A/N: Okay, I'm really sorry if the events of the story are moving quite slow, and yeah I admit, boring. But promise! I'll give everything I can. Anyway, thanks for the review, especially AnikaandAj. I hear 'ya. It really was kind of boring. I didn't have much energy when I wrote that. So, thanks and here goes nothing!

Max's POV

It's already been one day since the others left. And it's already been one day since I learned the word BOREDOM. I haven't done much anything for the past day, just eat, sleep, watch and sometimes clean. And I never forgot to text Fang.

It was already late afternoon and I practically did everything possible to do in the house. I tried flying but I wasn't much in the mood. What's wrong with me? I think I have this boredom sickness or is it laziness sickness? I practically say no to everything that comes in my mind. Ugh. I should've gone with them. But then again, I don't want to loose the opportunity of having the house all to myself.

After a few hours of watching TV, my stomach started to grumble. So, I went to the fridge to find some food. I found some pizza but I saw some molds. Yuck. Disgusting. So, I just settled with PB&J sandwich with a glass of orange juice.

When I thought everything was just turning out to be ordinary, the doorbell rang. And guess what who was there? If you're thinking Dylan, you're absolutely wrong. Same goes with Jeb and Fang. I'm giving you a hint. They're our past furry and very ugly friends whom I thought were already extinct. If you guessed who they were, then congratulations! And if you haven't, then you're an idiot.

"What the?" I said in surprise as I slammed the door shut. I ran towards the back door but it was blocked by humongous Erasers. The foul stench of their body almost made me gag. They were still the same. Ugly, bad smelling and ugly. Their body was built for hard combat. Bigger and more muscular. No doubt they were made stronger.

"So, little Miss Ride is left all alone." The biggest one of them said mockingly. They were not more than 10. I can handle this. Piece of cake.

"Got a problem with that?" I said glaring at it. I was already in battle mode, ready to kick some ass. And this was what I only needed to give me some life.

They attacked. I dodge every blow they made. And we did that not less than a minute. And it was tiring me. When I wasn't looking one of them kicked me hard on the stomach, so hard that it sent me flying straight to the wall. One of them neared me and put his hand around my neck. He tried choking me, but I scratched him in the eye. He loosened his grip; just enough for me to give him a kick on the face.

One of them grabbed my hair and started to haul me towards them. I screeched in pain. When it finally let go, I saw a thick bundle of blonde hair. This made me super mad. "You jerk!" I screamed. I advanced, punching, kicking and snapping the heads of each and every Eraser that tried to come near me. I thought it was finally over. But I stood corrected. I heard a low growl from behind me. Even before I could turn around, it already hit me. I fell on the floor, face first. It was so hard that I broke my nose. "Ouch! You are going to pay!" I yelled, standing up. But it sat on me. Really sat on me! His body was obviously too heavy for me to carry. Then, like any child would do, he started to jump up and down with his butt on my back. It was getting hard for me to breath. And like as if being under this heavy weight wasn't enough, I heard a snap. It was my ribs. The Eraser started laughing menacingly.

I started to cough, and the pain that it brought to my chest was unbearable. There was one thing that came to my mind when I started to spit out blood. This is a very stupid way to die. When I thought it was finally done playing around, it grabbed me by the legs. He put me on an upside-down position, where my head was supposedly where my legs are now.

"Are you giving up? You really are a weakling." He said, laughing. He flashed those sharp but unleveled teeth of his, as if saying he can rip me into shreds with his eyes closed and his hands tied at the back.

I growled, feeling pissed and weak. He showed me his sharp nails, and pointed it to my throat. I gulped down nervously. If he's going to kill me, do it now. I hate suspense.

I tightly closed my eyes, wishing that Fang was here. But he wasn't. I have to do this alone. But I can't do anything. My ribs hurt like hell. My blood was rushing to my head. And I started to feel dizzy.

"Before, I kill you. I want to play with you first." He said swaying me back and forth. It was like being sea sick. And just like that, he threw me. I fell on the sofa, causing it to turn over. I groaned and stood up, savoring every ounce of energy that I had left.

It neared me and grabbed me by the neck. "I can squish you like a bug." It said tightening his grip. He punched me one more time on the face, giving me a black eye. He laughed some more as I fell on my knees.

I walked or lets say limped away from him while he was laughing at his so called victory. They may be big and strong but their brains are smaller than a pea, that he couldn't notice my escape. Anyway, I entered my room and opened the window. Before I could even jump out, and fly away, a large, hairy hand grabbed my legs. Causing me to bump my head on the window pane. There was a small trickle of blood that came from my head.

He laughed some more. Even with my very critical state, I still managed to roll my eyes. "Don't you ever get tired of laughing?" I asked him. He looked at me, an evil grin spread across his morphed face. He shook his head and laughed some more.

"Now, where did we end?" He asked himself, rubbing his chin like as if it would help him remember. Then I saw a light bulb flash above his head. "Ah! Yes! I remember."

He turned me over, my back and wings now exposed to him. He laid a hand on my back in case I move. He then started to pick on my feathers. I screamed at each time he plucked a feather. "Music to my ears." He mused and continued. Then when I thought he was done, he did something that made me mad and cry so much. He twisted my wings into a very painful and unimaginable way. He let go of me and dragged me towards the sofa. He threw me there. Not caring if I lay there without any shackles that bound me to the walls or something. He got out of the house. I thought he was going to leave me there for good. Because he left me for more than a minute.

While he was at it. I took this as an opportunity to clear things and get away. But how can I? I can't feel my legs or my wings. I felt numb. Completely numb. And what I hated the most was that I felt weak. As in weak, weak. Completely drained out of energy. I closed my eyes feeling helpless. It was the ever first time I felt helpless. The ever first time that I lost over an Eraser. The ever first time…

My trails of thoughts were broken when I heard a door slam shut. Loud footsteps coming closer, the deep breathing of the Eraser made me feel dreadful.

"Open your eyes, Ride. I want you to see your death." He said. I could feel the evil and maniac smile. I forced myself to open my eyes. What I saw made my heart fall to my stomach. It made me feel more scared.

I saw him holding a big rock. He lifted it directly above my head. "Any last words?" He asked as he readied himself. I gave him a smirk. At first he looked surprised that I didn't say anything and I wasn't quivering in fear. But to be honest, deep inside I felt horrible. I was already crying inside. But I had to contain myself till my very last breath.

"Very well then." And just like that, he let the rock slip from his hands. I tried to roll but I couldn't so I just covered my head with my arms. I heard another snap. My arms. The pain. It was too much to bear. Too darn much.

He dragged me again and banged my head on the wall. At the first two whacks at the concrete wall, an ordinary human being would have already died. My bones might be stronger than any other ordinary human, but it doesn't mean that it's indestructible. After more slamming and pounding, blood oozed out of my head. I felt numb. Really numb. I couldn't hear anything just the continuous sort of like statistic humming inside my damaged brain.

I thought I was only imagining it but I heard shouting and slamming of doors. The Eraser let go of me, not caring if I hit my head. Again. I was still conscious but not fully. I could still see but not clearly. Just very blurred images moving. Then the last thing that I saw was a face. It was like as if the image was warped.

Just like that everything went black…