Sorry for not updating in a long time! I was debating whether or not to continue this story since MR is not my fav series, but decided to continue just for a little while. As you may know if you have read my profile, I might be starting a new story/oneshot called dream fics! Check out my profile or PM me for more deets! Thanks! And remember to R&R! :D

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I jolt up and realize that it was all a nightmare. Well, most of it… The part about the Eraser and School was ver, very real. I really was genetically enhanced in a living hell called the School somewhere in New Mexico. Jet black wings really are grafted onto my back. And Erasers not only exist but are combined creatures like us, the six of the flying bird kids, are, save a few details. They are part human part wolf and always on the lookout for a tasty bird kid to sink their teeth into. My family and I have been hiding from Erasers and scientists since we escaped the School a while ago...We all still have nightmares about the injections that felt like it was turning your blood into molten lead and the cold, metal dog crates where we grew up. We only escaped because of Jeb, a scientist who felt sorry for us. He came back and was a father figure to all us until his disappearance two years ago. We still are completely clueless what happened and why he is gone. We all figured he was dead, but we never discussed the matter.

I flung back my sheets and swung my lean legs around to the cluttered floor. I languidly stood up and stretched. My tee, which was blackened a little near the hem from an experiment gone wrong, rode up past my stomach where tan skin shown. Over the years of rigorous training how to fight Erasers (and a little, just a little, of the bird genetics) allowed me to get really, really buff really easily. Not only does it help during fights, but if society ever accepts us as the freakish bird kidswe are it might help win the ladies or specifically one particular lady…

I quickly flung on a pair of dark blue basketball shorts over my boxers. It somehow always seems to bother Max when I walked around the house not wearing something over them. She always glances away immediately then mumbles something about how she doesn't want to see more of me than she needs to… But her blushes always hint on how that is certainly not the truth. I opened my curtains and looked out over a canyon sunrise. I opened my door just enough to let me through so I won't hit the squeaky spot that can somehow manage to wake up the whole house and quietly walked into the hallway. As I pass Max's room I hear muffled whimpers and suddenly hear a quiet scream. I fling open her door and run to the side of her bed. She is thrashing around like a fish out of water when I kneel down by her head. Her arms and legs are twisted and tangled up in the sheets. Sweat is coursing don her anguished and pained face.

"Shh..Shh… Everthing is going to be okay… Its okay…" I whisper quietly into her ear while my hand is rubbing her back in between her shoulder blades and wings. She looks so innocent and adorable when she is sleeping. She would consider it vulnerable and weak. After a minute of my soothing her she mumbles something sounding like my name and immediately thought, Crap! She's gonna kill me if she wakes up with me right next to her bed. First from surprise, then from anger. I quickly smooth her tangled hair and push it away from her face. I make it to the doorway before I look back at her lying form. I do not see a girl who struggles to keep her family alive. Instead I see Max a fourteen year old girl who I have grown up with and who will do anything to protect her family… Even sacrifice herself. I rush back to her bed and slowly lean down over her as not to wake her.. I gently kiss her on the forehead and rush out of the room before she stirs.