Okay!!! New Chapter!!! It's four years later... so Max, Fang and Iggy are 14, Nudge, Zara and Zephyr are 11, Gazzy is 8 and Angel is 6.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or any of its character, they belong to James Patterson and who published the books. However, I do own Zara and Zephyr, who you will not take without asking!!!
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MAX FANG IGGY NUDGE ANGEL GAZZY ZARA ZEPHYR
Chapter 1: Max
Max's P.O.V.
4 years later...
Kick. Punch. Dodge. Fly. Land. Sweep Kick.
Welcome to my nightmare.
Right now, about 20 flying Erasers are attacking us- as in me, Zara and Zephyr, and everything around us is just a Chinese Fire Drill.
Me- hands lit up on fire, frying Erasers left and right.
Zara and Zephyr- taking their usual wicked pleasure in stabbing the Erasers with their retractable claws. Let's just say those things hurt, like all get out.
Finally, all the Eraser are dead... or gone... nope all dead. My brown eyes sweep the battlefield. Pretty much like this.
Erasers-dead. Snapped necks, charred by moi's flames, or stabbed by the twins claws.
Zara and Zephyr- landing lithely, on their feet, like a cat... oh wait they are cats, with identical wicked twisted, malicious grins on their faces, retracting their claws and surveying the field.
Yup, life's all normal.
"You both alright?" I asked, though I knew the answer.
"Yup! We're fine, but these Erasers aren't!" Zara and Zephyr said together, their grins growing, if that is even possible, covering their tanned faces and reflecting the malicious glee in their gold eyes.
"We need shelter. I thought I saw an isolated house without any cars in front of it. Let's go. U and A."
Up and away. Story of our lives.
I jumped into the air and began to fly, semi-quickly- only like 60 mp-frikin-h- towards that house.
I remember it was shaped like a sideways E. Who lives way out here? I thought.
Go to the house.
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention the freaky, obnoxious, highly irritating, yet helpful Voice in my head.
Why? I asked.
Secrets await.
Could you be any more vague? I asked, severely irritated. I can never get a frikin straight answer out of this thing. Oh look, no response. As usual.
Ha! I see the house. I was just about to point it out to the twins, who were fake-fighting with each other in the air, Zara suddenly stilled.
She yelled, "Erasers! Closing in!"
Here we go...again.
