Authors note: Hey everyone. I have talked to a few friends who read my hand written story, as well as talked to some english experts I know at schoolfor their opinion on whether I should stick in Max. But I decided that I won't stick her in.

I wanted to create original characters and story, but used ideas I got from Maximum Ride, to base my story on. Sorry if you really wanted her in. But I would greatly appreciated it if you continued reading and reviewing. Thanks everyone.

Chapter 9

The next morning nothing happened. Nothing came busting doors down, or tried to kill us, which was a good thing I suppose. I decided it wouldn't be safe to leave Laura at home alone, but we couldn't take her to school, not with everyone else around. We chose to stay home. Our mother hadn't come home last night, one of the usual things she was known to do, on occasion, and that's stay at work the entire night.

I was already downstairs at six-thirty in the morning cooking breakfast for everyone. I was surprised to see Laura the first to be coming down the stairs. I was always caught off guard by her, no matter how many times I looked at her; she always caught my breath, to see the figure from my dream in reality. It was hard to get my head around the wings, I was convinced they were real; they felt real when I accidentally brushed them last night, but my brain just wouldn't register a human with wings. A teenage girl no less.

"You should be resting," I said, "After those wounds you received."

"I have to thank you," Laura replied, "For last night. I never did thank you for what you did, even though you probably gave up everything for me."

I was silent when she said that. I knew that I had probably stuffed up life for my entire family and myself. I didn't think about it and acted on what I felt was right.

"Don't worry about it," I replied, trying to lighten the mood, "Life was boring anyway. Now I get to have some excitement, even if it involves possible death."

"You didn't think about it," Laura replied, "Did you? You just acted on what you felt was right. I wish I could do that. But the way I was bought up, I learnt to think before I act, to use my head, ignore my emotions."

"My father always said to think of the consequences before you acted," I replied, "I guess I didn't in this case. I saw someone who was going to die and had to save their life. What can I say? It's a flaw of mine."

"Everyone has flaws," Laura replied, "I'm no different. As for my wounds though, I heal faster than normal, scratches and claw marks take up to twenty-four hours to heal, bullet wounds about a week. That's the extent of my wounds as far as I know."

I whistled upon hearing that, it was impressive, being able to heal that fast. Just then Jake came walking down the stairs and surprisingly fully dressed. A few minutes alter, Danielle followed, fully awake and dressed. It seemed that both didn't have much sleep last night.

"How much of the outside world do you know about?" I asked Laura to occupy the time, "Being bought up in a lab all your life and all."

"I learnt as I lived," Laura replied, "I know what I need to, to survive."

I could tell there was something that she wasn't telling us, but she was allowed some secrets to herself, after all who are we to ask her about her past? She'll tell us if she wants to. There came a knocking at the door and everyone tensed. We didn't expect any visitors today, so who would be calling around at this time? I inched closer to the kitchen window and peered out onto the front porch. Two guys stood on the doorstep dressed in police uniforms, except they didn't suite the uniforms, they looked like they would be comfortable modeling swim gear or something.

"Laura?" I whispered quietly, "How do you tell an Eraser apart from everyone else while they are in their human form?"

"They are easy to spot," She replied, "They look like male models, people suited to looking down a camera lens and modeling swim wear or something. As Far as I know there are no Female Erasers, something to do with the result was too aggressive."

"Alright," I said smiling, "Just make sure to stay out of sight, two of them are on our doorstep, dressed as cops. I'll take care of them, make sure you remain hidden."

I walked through the lounge to the front door, picking up my fathers .357 magnum that I had hid by the door, fully loaded incase things got out of hand. I pulled back the hammer and held it behind my back as I approached the door. I opened it a crack to see who it was outside although I already knew.

"Hello," One of them said in a sweet melodious voice, "We were wondering if you have seen a girl around your neighborhood recently? Here is a photo of what she looks like. She responds to the name Keira."

I took the photo in my free hand and pretended to examine it. I already knew it was a photo of Laura, there was no need to take the photo seriously.

"I haven't seen her around here," I replied after a moment of silence.

"You se," The second one said, "We are good at sniffing out lies, and that was one big one you told right there. Now give us the girl and no-one needs to be harmed."

"Over my dead inanimate corpse, Erasers," I replied bringing the gun up behind the door and firing it though the wood.

Chapter 10

The retort from the blast jerked my arm back, but the Eraser caught in the blast wasn't so lucky, blood spreading from a large bullet hole in his chest. The crack of the shot going off was deafening, temporarily stunning the second Eraser from the noise. I ran back into the kitchen and grabbed one of the backpacks.

"Out the back door," I ordered them, "Fast. I don't know if he has any friends in the area, but he won't be happy his partner is dead."

"There were only two?" Laura asked as she followed us to the rear entrance, "They always hunt in packs of at least four. If you took one down by the tracks, they would have gotten a replacement, then the one you shot on the porch. We still have two on the…"

Laura was cut short as the back door splintered into pieces and two wolves crashed into the house, shaking the wood chips off their fur and snarling at us. I raised the gun and fired, but the Eraser had already leapt at me, seeing the gun I held as a threat and almost collided with me, until I ducked under the flying creature and rolled into the next room, the others following. I pulled the pack I was lugging around a slung it at the second one that had come through the back door. He batted it away with his sharp, clawed paw and pounced at us again. I ducked under the fangs that were aiming for my throat and punched it in the gut, winding it and sending it sprawling of the lounge floor.

"The stairs," I shouted, "They have the entire ground floor covered. "We need to get to higher ground. From there we should be able to climb out through fathers study."

We climbed the stairs, the Erasers hot on our trail, but keeping their distance to avoid being shot. We reached the second floor and I raced along, following the others into the study. As soon as I had entered, Jake and Danielle closed the wooden doors and shoved the couch up against them to buy us a little time. A smash from the window had us reeling as another wolf jumped through the shattered glass and bared it's fangs at us. Before I could react it had pounced and knocked me on the ground, the gun skittering across the floor and under my father's desk. I smelled the putrid stench of the Eraser breath and my eyes began to water, but I bought my leg up under it and shoved with all my might and sent it flying into a wall with heaps of father's pictures on.

It landed on the floor and growled at me. I saw movement out the corner of my eye and rolled towards it as the wolf pounced again. I felt a sharp stinging pain as the wolf's claws dug into the flesh of my upper shoulder, creating three bright red lines across my kin that began to weep blood. But that didn't matter, I had seen Jake loading out fathers hunting shotgun and had lunged for it when the wolf pounced. Now it was in my hands and the wolf saw it, keeping its distance. I heard no other sounds except for the panting of the lone wolf in the room. We had forgotten about the others and lost track of them. I heard the soft whoosh sound of a compressed air weapon being fired and a sharp pain in my neck as a needle penetrated the skin. I pulled out the dart to find they had hit me with a tranquilizer. The others had snuck up behind us. The world grew blurry as I fell to my knees under the tranq. I saw the person who shot me approach and lean down to whisper in my ear.

"Why are you willing to protect her?" he asked softly, "She's not as innocent as she makes out she is. I doubt she even told you the truth. You threw away your life for nothing."

"Why didn't you kill him?" I heard a voice ask, the tone low and an underlying growl escaping with it as the wolf asked the question, "He killed my friend."

"Boss' orders" The guy replied, "'They wanted him and his siblings alive."

That was all I head of the conversation before the tranq finally sunk its fangs into my mind and sent me to the oblivious darkness of unconsciousness.