Chapter 1A Chapter by Blood.Red.NobodiesThe first chapter of my new book. I know it is kind of short but I want feedback before I get serious about this. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT, NOR WILL I EVER, OWN MAXIMUM RIDE BY JAMES PATTERSON.Wow
we are screwed. I thought. Understatement
of the century. Glancing around, I took in my surroundings. One, Two,
Three… Eighty? Outnumbered; six to about eighty. Crap. Why couldn’t the head
honchoes at the School ever play fair? I coiled up
my leg muscles and sprang into the air. I jumped a few feet over the heads of
the snarling Erasers and unfurled my mottled brown wings. One powerful down
stroke of my thirteen foot wingspan and I was twenty feet over their wolf-like
heads. Soon enough I was putting distance between myself and the Erasers and
flying into the horizon. We were pretty close to the ground at only about 500
feet up. I looked back and saw the rest of the flock trailing close behind me;
all six faces wearing different levels of anger, surprise, and fear. “Don’t
worry guys we are safe now,” I assure them, “and besides, we got the food.” “Yeah but
we nearly became dog food!” said Iggy. I shot a look but it was lost on him.
Iggy is blind. “I am
rolling my eyes, Ig.” I informed him. “I can’t
wait to sink my teeth into that delicious chocolate bar.” said the Gasman. “Yeah and I
can’t wait to drink that Coke. Mmm, I love Coke.” Nudge said enthusiastically. “We nearly
got killed, Max, but it might have been worth it considering you stole us some
chocolate.” Fang said. We flew in
silence for the next ten minutes or so enjoying the feeling of the wind
whipping our hair and the thin air encompassing us. Free. That’s how I can
describe it. Suddenly
out of nowhere Angel screamed. I turned around to see Fang dropping like a
rock, his eyes closed, blood dripping from his stomach. I had a split second to
react before Fang became a bird-kid pancake. “Iggy, help
me!” I yelled to Iggy. We swooped down and caught Fang with about a hundred
feet to spare. I had never realized how heavy he was even with Iggy supporting his lower half while I supported his his upper half. Iggy and I landed in the middle of a corn
field and placed Fang on the ground. I put my head to his chest and listened
for a heartbeat, my tears staining his dirty black windbreaker. “Is he
breathing?” Iggy asked as the rest of the flock landed. “Barely.” I
said with tears streaming down my face, “Come on Fang. Why can’t you just
live?” “He got
shot,” Angel said, “I heard the bullet.” “How could
a gun shoot this high up though?” Asked Gazzy who was beginning to look
extremely panicked. “Long range
sniper?” Nudge, who was on the verge of tears, suggested. “Perhaps
but I think it might be some new technology made by the school.” I said. I
listened again for a heartbeat, my head pressed against Fang’s chest. I heard
his heart, beating more rapidly this time. “Don’t
worry he will be okay for now,” said Iggy as he tied his windbreaker around
Fang’s stomach to stop the bleeding. He had already gotten the bullet out. You may be wondering why we let the
blind guy do all this stuff. Well Iggy has over-sensitive fingers and better
hearing than all of us. We may be mutant freaks but we are more capable than
the average human. We can run really fast (we heal a lot faster than humans
too), we have raptor vision (except for Iggy) and great hearing. Oh and we have
wings and can fly. All of this was a result of a bunch of cruel genetic
experiments preformed on us as embryos in which the evil scientists we like to
call whitecoats grafted avian DNA onto our human DNA leaving us 98% human and 2%
bird. Why am I explaining this when you can just read all of the earlier books
yourselves if you need to be filled in? Fang sat up and groaned. “Wha happe’d?” he mumbled through a
mouthful of blood. © 2011 Blood.Red.NobodiesAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on March 3, 2011 Last Updated on March 3, 2011 AuthorBlood.Red.NobodiesSpencer, MAAboutName: Marisa Birthday: August 15, 1996 Sexual Orientation: straight Religion: Baptist more..Writing
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