We were amidst a fight with the Eraser robots. I admit they were a bit creepier than normal. Every punch, every kick I made they repeated Max's name - over and over again, incorrectly. Every limb/robotic material that fell, their glowing LED eyes grew dimmer and dimmer. The sky was soon cleared of their existent and it was us the flock. I just HAD to say this.
"OMG! Did you see that? There was like fifty million Eraser clones before but there are like none! Isn't that cool?! OMG! That explosion was awesome!"
A dark shadow loomed over me. The flock was staring at me. NUDGE! RUN! Angel had spoken. NUDGE! FLY! I sped away before you can say hippopotomonstrosesquipedali ophobia (it's the fear of long words). I mean it's ironic. Ah. Shoot. My arm! It feels like its flying out of the socket. My wings! It's going to snap! Going to snap! Pain shot up my spine. I writhed in pain. No duh. My breathe came in gasps. Max and Fang had sped up to the overly large Eraser clone. It's hot musky breathe caused shivers up my neck. I kicked and thrashed, but nothing seemed to help. Angel tried to get to its mind. I could see it. It was a robot, a machine with no mind. The Eraser should be tired by now, but it wasn't it wasn't losing battery life. Sharp pain shot across my arms and wings. My body was twisted. I felt the consciousness of me fade away. I still thrashed for some reason the grip loosened, and it was enough. I shot away, but my wings gave away. The whistling of the wind muted my scream. Iggy was tracing my scream down as the rest was fighting it with no hope. He grabbed my hand. He pounded his wings up and we rose, level to the rest of the flock. My wings, they were broken. It was as if my arms and my legs were broken. The pain was unbearable. I was shaking in pain. Whimpers were filling the air, it was mine. The eraser charged at me, why me? I squeezed my eyes shut so hard, that tears were squeezing out of my eyes. I felt my arms being snatched up and my neck was gripped hard. My life was oozing out as my breathe was coming out like I had an asthma attack. So this was what it felt like dying. My body went limp. My heart's beating was slowing down. Bye, world of my passions... Bye, flock. Bye. Bye. Bye.