Taking Flight [Hold]

Chapter 4

  He was 23 years-old. He hadn't heard anything from the School or seen any Erasers since he was 12. He wasn't expecting anything soon either. Though, the fact had him wondering more than he should have been.

  Did he mean nothing to the School? That couldn't have been true, since he'd seen the other experiments in their dog cages and he seemed like the only one who lived after a few days, much less years. And with that being the case, why hasn't he heard from them in 11 years? Had they been watching him from afar? Were they studying him without him knowing it?

  Nothing about him has really changed since he escaped except he had reached his full height of 5'9" and his wingspan was now 15 feet from tip to tip. And naturally there were your normal everyday 'person getting older' changes but, that was it.

  Were they waiting for him to just kill over? He shivered at the thought. That was one thing he hadn't learned in 11 years of freedom and it was probably the most important thing, his expiration date. The Erasers only lived to be five or six years-old from start to finish. The longest other lab experiments lasted was five or six days. Sometimes they were lucky and got to have their first meal before expiring.

  Izaya sat, staring at his computer desktop until he heard a knock on the door, he made a face. He had sent his last client home maybe an hour ago. He stood from his chair, slipping on his signature fur-lined jacket to hide his wings that were pressed tightly to his body as he walked to the door, opening it.

  "Hello?" He looked at the three men standing at his door as he spoke, glaring at them lightly. They looked like male supermodels. Why the hell were they standing at his door? Just as the brunet man standing directly in front of him was about to speak, a blonde woman ran up to have one of the lackeys turn to talk to her. As the man turned, Izaya noticed numbers printed on the back of the man's neck, which was slightly hidden by ruffled blond hair. It was an expiration date.

  "Erasers." Was the only thing that came out of Izaya's mouth before the people in front of him started to transform to wolves and he bolted into his apartment, getting ready to slip off his jacket until the man he was talking to, now fully wolf, pinned him to the ground with a nasty growl.

  Izaya let out and involuntary yelp as he slipped his knife from his pocket, slashing at the man on top of him. He let himself grin as the blade made contact with the wolf's snout, cutting just above the eyes.

  Naturally he could take on an Eraser or two on his own but, the four in front of him plus how ever many else they had- he needed help. And needless to say, he got what he wished for.

A/N: Sorry this took forever, but my friend and I never got to discuss what she was going to help me write so I'll try and write by myself. I also have like three other stories I'm trying to work on along with school so I might not be able to upload till summer vacation. Sorry.