Author's Note: Hooray! Another chapter!
I don't own Maximum Ride. She belongs to James Patterson. I do own Jazz.
No flaming, all you Erasers.
===DEATH TO ALL ERASERS===
Oh, my God. This is almost as good as flying. As if I would know.
Another bullet flew by my head. Those stupid Erasers and their shotguns. If I weren't running for my life in a forest right now, I would probably have my wings stretched out and trying to take to the air.
I've never gotten this far before. They always caught me before I could get to the woods. Not tonight. Not ever again. Erasers will never touch me again- as long as I run. The whitecoats at the School should have know better than to put me on a treadmill almost every day. My legs are stronger than most Erasers. That plus my light composure and determination to get as far from this horrible place as possible meant that I was faster than any Eraser. The only problem was that I kept tripping over roots and stones with my bare, sensitive feet. And even though the pain barely touched the memory of some of the things I'd gone through, I still wasn't used to it. Who gets used to pain, even in the School?
My main goal was to find the girl I had heard of once from the whitecoats. Maximum Ride. She was a few months older than I was, and much more leaderly. I wanted to meet her so badly. Maybe she would take me in, too. Maybe.
Right now, I had to get out of range of those darned guns.
I had managed to get into the mountains, high above the valley where the School was located. I was trying to find a place to jump off, so I could fly. Fly away from here.
It was night, sometime in the wee hours in the morning. Full moon, so to my raptor vision, it was almost as bright as daylight. Even so, the shadows the pine trees cast everywhere misguided me. I often turned to a place I thought was a trail or way to lose the moronic half-wolves on my tail, as ended up almost running smack into a tree or boulder. Darn, I hated California.
"Get her!" I heard one Eraser bellow. "It's a sheer drop up ahead!"
Obviously these dipsticks didn't realize that I knew how to fly, as long as I had room to take off. With this new information, I ran faster. I saw the edge of the cliff maybe a hundred feet ahead. Perfect.
I pumped my legs as hard as I possibly could- six years ago, I could have never done any of this. The one thing the School ever did that turned out good for me was to give me the ability to walk, run, and fly. It was also their greatest mistake.
Just as I passed the last tree, I spread open my wings. Before I could think, they started flapping. I reached the end of the ground, and with last flash over my shoulder, I kicked off the rock with all my strength.
At first, I plummeted about ten to fifteen feet; my wings couldn't get the rhythm quite right. I closed my eyes as the cool night air streamed between my feathers, chilling my entire body. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and wings found the beat within a few seconds. I was gaining altitude- I was flying. I had fulfilled my life-long dream.
I soared, banking slightly to circle around the group of Erasers that were chasing me. I lifted my arms so they were parallel to my wings. I could imagine the way my golden feathers gleamed in the pure, white moonlight. I slightly envied the Erasers, if only for a second, for being able to see my wings' reflecting the moon like the surface of golden water.
"Losers!" I shouted at the pack. They growled and snarled at me uselessly. I smirked at them- they couldn't hurt me ever again. I blocked the moonlight, casting a shadow over the irritated Erasers. I was teasing them, as they always teased me.
Figuring that if I stayed any longer, I turned and flew west. To Maximum Ride.
To freedom.
To family.
===DEATH TO ALL ERASERS===
Again, short. Haven't you notcied that most of the chapters in Maximum Ride are, like, two pages long?
I know, this is pretty much a parody of the first chapter in the first book. I don't care. The next chapter will be much different, I promise.
No flaming.