Post by mrman on Oct 6, 2005 20:10:39 GMT -5
A Maximum Ride Fan Fiction
Chapter 1.
Max woke up in the dark to the sound of Fang running his finger nail from side to side of the cage in boredom. "Would you please cut that out Fang? I'm trying to stay asleep."
"Sorry", replied Fang
Max sat there trying to remember her dream. It was about freedom. She had dreamt that she had been flying over lakes, meadows, mountains, and rivers. She saw it all. She didn't know how, but she knew what these things from her dream were. She was snapped back to reality when the ear-splitting alarm went off to sound an escape. And to the caged flock, it really was ear-splitting because of their sensitive hearing. Max looked frantically around to see who had set off the alarm. No one was out of their cages. Could it be a false alarm? No, there’s NEVER a false alarm. Maybe it’s a drill? Can't be, they had one four days ago. Just then a crowd of Erasers ran past the door to there room. They could even see the hair on there faces through the glass. Loud bursts of semi-automatic machine-gun fire sounded outside their room and down the hallway to their left. The direction the Erasers were heading. But only now the Erasers were moving in the opposite direction. Suddenly there was a bang on the window from the body of an Eraser which smeared its deep crimson blood all over the glass. Dark silhouettes passed by in front of the glass along with the clip-clop of there leather boots. All was almost quiet except for the screaming and yelling of pain and orders. A few dark silhouettes stopped outside and it seemed to Max as if they were trying to look inside. The doorknob turned and the door opened with two men in dark uniforms pointing semi-automatic weapons with flashlights mounted on the muzzles into the room. They scanned over all the corners and cages. Including and stopping mostly on Max, Fang, Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, and Angle. One of the figures reached for the wall and turned on the lights. Max's stomach performed a loop and then a roll. She knew who these men were. They all did. These black and blue uniformed people were on the S.W.A.T. team. These people were their saviors...
The SWAT team made an extremely efficient sweep of the complex, liberating every project in the School while catching the staff and security. All genetic projects were kept in their original location, excluding the cages, so there could be a complete documentary on what had been happening at the School. All materially relating to the experiments were documented and retrieved for exploration into the illegal acts of the scientists. After the complex was secured, all experiments, including the flock, were allowed to exit the house of horrors. The flock and the rest of the experiments meet in the Eraser training field, which had been recently changed into a makeshift hospital. There all the experiments were treated for their mal-nutrition and the injuries sustained while in the custody of the School. That night everyone slept easy, with the only exceptions being the original security and staff of the complex. They were scared out of their minds for fear of what kind of a penalty they would pay for their crimes.
Chapter 2.
Max woke up feeling highly refreshed and full of energy. A rarity for her. She decided to take a short walk to eat breakfast at the new cafeteria which had been erected in the center of the S.W.A.T. barracks. Se picked out two over-easy fried eggs, tree pieces of bacon, one large bowl of oatmeal, and a large glass of orange juice. Just as she was finishing her food she noticed the rest of her flock had already eaten and were presently flying at an altitude of around three thousand feet. They appeared to Max to be having a good time, performing loops, rolls, and other forms of aerobatics that I am sure you would not be able to comprehend. So as any girl with wings, which have never been used, would do, Max leapt into the air to join her friends. It was a sight to behold. All the twists and turns truly marveled any soul who chanced their eyes look skyward. Quite an amount of time passed while they were enjoying themselves when an explosion roared bellow. Nudge nearly freaked out completely and Fang fell out of a loop at the top. He must have turned at least three shades of red in his embarrassing endeavor. After a quick recovery of the senses, they scanned the ground for the source of the boom. It appeared to have come from a propane tank, which was now ablaze, and an untraceable igniter. Odd, how can a whole container of propane just decide to become a ball of flames? The airborne bunch let the air spill out of their wings in a similar same way a plane puts flaps down to increase lift and decrease speed. Except the kids were killing lift and altitude, letting them descend faster than one would in just a plane old glide. They also descended with a hint of caution as it was unsure of what event was occurring. After dropping below one thousand feet, Max noticed a rather strange group of fellows off to the side who appeared to be a tad nervous and completely unharmed. Max continued watching them all the way till touch down. They seemed to be in their teens and- Oh! How could she not have noticed their unique traits earlier? Why hadn’t her eagle eyes picked up on their wings? Most of them ether had black, grey, or white plumage and they all seemed hunkered around a table. Fang volunteered to check out what they were doing, while Max noticed a teen by himself off to the side. He had an extremely nervous look on his face as well as the rest of his body. As Max approached him she noticed the tips of his grey wings looked to be fire in color. The teen looked up at Max just as she walked up to him and he spoke nervously, but quickly.
“I didn’t do it.”
“I didn’t say you did anything. What’s your name?”
The teen lightened up a little from her kind comment.
“I can’t remember my original name, but people call me Pyro. It sort of suits me well.”
“I assume you like it because your wing tips look fire red?”
“Nope. This is why.”
After finishing his sentence he held out his hand and snapped his fingers. A small flame lit off his thumb like a flame on a bic lighter. Max’s eyes must have gotten to the size of dinner plates.
“How did you do that?”
“I have complete control over fire. I can create it; extinguish it, anything to do with it. ‘Cept I don’t have complete control over my abilities that control the fire yet. The propane tank sort of explains my lack of control.” He finished his sentence with a small smile.
“Well, that’s pretty cool. I don’t have any abilities other than flying.” Max paused for a second and looked back at her flock. ‘It was nice talking to you, but I think I have to go back to my friends. See you later, Pyro.”
“See ya Max.”
Max returned to her flock and explained who ‘Pyro’ was and how the explosion happened. Then Fang explained the other teens were gambling on if Pyro was going to get caught and other gambling games. But because money was not available to them they had to use something else. They gambled on feathers. A number of feathers was set by the bets and the loser had to ‘pluck’ the specified number from a specified location on his own wings. Rather harsh, but it was something for them to do. It was known that boredom could kill. The loud speaker rang out through the schools makeshift camp.
“Will all news crews please report to the check-in station for clearance. Once again. Will all news crews please report to the check-in station for clearance. Thank you.”
‘News crews?’ Thought Max, ’That can’t be good.’ It seems as if the teens had a similar idea because they all got up from their games and snuck off the school grounds to go who knows where. It also seemed as if the rest of Max’s flock had the same idea as she did so they leapt into the sky and flu away from the ever-annoying media. As they were gaining some altitude before heading off, Max noticed Pyro down below watching them. Max knew what was going through his head and she motioned him to follow them. Which he did without hesitation. And after gaining some more altitude to coast on, they left the school in a direction in which civilization did not happen to contaminate yet.
Chapter 3
The flock and their new member flu all day over mountains until they noticed a cabin next to a lake far below. Starving from the long-distance flight, they descended down to a distance behind the cabin. From there they stealthily crept up to the cabin to be sure it was unoccupied. Lucky for the flock, no living souls were home. Unfortunately, it was unknown to the flock that the owners only stayed at the cabin occasionally. They were now only fifteen minuets away from their long drive and getting ready to relax for a good two weeks. The flock had infiltrated the cabin by Iggy’s aid and were now on a hunt for materials. Nudge activated the TV, Fang, Iggy, Gazzy, and Pyro raided the cabinets for food, Angle went looking for backpacks to carry the food, and Max was keeping an eye out for trouble which just happened to be speeding towards them at a rate at which she could not begin to anticipate. Five minuets before trouble, Fang, Iggy, Gazzy and Pyro each had rather hefty, sweet smelling backpacks to carry, Angle was watching TV with Nudge, and Max was just noticing what was on TV.
“What are you two watching?”
“Us”
“What?!”
“The news people are talking about us and our life’s stories.”
The others who were not watching the TV bolted over to the screen. They learned that their story was being told by reporters in a sad tone which made the victims; as the lady in red put it, seem horribly scarred and incapable of taking care of themselves. She was only correct about the scarred part. The flock really would have liked to stay and watch more, but Max just happened to hear the garage door opening over the TV. Max quickly got the rest of the flock’s attention off the TV and led them silently as one could out the back door. She motioned for them to fly right after they had enough space to. Max listened to the door to enter the cabin being opened while leaving in order through the back door; Fang, Nudge, Iggy, Angle, Gazzy, and then Pyro. Right after Pyro left Max wheeled around to look into the bewildered faces of a mother, father, two brothers and a little sister. Their jaws either on the floor because they just saw a kid literally fly out the back door, or seeing them in their cabin period.
“Um, hi… I’m Max…” She had no idea why she was speaking instead of flying out the door. ”Sorry about breaking in, but we kinda got hungry…” The family was still in awe over this strange event for them, “ Um, I guess the TV would better explain us… Um… Bye.” Max high tailed it out the back door looking back only after clearing the treetops. When she looked back she saw the family in the door way looking at her with their jaws still on the floor. While Max was looking at this scene she remembered a song the Whitecoats used to listen to on the radio. “Lookin’ Out My Back Door” By Creedence Clearwater Revival. “Oh, that would be the perfect song to be playing in the background for them,” she thought. She turned around and kept flying to catch up to her flock.
Chapter 4
Max caught up to her flock rather quickly and chose to head a little to the North, still in the mountains, as they were headed a little Northwest. They helt course until day way nearing sundown, and then they picked a small clearing down below and descended to the ground. Max over saw the set up of camp, Fang, Nudge, and Angle went to get firewood, Gazzy, Iggy, and Pyro worked on making dinner.
“Why are you building the fire pit like that?” Gazzy asked Pyro.
“’Cause the fire will get the hottest if you build it TEEPEE style,” Iggy responded before Pyro could even open his mouth. Iggy then looked in the general direction of Pyro and spoke,”I may not be able to see, but I’m also still a pyro.”
“I see-“
“I know you do,” responded Iggy cutting off Pyro mid sentence.
“Haha. Very funny.” Responded Pyro as he blew fire from his mouth; the way one would blow out birthday candles, putting the campfire ablaze. Unfortunately Gazzy was not prepared for the combustion of the fire and proceeded to produce what he was famous for. It also probably didn’t help that his backside was facing the now lit roaring campfire.
“Fff--FWOOM!”
A rather large blue fireball erupted between Gazzy’s rear and the fire, producing fits of laughter from Pyro, Iggy, Gazzy, and Max, who happened to glance over at them at just the right time. Fang, Angle, and Nudge came running on to the scene.
“What happened?! What Happened?!” They were yelling. Unfortunately, no answer could be given yet because the witnesses were chocking from laughing so hard. So Gazzy did his best to explain; he produced another fireball.
Meanwhile, miles away at the cabin where the flock had broken in, the family was watching TV and one of the kids could have sworn he heard childish laughter off in the distance, but it didn’t concern them. The news crews had some very important information concerning the flock of kids and any other experiments from the school. It seems there was a back-up plan for a situation like what had happened. There is a task force of erasers who avoided capture by authorities and they have something special. Eight erasers had been given a human life span, normal eraser characteristics, and top military training. The TV had explained how they could easily move about like a bug. Undetected until they attacked their prey. They were created with one propose. If the school was ever reveled, these special erases were to assassinate every single project leaving nothing behind. Once their mission is completed they are to destroy themselves. So far eight projects have gone missing and are presumably dead. According to the files on these special erasers, they are to kill the experiments in a specific order of the kinds of experiments. And as it seems the bird species are next on their list for extermination.
Chapter 5
The flock had just eaten a camping style dinner of hotdogs with the dessert being s’mores. Mostly everyone was lying around prepping for sleep (or already there), but Pyro was off to the side practicing a few tricks with fire. Max was planning their next move, Gazzy, Angle, Iggy, and Nudge went out like lights, and Fang was practicing some fighting techniques against a tree. Which was winning badly as you could hear Fang yell every time he hit a knot, small branch, or messed up all together. A long steam of curses came from Pyro as he chased a rogue fireball that managed to escape him. The fireball seem to choose its direction towards a large pile of decomposing, highly flammable, dead trees. Pyro wasn’t fast enough to stop his ‘toy,’ and the timber was very quick to begin burning. Max Made a very quick, witty decision, she spoke her words of wisdom quickly and calmly. ”Pyro!!! You twit!!! Put that thing out!!!” Ok, I lied. She chewed him out like a piece of bubble gum. And surprisingly, nobody woke up from her screaming. Pyro stopped for a second to listen to Max, then unexpectingly he walked right into the heat of the bonfire he had created! He just stood there, sighed a sigh of relief and the fire dwindled down to the ground and disappeared at his feet. Almost as if he absorbed it. Max just stared at Pyro for a second.
“How did you… do that? It looked just like you absorbed it.” She said in utter amazement.
Fang was looking at Pyro from his sparring tree, half-way through an attack made him look a little odd. ”That was awesome… did you like, inhale the flames or something?...”
Pyro simply answered with a belch, producing a smoke ring from his grinning lips. Max and Fang just stood transfixed at the sight of this pyromaniac’s talents just beginning to show.
“Pyro, I’ve got a question for you,” Fang looked like he couldn’t hold back the question any longer;”Fire can’t hurt you, can it.”
“That was more of a statement, but your right, fire can’t hurt me. It occasionally helps me even. You see, fire is normally created heat which is a form of energy, and I can use my bodies’ energy to produce the heat required to burn. Now, the two interesting aspects of this talent is it can heal me to a degree *Hey! A pun!* when I’m in a hot enough fire, and by absorbing fire I absorb the energy of the flames, not the actual fire. Thus giving myself more energy to use in creating more fire, or more energy in general for my body to use; like a substitute for food. So by accidentally creating that bonfire and taking its energy away, destroying it, I might not need to eat breakfast tomorrow morning.”
Which reminded Max,”Oh, right, we need to get some shut-eye. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
Pyro walked over to the campfire and just plane inhaled it, then went and found a spot close to the others to sleep. Max and Fang also settled down for a deep snooze.
Chapter 6
Iggy woke up around seven thirty to the sound of rustling of trees and a few light thuds on the ground. Like people trying to run silently along the ground. Iggy sat still and prodded Gazzy awake and motioned as best a blind boy could for Gazzy to keep quiet. ”I heard something out there Gazzy, do you see anything?” He spoke quietly as possible. “Yea, I do. There are a few shadows in the trees…”
“…Hey. Will you two shut-up? I’m a late sleeper, and I would like to stay that way…” Pyro sounded a tad agitated. And half-asleep.
“Iggy thinks there’s some threat over on your left.”
“From their thoughts I can tell they are hungry and might be a little hostile towards us if they don’t get anything…” Angle seemed half asleep also.
“Angle can rea-“
Yes, Pyro, I can”
“Well, if their hungry, hostile, and gonna wake me up, then the can have a fireball…” Pyro proceeded to chuck a rather large fireball in the general direction of the silhouettes, which at the sight of the projectile, moved very noisily away from the soon-to-be impact zone followed by a few choosy words. The fireball hit the ground and exploded sending small flames everywhere, but the attacks main goal must have only been to deter the silhouettes from the half awake flock because the flames quickly vanished.
“Hey, hey Pyro! Watch where you chuck those things!” One of the silhouettes spoke out.
“He’s a late bird you moron, *Hey, a pun* he’s always unpredictable until he’s awake…”, another chimed in.
“Pyro? Friends? Whoa, those are words I’d never think to be in the same sentence.” A few laughs came from this ill-favored comment.
“We were about to steal food from Pyro? Wow, were really gettin’ low here…”
Max snapped up, wide awake, during the dark figures conversation,”Who Are You?”
“Their the punks you found me next to, Max,” replied a now unhappy, wide awake Pyro.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to us, being you pals and all-“ Their obvious leader was cut off mid sentence.
“Pals?! You ditched me back at the School! How could I possibly call you pals! You all picked on me! I know why you’re here. You want to free-load off us! You always were a bunch of Moochers! Get out of here you losers…” Pyro looked ticked off at these guys. The air around Pyro seemed to be skyrocketing in temperature. In fact, Pyro looked as if he himself was about to catch on fire.
*Authors Note: Just for reference, I’m not a social outcast. I just have decided to have Pyro in this situation for plot usage. Have a nice day!*
Max cut in to try to calm the fires, ”Pyro, we don’t even know names here.” Max’s hopes were permitted to function like a well oiled machine.
“Sorry.” Replied their leader, ”I’m Thin.”
“Lizzy.”
“Freddie.”
“Mercury.”
“STYX, don’t ask what it stands for…”
“There are more of us of course, but their back at camp. Were just out lookin’ for food,” Explained Thin.
“Where’s your camp? Perhaps we can work as one large flock.” Max has a very good idea here. By combining the two flocks the work load should be greatly decreased in total. Both flocks seemed to agree on the subject, with the only exception being Pyro. His hair was actually on fire he was so angry.
Chapter 1.
Max woke up in the dark to the sound of Fang running his finger nail from side to side of the cage in boredom. "Would you please cut that out Fang? I'm trying to stay asleep."
"Sorry", replied Fang
Max sat there trying to remember her dream. It was about freedom. She had dreamt that she had been flying over lakes, meadows, mountains, and rivers. She saw it all. She didn't know how, but she knew what these things from her dream were. She was snapped back to reality when the ear-splitting alarm went off to sound an escape. And to the caged flock, it really was ear-splitting because of their sensitive hearing. Max looked frantically around to see who had set off the alarm. No one was out of their cages. Could it be a false alarm? No, there’s NEVER a false alarm. Maybe it’s a drill? Can't be, they had one four days ago. Just then a crowd of Erasers ran past the door to there room. They could even see the hair on there faces through the glass. Loud bursts of semi-automatic machine-gun fire sounded outside their room and down the hallway to their left. The direction the Erasers were heading. But only now the Erasers were moving in the opposite direction. Suddenly there was a bang on the window from the body of an Eraser which smeared its deep crimson blood all over the glass. Dark silhouettes passed by in front of the glass along with the clip-clop of there leather boots. All was almost quiet except for the screaming and yelling of pain and orders. A few dark silhouettes stopped outside and it seemed to Max as if they were trying to look inside. The doorknob turned and the door opened with two men in dark uniforms pointing semi-automatic weapons with flashlights mounted on the muzzles into the room. They scanned over all the corners and cages. Including and stopping mostly on Max, Fang, Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, and Angle. One of the figures reached for the wall and turned on the lights. Max's stomach performed a loop and then a roll. She knew who these men were. They all did. These black and blue uniformed people were on the S.W.A.T. team. These people were their saviors...
The SWAT team made an extremely efficient sweep of the complex, liberating every project in the School while catching the staff and security. All genetic projects were kept in their original location, excluding the cages, so there could be a complete documentary on what had been happening at the School. All materially relating to the experiments were documented and retrieved for exploration into the illegal acts of the scientists. After the complex was secured, all experiments, including the flock, were allowed to exit the house of horrors. The flock and the rest of the experiments meet in the Eraser training field, which had been recently changed into a makeshift hospital. There all the experiments were treated for their mal-nutrition and the injuries sustained while in the custody of the School. That night everyone slept easy, with the only exceptions being the original security and staff of the complex. They were scared out of their minds for fear of what kind of a penalty they would pay for their crimes.
Chapter 2.
Max woke up feeling highly refreshed and full of energy. A rarity for her. She decided to take a short walk to eat breakfast at the new cafeteria which had been erected in the center of the S.W.A.T. barracks. Se picked out two over-easy fried eggs, tree pieces of bacon, one large bowl of oatmeal, and a large glass of orange juice. Just as she was finishing her food she noticed the rest of her flock had already eaten and were presently flying at an altitude of around three thousand feet. They appeared to Max to be having a good time, performing loops, rolls, and other forms of aerobatics that I am sure you would not be able to comprehend. So as any girl with wings, which have never been used, would do, Max leapt into the air to join her friends. It was a sight to behold. All the twists and turns truly marveled any soul who chanced their eyes look skyward. Quite an amount of time passed while they were enjoying themselves when an explosion roared bellow. Nudge nearly freaked out completely and Fang fell out of a loop at the top. He must have turned at least three shades of red in his embarrassing endeavor. After a quick recovery of the senses, they scanned the ground for the source of the boom. It appeared to have come from a propane tank, which was now ablaze, and an untraceable igniter. Odd, how can a whole container of propane just decide to become a ball of flames? The airborne bunch let the air spill out of their wings in a similar same way a plane puts flaps down to increase lift and decrease speed. Except the kids were killing lift and altitude, letting them descend faster than one would in just a plane old glide. They also descended with a hint of caution as it was unsure of what event was occurring. After dropping below one thousand feet, Max noticed a rather strange group of fellows off to the side who appeared to be a tad nervous and completely unharmed. Max continued watching them all the way till touch down. They seemed to be in their teens and- Oh! How could she not have noticed their unique traits earlier? Why hadn’t her eagle eyes picked up on their wings? Most of them ether had black, grey, or white plumage and they all seemed hunkered around a table. Fang volunteered to check out what they were doing, while Max noticed a teen by himself off to the side. He had an extremely nervous look on his face as well as the rest of his body. As Max approached him she noticed the tips of his grey wings looked to be fire in color. The teen looked up at Max just as she walked up to him and he spoke nervously, but quickly.
“I didn’t do it.”
“I didn’t say you did anything. What’s your name?”
The teen lightened up a little from her kind comment.
“I can’t remember my original name, but people call me Pyro. It sort of suits me well.”
“I assume you like it because your wing tips look fire red?”
“Nope. This is why.”
After finishing his sentence he held out his hand and snapped his fingers. A small flame lit off his thumb like a flame on a bic lighter. Max’s eyes must have gotten to the size of dinner plates.
“How did you do that?”
“I have complete control over fire. I can create it; extinguish it, anything to do with it. ‘Cept I don’t have complete control over my abilities that control the fire yet. The propane tank sort of explains my lack of control.” He finished his sentence with a small smile.
“Well, that’s pretty cool. I don’t have any abilities other than flying.” Max paused for a second and looked back at her flock. ‘It was nice talking to you, but I think I have to go back to my friends. See you later, Pyro.”
“See ya Max.”
Max returned to her flock and explained who ‘Pyro’ was and how the explosion happened. Then Fang explained the other teens were gambling on if Pyro was going to get caught and other gambling games. But because money was not available to them they had to use something else. They gambled on feathers. A number of feathers was set by the bets and the loser had to ‘pluck’ the specified number from a specified location on his own wings. Rather harsh, but it was something for them to do. It was known that boredom could kill. The loud speaker rang out through the schools makeshift camp.
“Will all news crews please report to the check-in station for clearance. Once again. Will all news crews please report to the check-in station for clearance. Thank you.”
‘News crews?’ Thought Max, ’That can’t be good.’ It seems as if the teens had a similar idea because they all got up from their games and snuck off the school grounds to go who knows where. It also seemed as if the rest of Max’s flock had the same idea as she did so they leapt into the sky and flu away from the ever-annoying media. As they were gaining some altitude before heading off, Max noticed Pyro down below watching them. Max knew what was going through his head and she motioned him to follow them. Which he did without hesitation. And after gaining some more altitude to coast on, they left the school in a direction in which civilization did not happen to contaminate yet.
Chapter 3
The flock and their new member flu all day over mountains until they noticed a cabin next to a lake far below. Starving from the long-distance flight, they descended down to a distance behind the cabin. From there they stealthily crept up to the cabin to be sure it was unoccupied. Lucky for the flock, no living souls were home. Unfortunately, it was unknown to the flock that the owners only stayed at the cabin occasionally. They were now only fifteen minuets away from their long drive and getting ready to relax for a good two weeks. The flock had infiltrated the cabin by Iggy’s aid and were now on a hunt for materials. Nudge activated the TV, Fang, Iggy, Gazzy, and Pyro raided the cabinets for food, Angle went looking for backpacks to carry the food, and Max was keeping an eye out for trouble which just happened to be speeding towards them at a rate at which she could not begin to anticipate. Five minuets before trouble, Fang, Iggy, Gazzy and Pyro each had rather hefty, sweet smelling backpacks to carry, Angle was watching TV with Nudge, and Max was just noticing what was on TV.
“What are you two watching?”
“Us”
“What?!”
“The news people are talking about us and our life’s stories.”
The others who were not watching the TV bolted over to the screen. They learned that their story was being told by reporters in a sad tone which made the victims; as the lady in red put it, seem horribly scarred and incapable of taking care of themselves. She was only correct about the scarred part. The flock really would have liked to stay and watch more, but Max just happened to hear the garage door opening over the TV. Max quickly got the rest of the flock’s attention off the TV and led them silently as one could out the back door. She motioned for them to fly right after they had enough space to. Max listened to the door to enter the cabin being opened while leaving in order through the back door; Fang, Nudge, Iggy, Angle, Gazzy, and then Pyro. Right after Pyro left Max wheeled around to look into the bewildered faces of a mother, father, two brothers and a little sister. Their jaws either on the floor because they just saw a kid literally fly out the back door, or seeing them in their cabin period.
“Um, hi… I’m Max…” She had no idea why she was speaking instead of flying out the door. ”Sorry about breaking in, but we kinda got hungry…” The family was still in awe over this strange event for them, “ Um, I guess the TV would better explain us… Um… Bye.” Max high tailed it out the back door looking back only after clearing the treetops. When she looked back she saw the family in the door way looking at her with their jaws still on the floor. While Max was looking at this scene she remembered a song the Whitecoats used to listen to on the radio. “Lookin’ Out My Back Door” By Creedence Clearwater Revival. “Oh, that would be the perfect song to be playing in the background for them,” she thought. She turned around and kept flying to catch up to her flock.
Chapter 4
Max caught up to her flock rather quickly and chose to head a little to the North, still in the mountains, as they were headed a little Northwest. They helt course until day way nearing sundown, and then they picked a small clearing down below and descended to the ground. Max over saw the set up of camp, Fang, Nudge, and Angle went to get firewood, Gazzy, Iggy, and Pyro worked on making dinner.
“Why are you building the fire pit like that?” Gazzy asked Pyro.
“’Cause the fire will get the hottest if you build it TEEPEE style,” Iggy responded before Pyro could even open his mouth. Iggy then looked in the general direction of Pyro and spoke,”I may not be able to see, but I’m also still a pyro.”
“I see-“
“I know you do,” responded Iggy cutting off Pyro mid sentence.
“Haha. Very funny.” Responded Pyro as he blew fire from his mouth; the way one would blow out birthday candles, putting the campfire ablaze. Unfortunately Gazzy was not prepared for the combustion of the fire and proceeded to produce what he was famous for. It also probably didn’t help that his backside was facing the now lit roaring campfire.
“Fff--FWOOM!”
A rather large blue fireball erupted between Gazzy’s rear and the fire, producing fits of laughter from Pyro, Iggy, Gazzy, and Max, who happened to glance over at them at just the right time. Fang, Angle, and Nudge came running on to the scene.
“What happened?! What Happened?!” They were yelling. Unfortunately, no answer could be given yet because the witnesses were chocking from laughing so hard. So Gazzy did his best to explain; he produced another fireball.
Meanwhile, miles away at the cabin where the flock had broken in, the family was watching TV and one of the kids could have sworn he heard childish laughter off in the distance, but it didn’t concern them. The news crews had some very important information concerning the flock of kids and any other experiments from the school. It seems there was a back-up plan for a situation like what had happened. There is a task force of erasers who avoided capture by authorities and they have something special. Eight erasers had been given a human life span, normal eraser characteristics, and top military training. The TV had explained how they could easily move about like a bug. Undetected until they attacked their prey. They were created with one propose. If the school was ever reveled, these special erases were to assassinate every single project leaving nothing behind. Once their mission is completed they are to destroy themselves. So far eight projects have gone missing and are presumably dead. According to the files on these special erasers, they are to kill the experiments in a specific order of the kinds of experiments. And as it seems the bird species are next on their list for extermination.
Chapter 5
The flock had just eaten a camping style dinner of hotdogs with the dessert being s’mores. Mostly everyone was lying around prepping for sleep (or already there), but Pyro was off to the side practicing a few tricks with fire. Max was planning their next move, Gazzy, Angle, Iggy, and Nudge went out like lights, and Fang was practicing some fighting techniques against a tree. Which was winning badly as you could hear Fang yell every time he hit a knot, small branch, or messed up all together. A long steam of curses came from Pyro as he chased a rogue fireball that managed to escape him. The fireball seem to choose its direction towards a large pile of decomposing, highly flammable, dead trees. Pyro wasn’t fast enough to stop his ‘toy,’ and the timber was very quick to begin burning. Max Made a very quick, witty decision, she spoke her words of wisdom quickly and calmly. ”Pyro!!! You twit!!! Put that thing out!!!” Ok, I lied. She chewed him out like a piece of bubble gum. And surprisingly, nobody woke up from her screaming. Pyro stopped for a second to listen to Max, then unexpectingly he walked right into the heat of the bonfire he had created! He just stood there, sighed a sigh of relief and the fire dwindled down to the ground and disappeared at his feet. Almost as if he absorbed it. Max just stared at Pyro for a second.
“How did you… do that? It looked just like you absorbed it.” She said in utter amazement.
Fang was looking at Pyro from his sparring tree, half-way through an attack made him look a little odd. ”That was awesome… did you like, inhale the flames or something?...”
Pyro simply answered with a belch, producing a smoke ring from his grinning lips. Max and Fang just stood transfixed at the sight of this pyromaniac’s talents just beginning to show.
“Pyro, I’ve got a question for you,” Fang looked like he couldn’t hold back the question any longer;”Fire can’t hurt you, can it.”
“That was more of a statement, but your right, fire can’t hurt me. It occasionally helps me even. You see, fire is normally created heat which is a form of energy, and I can use my bodies’ energy to produce the heat required to burn. Now, the two interesting aspects of this talent is it can heal me to a degree *Hey! A pun!* when I’m in a hot enough fire, and by absorbing fire I absorb the energy of the flames, not the actual fire. Thus giving myself more energy to use in creating more fire, or more energy in general for my body to use; like a substitute for food. So by accidentally creating that bonfire and taking its energy away, destroying it, I might not need to eat breakfast tomorrow morning.”
Which reminded Max,”Oh, right, we need to get some shut-eye. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
Pyro walked over to the campfire and just plane inhaled it, then went and found a spot close to the others to sleep. Max and Fang also settled down for a deep snooze.
Chapter 6
Iggy woke up around seven thirty to the sound of rustling of trees and a few light thuds on the ground. Like people trying to run silently along the ground. Iggy sat still and prodded Gazzy awake and motioned as best a blind boy could for Gazzy to keep quiet. ”I heard something out there Gazzy, do you see anything?” He spoke quietly as possible. “Yea, I do. There are a few shadows in the trees…”
“…Hey. Will you two shut-up? I’m a late sleeper, and I would like to stay that way…” Pyro sounded a tad agitated. And half-asleep.
“Iggy thinks there’s some threat over on your left.”
“From their thoughts I can tell they are hungry and might be a little hostile towards us if they don’t get anything…” Angle seemed half asleep also.
“Angle can rea-“
Yes, Pyro, I can”
“Well, if their hungry, hostile, and gonna wake me up, then the can have a fireball…” Pyro proceeded to chuck a rather large fireball in the general direction of the silhouettes, which at the sight of the projectile, moved very noisily away from the soon-to-be impact zone followed by a few choosy words. The fireball hit the ground and exploded sending small flames everywhere, but the attacks main goal must have only been to deter the silhouettes from the half awake flock because the flames quickly vanished.
“Hey, hey Pyro! Watch where you chuck those things!” One of the silhouettes spoke out.
“He’s a late bird you moron, *Hey, a pun* he’s always unpredictable until he’s awake…”, another chimed in.
“Pyro? Friends? Whoa, those are words I’d never think to be in the same sentence.” A few laughs came from this ill-favored comment.
“We were about to steal food from Pyro? Wow, were really gettin’ low here…”
Max snapped up, wide awake, during the dark figures conversation,”Who Are You?”
“Their the punks you found me next to, Max,” replied a now unhappy, wide awake Pyro.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to us, being you pals and all-“ Their obvious leader was cut off mid sentence.
“Pals?! You ditched me back at the School! How could I possibly call you pals! You all picked on me! I know why you’re here. You want to free-load off us! You always were a bunch of Moochers! Get out of here you losers…” Pyro looked ticked off at these guys. The air around Pyro seemed to be skyrocketing in temperature. In fact, Pyro looked as if he himself was about to catch on fire.
*Authors Note: Just for reference, I’m not a social outcast. I just have decided to have Pyro in this situation for plot usage. Have a nice day!*
Max cut in to try to calm the fires, ”Pyro, we don’t even know names here.” Max’s hopes were permitted to function like a well oiled machine.
“Sorry.” Replied their leader, ”I’m Thin.”
“Lizzy.”
“Freddie.”
“Mercury.”
“STYX, don’t ask what it stands for…”
“There are more of us of course, but their back at camp. Were just out lookin’ for food,” Explained Thin.
“Where’s your camp? Perhaps we can work as one large flock.” Max has a very good idea here. By combining the two flocks the work load should be greatly decreased in total. Both flocks seemed to agree on the subject, with the only exception being Pyro. His hair was actually on fire he was so angry.