Memories: Together
Max
I looked up at Jeb, my face sticky with popsicle juice. Though I was eleven; he smiled, and started wiping my cheeks with a napkin. Fang walked up, silent and dark as always.
"What is your name?" he asked. I turned from Jeb, shocked at the question in itself. I didn't really have a name. Jeb usually called me honey, and the other kids called me names depending on how I was acting, like "booger-face" and other less flattering titles. I thought about this for what seemed like forever, scanning the mountain view and its hazy fog wisps.
"Maximum." I answered, feeling the perfectness of it all. Maximum power, Maximum perfectness. Jeb spun me towards him slowly.
"You'll need a last name, too. Go ahead, pick one." he said. Of course, I could chose Jeb's last name, but I opted against it.
"Ride." I stated my new identity blankly. Fang nodded.
"I'll call you Max." he said. I looked into his dark eyes, quickly losing myself before a dark shadow caught my attention. I snapped my head around.
A man...no...a...wolf? Or...
Oh, no.
Erasers. I screamed for the Flock, running towards the attacker. I punched him, but he was unaffected. Fang grimaced and charged the werewolf-like creature, his force making the eraser stumble backwards. I took the opportunity to kick his face. He just smiled, as if the blood now pouring from his nose was a paper cut. I ran from the eraser, who didn't follow us. One by one, we launched ourselves into the air using the trampoline that Jeb had bought us. I grabbed Angel's hand, fighting the urge to turn back and watch the possibly gory scene behind us.
Little did I know that we would spend the next three years alone with only ourselves to rely on. Erasers. Half human, half wolf. They would most likely try to take us back to the School for studies, and maybe even more experiments.
Stranger things have happened since then, but one thing is certain.
We'll make it together.