Maximum Ride: ENEMIES AND FRIENDS

Crawling

I lost somebody this year who was close to me and it was really devastating. This song is in memorium and the title of the song is dedicated to Chester Bennigton of Linkin Park.-AUTHORS NOTE.

   In all of the seventeen years of my life, I have never felt this good. The feel of the adrenaline as I run as my shadows unleash all havoc on the enemies of mine. All my life, I have been fighting her for fear that it would control me to where there was no going back, but now I don't want to change.

In the corner of mg eye, Max elbows an Eraser in between her eyes so the Erasers backs up, holding its face. Fang is up in the air, looking like the dark angel he always is when it's time to fight. Nudge is sideswiping every Eraser that comes for her as if she is a dancer, while Angel is beside her, controlling the enemy that she can. Gazzy punches one in a jaw and throws his handmade grenade at a bunch that were planning to ambush him I guess, but they failed. Iggy is fighting two and it doesn't look like they're winning against him. I watch in the corner of my eye and smirk at their miscalculation. They that because he was blind that they could get him from infront. Somehow, they didn't get the memo that Iggy may be blind, but he could sense things better than all of the Flock combined. Total, on the other hand, was up in the air, but is now chewing on a whining Eraser's ankle.

The smell of blood is prominent, and all it does is make me even more hungrier for bloodspill like it's an unquenchable thirst. Smirking, I let out a warcry as I bring down my foot on an Eraser who dared to cross my shadows' path. The Eraser coughs up blood before it falls to the ground with a whine.

I could feel the shadows crawling through my skin, and call me a sicko, but I loved it. I loved seeing people in agony on the other side instead of it being me. I loved getting the revenge I craved. These Erasers were the police dogs of the School that kept me and many other innocent children to experiment on us for years. They burned us, injected diseases us with needles to see if we would survive. They smiled at us and then cut us with scapels in our eyes other places where a normal being would consider cruel. They put me in a laundry machine where all my blood was let out, and I saw so many of the few friends I did have die.I

So...
Yes...
I was happy to let all of her out...
Even if I knew I had to pay a price that would not with me living in the aftermath.