Maximum Ride Fanfic Chp.5

hey y'all! sorry i haven't posted on a while i was on vacation for the week. but here i am! ain't that just the greatest thing ever? it's not? too bad. anyways, here's my next fanfic. hope you like it! Disclaimer: NO STINKIN' COMMENT! do i REALLY have to do it again for you people? 

When I turned around again, we were surrounded by, oh say, about 100 Erasers. But wait, there’s more! There were also roughly 200 Flyboys, like we don’t get enough of those as it is. “On the count of three, we go up-and-away,” I murmured. “One,” and we were up. Me, Iggy and Fang took off as fast as we could, and Elizabeth and her friends caught on quick enough to elude capture, but not for long. Just as I had figured, the mix of Flyboys and Erasers flew up after us. We plunged into the pit of the bloodthirsty mutants, fighting for our lives. We had the advantage of being lean and flexible, but it didn’t help much. There were too many of them to fight off. It was a miracle we were still alive. They were pushing us back, closer and closer to the huge fences. If we went back much farther we’d be fried. Then, something in my brain seemed to click. I looked over at Elizabeth. She had figured it out, too. It’s a leader thing. We let our wings close and folded them into our backs. We fell about 100 feet and then we let them out again, and we flew back towards the field. The others looked confused, but they didn’t argue. We flew up and back towards the fence. The Flyboy/Eraser S.W.A.T. team followed us, trying to keep us confined. Well, good luck with that. We were aiming for the electric fence at 80 miles an hour. When I was but a foot away, I pulled up using all the flexibility in me. I was parallel with an electric fence that would fry me at the slightest touch, and I was not dead. Beat that!

There are a lot of differences between us and the Erasers and Flyboys. Besides the obvious sane/bloodthirsty matter, we were tall and thin. Bending was second nature to us. The Erasers and the Flyboys, though, were huge, bulky, and about as bendable as cinderblocks. So guess who crashed into the electric fence and sizzled like bacon on a frying pan? (mmmmmmm, bacon. I like bacon.)

We celebrated, but only for about five seconds. Right behind them was a new set of Flyboys/Erasers. When would it end?

Elizabeth seemed extremely determined, more than usual. Whatever she had been holding back before would break loose now. “Everyone, cover your ears!” she shouted as the enemy closed in.

“News flash, we can’t fight with our hands over our ears!” I screamed at her.

“Just do it!” she pleaded. For some reason, I trusted her. It might have had something to do with the fact that I didn’t have any better ideas, but that’s beside the point. I clamped my hands over my ears. Elizabeth sucked in her breath then let it out. Only she didn’t exhale, she screamed. I swear, I thought a police siren was malfunctioning next to my eardrum or something, it was so loud. My ears hurt like heck. The unsuspecting army of mutations was shook. They fell from the sky like potato sacks. It was actually quite fun to watch. The School was suffering as well. The windows shattered, and I’m pretty sure some of the walls began to crumble.

I looked at her in amazement. “Why didn’t you tell us you could wail like that?” I asked her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could fly so fast?” she shot back. Oh. That.

I shrugged. “You never asked,” was my answer. She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I bet you would have loved it if I had started to interrogate you about your powers.” She had a point.

“Would it be so much to ask you two to wait until we were outta here before you start talking? You’re making me think Nudge is here or something.” Fang muttered. We rolled our eyes at him. Guys. So impatient.

I flew off at top speed. I couldn’t wait to get home and see the rest of the flock again. Oh, and I was hungry for Mom’s cookies. I just love Mom’s cookies.