Theanimedude: I didn't get any reviews last chapter...
Fang: Oh, well maybe that's because-
Theanimedude: (Holds feather threateningly)
Fang: (shuts up immediately)
Nick: (horror stricken face)
Theanimedude: I thought so. Review because every time you view this without reviewing, I find another ticklish spot on Fang. BWAHAHAHA...
Nick: Meep! Fang! Run!
Fang: (Disappears)
Theanimedude: Okay, a lot of people probably like the idea of Fang being tickled, so... every time you read this without reviewing, Ari kills a kitten.
Ari: I'M STILL ALIVE, PIGGYS!
Nick: Piggys?
Theanimedude: And if Chickenman12 leaves another stupid review, Ari will kill an orphan. I own Nick, nobody else. Next chappie!
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Nick the Eraser chapter 12
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
I sat by the radio, in the room that the Martinez's had let me stay in for the past few days. The song playing was the first one I'd ever heard... and it was sad. Ella told me music could be happy, like somebody named... Justin Beeper? I don't know. But the music perfectly highlighted my mood. It finally hit me harder- Max had trusted me, and now she couldn't. I wouldn't trust me.
I missed them. I missed little Angel, strong, hard, sharp as a dagger Fang, blind, jokester Iggy, the smelly Gasman, adorable motormouth Nudge, and- the one I missed the most- beautiful, powerful, graceful, tough, caring, brutal Max.
I hugged myself as the radio continued playing, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Ella walked in, holding a muffin and some milk, looking as sad as I felt, only not teary. "Breakfast, Nick," she whispered. I looked up at her, and she saw I was crying. She walked across the room and wrapped an arm around my neck, after setting the food down on a nightstand Doctor Martinez had let me put in this room, next to the radio.
"You must miss her so much..." she said, her voice breaking, but calm. "They were your only friends... and you had to leave them to protect them."
I nodded. Ella had been hugging me off and on lately, like I was her brother or something. Ya know, the kind of brother that's weak hearted, and needs his younger sister for comfort.
My arm crept around her, enwrapping her stomach and back. "I don't know what to do," I whispered brokenly. "If I stay here I could hurt you, if I go with the Max I could hurt her- no matter where I go, no matter how hard I try, the people I care about will be the ones who suffer... and that makes me suffer."
Ella nodded, her chin brushing my shoulder before she brought her head back up. Some tears had run from her face to my shoulder. "You don't deserve this," she whispered. "You wouldn't ever hurt anyone unless it was to protect somebody, but now you can't help it. It's not fair..."
I felt lifeless, my arms barely hugging her as another song played from the radio.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
"Listen..." she whispered. "You're you on the inside. Half the time you can be a murderous, horrific beast..." I winced at her description. "…but that isn't you. You're the most kindhearted, caring, good person in the world. You know that, though. So find a way to get rid of that monster."
"Where should I start?" I asked her.
"Wherever the most horrible things have happened to you," she said, and it made perfect since.
The school, my head voice chimed in at the same time as I thought it. So all the intelligences in my head agreed, it was unanimous.
I held her, before my arms fell from her sides. She took this as a cue to let go as well. I wiped my nose on my arm, a newfound determination rising up within me. I would get rid of this animal I'd become. And I would rejoin the flock if they let me.
The next morning
I hugged the Martinezs one last time, before turning to take off, a backpack hanging off of one shoulder, filled with cookies and some things that Doctor Martinez put in for me. I had told them I was leaving at Ella's suggestion, and I'd set off teary-eyed. Leaving them hurt almost as much as leaving Max did, but I had to do it. It was for their sake as much as mine. I wouldn't forgive myself if I hurt them, and who knew when another of my outbreaks would come.
The air was chilly, and my wings occasionally stiffened from the cold. I morphed to make myself warmer, but the cold air had already slipped its finger down my spine. I shivered in the air, my teeth clenching. I needed to warm up sometime soon, before I got to the school.
I saw a cave down below, and flew down towards it. It was unoccupied, but not large enough to hold me and give me the warmth I desired. I reached a clawed hand in and shoveled out a handful of dirt, my fingers already numbing.
I continued to dig into the ground, making a small tunnel, large enough to fit myself into. I lay down in it five minutes later, , but the cold that had already gotten to me wouldn't leave. So I set a fire, using a few sticks and my electricity.
I then realized I was hungry. I reached into the bag Doctor Martinez had set up for me, pulling out a handful of chocolate chip cookies. There were still a lot in there, and eating three or four wasn't much. I demorphed, realizing that anybody walking by would be frightened.
I smiled at my work, chewing on the little heavenly circles, warming up in my tunnel next to my fire. But then I slumped down, a frown crossing my features. I was only about ten miles from the Martinez's, and knew I'd have to go further out. I lay back peacefully, thinking, "A rest couldn't hurt..." I began drifting off to sleep, wishing I had company, anybody.
I had just crossed into dreamland, when I heard a small sniffling beside me. I looked up, and saw a little girl, maybe six years old. She looked so much like Angel it almost hurt, but her hair was brown. She was wearing a little white gown, which had some dirt on it, and a pair of khaki shorts. She had tears running down her adorable face, and her arms were wrapped protectively around her waist.
"Hey, are you all right?" I asked gently. She shook her head no, not crying, but tears were spilling across her face. "What's wrong?" I asked her worriedly. I looked at where she was holding, and saw the line of red. I gasped- she was bleeding. I reached for my backpack, taking out a large bandage and some Neosporin, reaching for her with one arm. She tiredly crawled over to me, and almost fell, and ended up leaning on me, her back turned to me. She was so small; her head barely touched my chest. I lifted her shirt slightly, and she winced as I rubbed the Neosporin on it with my bare finger. I then put the bandage over it, and smiled reassuringly down at her. Finally I used a little wipe to clean her belly up, and she sighed and shivered as the cold cleaning material touched her skin.
"There," I whispered. "All better?" she nodded, mumbling a thank you. I looked around, nobody was looking for her. We were right next to a road, and she looked like she'd been through a lot.
"What's your story, id?" I asked her.
"Umm..." she whispered. "My name's Sarah... I was at a school... and these people kept hurting me... so I flew here..." I looked down at her back, which had little ruffles where there were wings. I almost gasped, but I wasn't that surprised.
"Oh, you poor baby," I mumbled, rubbing her back gently. She shuddered at my touch, but soon leaned back against me, trustingly.
"I'm Nick," I whispered."I'll keep you safe. Don't worry." Sara nodded before falling asleep between my legs, leaning against my stomach. I hesitantly leaned down and kissed her forehead, before leaning back and falling asleep as well.
