Chapter 18
The shockwave flung Fang and I into the air like rag dolls. I slammed into the ground and slid five feet into a cracked wall. Immediately I jumped up, feeling the adrenaline start to rush through my veins. I looked around and saw Nudge jump out of her chair. I pointed down another hallway and yelled, "Nudge! Run!" She obeyed, and Fang and I followed. Suddenly a figure, seven feet tall, appeared in front of Nudge, grabbed her by the neck, and threw her through a wall.
"Both sides!" I yelled. Fang and I moved to opposite sides of the hall. At the same time Fang jumped into the air, aiming a kick at the figure's face, I dove toward his ankles. The man lifted his leg, slid his other one sideways, and leaned away from Fang. As Fang flew past, the figure swung its heavily muscled arm into Fang's back, slamming him into the floor so hard that it moved down an inch. As I hit the ground and slid past it, the fingers on its other arm latched around my ankle. Then, with a powerful swinging motion, it threw me into the ceiling. Closing my eyes, I felt my face slam first into the sheetrock, snapping my nose and engulfing my head in pain. Then I felt the sheetrock break, and then tiles break. I was free of my body painfully breaking things until, less than a second later, I crashed into the next ceiling, but not with enough force to break through it. The ceiling held me for a second, and then I fell through the hole in the floor and landed on the floor below.
An explosion of pain shattered the world around me, and replaced it with more pain. I could faintly feel warm liquid cover my face. My vision slowly started to clear, and I could see the figure standing over me. What the ?
"GAZZY!?" I yelled, sending me into another whirlwind of pain. It was his face, there was no mistaking it, but it was covered in brown fur, and his blue eyes had been replace with bright, red dots. Oh no! Not to him! Anyone but him! He smiled, revealing shiny white fangs.
"Don't you see, Max?" asked in a low growl. "Ari was a prototype. All of those Erasers were prototypes. The only reason they created the flyboys was because they'd figured out how to make the perfect killer, the perfect Eraser, and they needed time, time to ready the new Erasers for production." I looked past Eraser Gazzy, suddenly seeing Nudge and Fang readying themselves to attack. "I wish, Max, that they would let me spare your life, but they won't let me." He raised his fist, and I knew that he could easily crush my skull right then and there. "Goodbye Max." At that moment, Fang and Nudge jumped onto him, clinging to his neck. He let out a gurgle, bringing his hands up to his neck. He pried their arms off him and hurled them over his head. He readied himself for the kill blow, and then he let out a deafening scream. His body started convulsing, and he grabbed his head in pain. A few seconds later, he fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Sorry, brother," I heard a little girl's voice say. I looked around and spotted Angel standing at the end of the hall.
"ANGEL!" I yelled. I jumped up and ran to her, giving her a big hug. I felt Nudge and Fang pile on. "We've got to get out of here." The four of us grabbed one of Gazzy's limbs, picked him up, and carried him out of the hospital.