second came. Hairy arms circled my legs and pulled me upwards. I screamed and saw Marlene's eyes flick to me momentarily. She looked kinda upside down from this angle. The Eraser was holding me by the ankles, my head a foot from the ground. Why the hell are they so tall?! I kicked and struggled for a moment but it only made him chuckle. I huffed angrily and folded my arms.

"Why Patterson, why did you make them so strong?!" I cried to no one in particular. Then I managed to swing my torso upwards and wham the Eraser with my butt. So there.

We fell backwards and he let out an 'oomph' as I landed on his chest, hopefully knocking the wind out of his lungs... again.

"Why are you kids so impossible?!" he growled, springing to his feet. "Why don't you just surrender like good little kids and nobody will get hurt."

Uh oh. Looks like someone is missing a few brain cells.

"One," I said, punching him in the face. My wings sprang out so I could reach it. "Why only be difficult when with a little more effort you can be impossible? It's so much more satisfying." He backhanded me in the chest and I gasped. Ouch. Taking advantage of my momentary distraction, he tried to punch my face but only succeed in scraping his long nails into my skin. I bit my lip in a effort not to cry out.

"Two," I continued, as though nothing had happened. "We're not good little kids." Blinking the blood from my eyes, I flipped over his head and kicked him in the back. He fell on his face and I landed on his back before he could get up.

"And three," I said, picking up a conveniently nearby rock. "I refuse to battle with one who is ill equipped with the skills and intelligence to actually do any harm." Well, except for my face. I smashed the rock on the back of his head and he blacked out. I felt something hot on the back of my neck. I spun around and a fist collided with my face. Blood clouded my eyes and I grabbed at my face. The Eraser grinned and pushed me over. I fell and he kicked me in the ribs. I gasped and he continued to punch and kick me. I kept trying to get up but the Eraser didn't stop. He kicked me hard in the head and everything went fuzzy. Then, if you put it in the cliché way, everything went black.

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