Maximum Ride- The Others

[Guardian Angel]

The heavily bolted down door opened clanked, then opened. Sunlight fludded in, Mike had been working on the batteries in his collar. Mike was sure they were out. The intensity of the shocks had lessened greatly. No burn marks were seen across Mike's neck. He was tired, blocking out the pain as best as he could. Mike was in no condition to fight, but he had to get his father out. In turn his father could get everyone else out. Mike had to put an end to this. The door swung open. Three guards, two of which had a gun trained on Mike. His mind was going through scenarios as fast as possible. He could over power the guards, maybe make it to the master unlock switch. Maybe Mike's father could track down Elizabeth and Dawn, while Mike looked for Chris and Aira. Mike's father would likely have a collar too, so that was no good. He felt a pressure building within his gut. Mike had to act, but making a move had too many ifs. He then realized he had a card to play. It was risky, but it had a decent chance of getting him through this.

"I've never had to resort to this before, but you're giving me no choice. I've only told one person about this, but... well I guess I'm asking you to move out of my way before I kill you." Mike asked politely, he looked at the guards with both of his eyes this time. They were both a shade of vibrant blue.

"I have no problem with you three, let me pass and I will let you live." Mike spoke in a confident voice. If they even moved to leave or close the door, Mike would strike. He never thought he would have to resort to this. Mike was a man of many secrets. He had only recently discovered a new ability. Mike had been under the impression that Erasers couldn't develop radical powers, then again Mike was no normal Eraser.

[AiraValkov]

It was cold now and Elizabeth was tired. She let her head slide down to dawn'shoulder. Dawn stroked her hair trying to calm the shakes that she had. Just then two guards walk into the room. Elizabeth stopped shaking then. She had to be strong. She had to be strong. Dawn held her close as to protect her from everything around her. Like a true mother.

"Time to go." They said unlocking the cell door and letting them swing open.

"Where are we going?" Dawn asked slowly raising and helping Elizabeth up. They slowly walked out of their cells until they were in the halls where Elizabeth moved right into Dawns arms.

"The arena. You both have First class seats." Said the other pointing a gun in their back and making them walk. They walked up stairs and through long corridors until they reached what looked like a loading dock.

The guards separated them making them each stand on a steel plat form. Suddenly thick reinforced glass walls enclosed each girl in their own cell. Elizabeth screamed and reached for dawn and dawn did the same. Then she made eye contact with Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth everything is going to be fine alright. i promise you we will get out of this alive." Dawn couldn't have said it with a stronger more truthful voice.

Elizabeth nodded and they where raised into the arena. Two floors they say just above the arena floor. They looked up to see the hundreds of faces looking down at them. She was confused. Then she saw Aira. Elizabeth smiled. when dawn say her she followed her gaze and then smiled and called out her name. They both did. But when she turned around black eyes met her. Dawn's eyes went wide and tears began to fall from her cheeks. no one could hear her screams within her cell but she was angry.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Now for our next demonstration we will show you how loyal and obedient our subject is. Here you see two ladies. One is the woman whom gave us the DNA to create Aira. she had worked agenst us for a number of years and had several warrants out for her arrest. But never the less she is still connected to our subject. And here we have the lover or mate to our next contestant. He was one of our top agents. But something within our training was flawed and he has gone rough. He was our best fighter and now we'll put him to the test to see if he is worthy of a standing once again. Sent him in." She said as the large doors opened behind Aira.

[Guardian Angel]

Mike rushed forward after he feigned to one side. He made sure to keep the middle guard at an angle with the one on the left. Mike wasn't left handed, but he reared his hand back anyways. Mike couldn't morph with the collar on. Not without causing injury. The guard on the right fired once, the tranq connected with his right arm. Time seemed to blur and slow for Mike. He never had much practice with his power. It was his best kept secret, his last resort. Not to mention it took a toll on Mike's body. Mike's fist ignited with light, lightning engulfed Mike's left hand. He put as much force as he could behind it. The first Eraser's eyes opened wide, confused as to was just happened. Mike's hand went straight through his body, and had enough force to hit the guard on the left behind the first. Mike's right hand grabbed the first guard's side arm. With one smooth motion he tranqed the guard on the left. Mike removed his left hand, and pulled the tranq out of his right arm. He was already feeling its effects. Pain coursed up the lower left part of his arm. Mike had caused a great amount of muscle damage with that attack. Silently he made sure each guard was dead. Mike drug all of the bodies into his cell. In a way the collar Mike was wearing had been the tool that had set him free. Mike gathered the energy from that device, he even drained the camera to take it down at random times.

Mike left arm was burnt all over, he clutched it; panting all of the while. Mike grabbed a combat knife off of one of the guards, and pried the lock off of his collar. Now free of the device, Mike hid the bodies in his cell and dressed up as the guard he tranqed. The clothes, and armor fit moderately well. From there he locked his cell up, and followed Elizabeth's scent. Mike pulled on gloves to hid his charred hand, and pulled down black sleeves to hide the rest of his left arm. Mike's black eye flickered back to life. He rubbed that eye, breathing slowly. Mike felt a gun press to the back of his head.

"Don't move. Luckily we came to get you. Now move, the director wants you to put on a show." Two more guards rejoined the escort. Mike had his hands up, feeling tired after the first charge he released. Mike didn't have it in him for many more. The front guards opened the doors, Mike's eyes adjusted to the arena. He was shocked, his eyes wide. His eyes darted to the side, he saw the director. After more searching he saw Elizabeth and Dawn in the glass containers. Mike's eyes narrowed. He looked forward and saw Aira, her emotionless black eyes only looking back. Mike appeared to be devistated. The guard shoved Mike towards Aira, then retreated. Anger welled up inside of Michael. Something was wrong with Aira. It was that horrid serum, and somehow she was brainwashed, just as Chris had been. Mike put barriers around his mind, just as Dee had taught him. Aira wouldn't be peeking anytime soon.

"By the time this is done, you and I will both be dead... Ms. Director I can promise you that." Mike spoke in a strong voice, looking at the Director. Mike had a strategy, even if it wasn't a good one. His eyes lingered on Elizabeth, his eyes grew soft, sad even. Mike closed his eyes, and looked down at the ground.

"Aira, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm sorry. It was always my dream to free the Erasers from war, but as it seems I can't even free my dearest friends." Mike still had words, but he didn't know how to say them. Mike just had to lure Aira into a grapple. If she had knives, it could prove to be painful for Mike.

[AiraValkov]

"Well Micheal you have something right. you can not keep your dearest friends safe. But now your life and theirs is on the line. This will be the ultimate test"

Aira looked up at the director. She nodded and Aira turned. She walked towards Mike now. Her eyes black. Aira lunged first swinging twice and missing but spinning quickly and landed a round house kick to Mike's jaw.

"It will be sad watching your little play thing die. How do you feel Mike? knowing the only reason Elizabeth is here right now is because of your little obsession?" Aira said cruel.

Aira looked over at Elizabeth and smiled. Elizabeth began to scream in pain. Vision's of her father flashed in front of her eyes and pain followed. Dawn watched in horror and looked tot Mike for help. She screamed from behind the glass for Aira to stop. Something within Aira reached out to Mike but she could feel the blocks.

"Hiding from me Mike?" Her eyes watching him as she moved in for another attack.

[Guardian Angel]

Mike morphed into his Eraser form, his eyes narrowed. Mike gritted his teeth, and he glared at Aira. Mike would feel the rage boiling to the surface. Anger at himself, he devoted his life to this cause. Now it was all in shambles. Mike had an idea, but it would require Aira aqquiring a stabbing device. Hand to hand would be difficult, as she was much more flexible then he was. Mike was purely on the defensive. Aira came at him, Mike avoided the first to hits, but the kick came at rapid speed. Mike rolled his head to the side, softening the blow. Mike was tough to hurt, the way his muscles and body adapted to his power, naturally was the reason for his endurance. As it stood, Mikes left arm was still unable to deliver any devistating hits. Mike felt a presence touch his mind, but Mike was able to keep it out.

"How feeble, is that all you've got. You've clearly suffered a downgrade. Absolutely pathetic compared to my Aira." Mike mocked Aira, trying to provoke her to show weapons.

Aira charged again, Mike watched har shoulders. She leaned in for a left handed puched, but Mike knew she was feigning for a right one. Mike put one arm up, blocking it. Mike winced, then kicked at the inside of one of her legs. Once he was past her guard, he blocked the left swing. Aira shifted feet, and was about to backflip into a kick. Mike rolled to the side. causing the attack to graze Mike pantleg on his way out. Mike's multicolored eyes glimpsed a mechanism on the back of Aira's neck. A chip, Mike definately could make a play on this. All Mike had to do was grapple with Aira, but that was easier said then done. Aira moved back in, delivering a flurry of punches. Mike feigned left and right, moving out of her path whenever he could. She landed a few hits on his chest, bruising the muscle. Mike feigned right, then left rapidly which dodged a devistating left hook from Aira. Mike placed a hand on her elbow and pushed, using her momentum to get Aira away from himself. Buying himself a few feet of breathing room he focused on the building pressure in his gut.

[AiraValkov]

"Your Aira is dead!" She said as she attacked.

Mike was fast and blocked most of her hits but she landed quite a few. When he pushed her away she stood up right. The crowd was looking down at them meny taking notes and whispering. Aira looked at Mike again. She couldn't get into his mind that didn't mean she couldn't push some mental images.

"Pathetic Mike. To Think Susan died trying you a matter person. And Kurt. What a shame that he died for no reason." She said moving back to him.

She had noticed before his arm was tense and he winced ever so slightly when she hit it. She aimed for it now. Fighting harder and making it look effortless. She got in close land a few punches before dropping to the ground and spinning knocking Mike off his feet. She jump onto him and made physical contact with him and pushed through his barriers. She pulled an Image of Kurt and Susan's death to in mind and then created one of his father and Elizabeth dieing. The chip on the back of her neck was blinking Red now as she used her gift.

[Guardian Angel]

Mike felt pain course through his whole left side when Aira struck his bad arm. He had to hold, this could turn into a war of attrition, thats how Mike wore down ordinary bird kids anyways. Mike was rusty, plus he refused to go on the offense. This limited his actions greatly. Mike's body was bolstered by his Eraser form, but it still couldn't endure his lightning charges without suffering damage. His left arm couldn't handle another go, he would need his right for continued fighting. Mike made a snap decision. He gasped as Aira entered his mind. Mike had forgotten that she could do it through contact. Elizabeth, and his father were dead right before his eyes. Kurt dying in that fiery explosion. Susan holding Mikes hand as she slipped away before his eyes. Mike closed his eyes, with tears falling his eyes were froced open. Both of them a vibrant blue. Mike unleashed a burst of electricity that eminated from his abdomen. It was enough to push Aira a few feet.

Mike hoped it would mess with the chip somehow. He struggled to get to his feet after that one. Mike suspected he had caused more damage to himself more so than Aira. Mike was back in his human form, he coughed up some blood, trying to cover it with his hand. His breathing was heavy, he wiped it away with his good hand. He morphed back and prepared his battle stance. He raised his bad arm, and fought through the pain. Mike glanced up at Elizabeth to make sure she was alright. In those moments Aira landed a haymaker onto the left side of Mike's head. He ducked the second one, and unfurled one wing to push her away with it. Her boots kicked up dust, bringing her to a halt as she skidded on the dirt. A small stream of blood fell down the side of Mike's head.

He couldn't afford to take his eyes off of Aira anymore. She was much to powerful for Mike to do that. "Hah! You can't even take down a half dead Eraser, let alone the real Aira. Your just a mask, a shadow of Aira. You can only do a fraction of what she can do." Mike barked, he almost doubled over as he coughed up more blood into his right hand. He rolled to the side in the event of an attack. He raised his arms, looking at Aira, and preparing for another attack. Mike made a sad smile, and whispered something under his breath. He drew a blade from the guard's outfit he was wearing. Mike tossed the combat knife to the ground inbetween himself and Aira. "Lets make this interesting." Mike said calmly.

[AiraValkov]

(Hey guys i have to send my lap top into the shop to get some new programs but i'll post when i can )

[nightwolf]

( Allright guys I think this may be it...posting been slow for a while now and it's mainly my fault I am so proud of this thread and it's been going well for two years my longest ever roleplay on rpg I want to thank you two guys for all your hard work and putting up with me and all my plot twists)

[AiraValkov]

(No it's not your fault. I haven't had internet for over two weeks now and have been unable to post. I'm at my college now typing this up. And No! This is not it! As long as we have at least one post ever few days I’m okay with that. I'm posting now!)

Anger burned through her as she heard the words. Her eye hollow and black seemed to only stare with a dark emptiness. She moved swiftly no hitting Mike hard in the chest. She was Stronger. She was Faster. When the knife was thrown to the gowned Aira eyed it carful. It was perfectly in the center of Mike an herself. She narrowed her eyes at him first and then bolted for the knife sliding to grab it and then moving into a full on assault. She slashed at Mike making sure to keep her body out of reach. She knew that Mike had power. She would use that to her advantage. She moved swiftly trying to find a weak point and she finally saw it. She got an opening an slashed Mike's Arm. Blood slowly began to trickle down his arm. She dropped and swung her leg around tripping Mike. She got on top of him and held the knife to his throat with a cruel haunting smile Aira looked down at him not knowing who he was.

"I am after then the old Aira. She is dead now!"



Matthew moved quickly. He wore his collar out first but left it on. A guard was watching him carefully. Finally Matthew let the last shock go. He then convulsed and dropped to the ground screaming in pain and then lay unmoving. the guard tapped the glass and told him to get up with no response. The guard then opened the door and walked in. Matthew stayed on the floor waiting. Waiting until theguard was far enough into the room. When he was Matthew grabbed the gun and twisted it around and pointed it at the guard he smiled and grabbed him putting him into a choke hold. slowly he went down. Matthew gathered what he had and moved swiftly down the hall. He didn't know where to go. He waited in a dark door way as some whitecoates walked by talking about Experiment 201.5 Chris. Matthew pushed through the doors they came from and saw Chris laying on a metal table. A screen playing some type of gladiator show was playing in the corner. Matthew ignored it and moved to get Chris up.

"Chris, Wake up! Now, Come on Aira and Mike..." A still caught his eye on the screen. It was Mike fighting with.... Aira. No not Aira. Her black cold eyes looked back at him and a shiver went down his spine.

"Chris! Wake up!"

[Guardian Angel]

Mike glared at Aira, jumping a few feet back whilst holding his left arm. Blood started trickling down his left forearm, it went all of the way down to his finger tips, and continued to drip to the floor. Mike looked at Aira long and hard. He breathed in deep. This was what the Seer had told him about. This must've been the moment he had been waiting for. His only regret, is that Elizabeth got drawn into this. He could've fufilled this promise without hesitation, had he not been in love. Mike flexed his hand, and morphed back to human form. Aira held the knife to Mikes throat after she knocked him down once more. The only think stopping her was his weak arm. He pushed her away with all of his might, she slashed which caught Mike right on the side of the neck. The cut wasn't too deep. Mike used the opening to kick Aira away. Had the cut been any deeper, Mike would've been dead in a matter of minutes. Mike took a deep breath once more. "I'm sorry it had to end this way Aira." Mike spoke softly.

Mike charged at Aira, Mental images of his life speeding away. All of it leading up to this moment. Make made it seem like he let his guard down. Raising a hand to intercept the blade if she went for his face, chest, or throat. Aira had only one logical choice. Mike felt the cold steel punch into his abdomen. The force with which it impacted him shocked even Mike. He coughed up a little blood, Mike had only a few moments of strength left. He used his left arm and pulled Aira in. His left hand was on the back of her head.

It was almost as if he was giving her a hug. Mike lifed his right hand, and placed it onto the back of Aira's neck. Mike was feeling weak, the pain continued as Aira fought his embrace. His hand cupped the chip. Mike sent a few charged of electricty. It arched over the chip, frying it for good measure. Mike's eyes were hazy, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He grimaced, and that grimace turned into a sad smile. Mike imparted one final memory to Aira before his eyes closed, and fell to her feet. His breathing was shallow, and he struggled to keep awake. The blood spread around the wound, and was already starting to seep into the dirt.

Mike sat in a cell with his shock collar on, he looked calm. He opened one eye, and nodded his head calmly. "Well I feel kind of stupid right now, but here it goes." Mike was serious, he was alone, and yet he acted as if someone was with him.

"If I'm showing you this Aira, well then that means. Well I guess that means I'm not doing so good." Mike looked at the ground. He looked, and even felt guilty.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm proud of you Aira, and that you and Chris. You both have been great to me. I-.. I guess I just wanted to thank you both. You two showed me the way, who I really was." Mike looked down, and wiped something away from his eyes. He looked up at the door, and breathed slowly.

"Tell my father I love him, tell Elizabeth I'm sorry, and that I love her too. Tell Chris too keep his hopes up, there are great things in store for you two." Mike closed his eyes, and looked down. Tears fell down his face.

"If I don't make it, this isn't a goodbye. We will meet again, and hey if you bury me somewhere nice. I'll put in a good word for you on the other side." Mike put his hand on the shoulder of an imaginary Aira.

"I just wanted to tell you. It's okay. everything is going to be alright. I promise." Mike spoke with a gruff voice. He gave on laugh, and ended the memory with a smile.

Mike hands rested on the hilt of the knife in his gut. His arms wouldn't listen to him. His breathing was labored, and forced. He looked over to Elizabeth. Mike fought to stay awake with all of his might, but he felt himself drifting away. He looked to Dawn, he freed her daughter, or atleast tried to. He had no way of knowing whether or not the charge of electricity fried the chip, or if the chip was even the source of the control. Mike struggled to get up. He got to his hands and knees. Exhaustion crippled Mike, his legs and hands were shivering. He fell back down onto his left side. Mike tore out the knife, grunting in pain all the while. The blade skidded across the floor, mixing dust with his blood. Mike put his right hand over the wound. Too tired to even bind it. He suffered another coughing fitt. Blood tricked out of the corner of his mouth.

[AiraValkov]

(Oh Godess! I acually started to cry! That was an amazing post! I'll never top it!)

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Elizabeth screamed as she fought with all her might to break the glass between Micheal and herself. She watched as Aira plunged the knife into his side. She saw the pain in his eyes. What was worse. He meant for it to happen. He wanted Aira to stab him. It was the only way he could get through to her now. And he did. She could see that. but that didn't matter. Her world was crashing down before her eyes. Micheal lay dieing not but 10 feet from her and she couldn't save him.

"MICHEAL!!!!!!!"



Pain.

A shooting coursing pain radiated from her body. The chip was gone. Aira's body contracted to the ground and started convusling violntly. She gasped and screamed. The darkness fighting it's why to stay in her body to it was no use anymore. The Light within her burned through. Her skin was on fire. She could feel it. She was bruning alive. She couldn't see anything. She couldn't feel anything but the unspeakable pain. Then slowly the pain started to go away. It started in her toes and finger tips. A sudden numb washed over her. Images started to some into view fuzzy and distorted but they where their. Then sounds. Cheering? Why would they cheer. Aira could move again. She moved her hands. and her feet. She strugged to get to her feet. Her hair covering her face.

"And There you have it! The complete and ultime sodjer!" A voice rang through the area.

Aira didn't understand. Was this a dream? She stoo finally and felt a large bright light on her. She looked up. Was she dead? Was this the light? Then Aira smelt it. Blood. She turned around and what she saw made her heart stop. On the ground in a pool of Blood was Mike. He lay grabbing at his side. Aira moved to him. She had to be dreaming this was a nightmare. Then the images she saw befoer the pain hit her. Mike crying, telling her we wasn't okay but things would be okay. Mike was dying. Aira kneeled down and turned Mike over so she was holding him. Her face in shock. It was only then she noticed the tears running down her eyes. She looked into Mike's eyes. He was weak. Then she saw the knife and everythng came back to her. She had done this. It was her. she was the monster. Mike always thought he was the monster but he never was. He was the guardian angel. She was the monster. she always had been. Created to be a monster.

"Mike..." she started but couldn't find any words. She covered the wound trying to stop the blood. It was deep. She had tried to kill him.

"I did this...." Aira said not meeting his eyes now.

[Guardian Angel]

(Why thank you! :D)

Mike's breathing was labored. He could feel his very life slipping away. Mike had never seen so much blood since the time a sniper round hit his chest. Mike still had so much to tell Aira, how he survived that night. How proud he was of her. His eyes fluttered, everything turning gray. Mike could hear footsteps ebbing towards him. Mike reached for Elizabeth. His right hand had suffered only small damage, mainly because that was his dominant hand. It was more used to charges. Mike felt cold at first, but then he felt warm once more. He heard a muffled voice echo through the arena. The Director's voice was the source. Aira turned to Mike, her eyes were normal. Mike's heart rested easier. His sacrifice wouldn't have been in vain. Mike's vision grew unfocused. Aira held Mike, tears streaming down her face.

"Mike..." She whispered, her hands joining his in blocking the wound.

"I did this...." Aira said not meeting his eyes now.

Mike grasped Aira's hand with his. Holding on as tight as he could. "Not... your f-fault." Mike uttered as clearly as he could. Everything had a different tint now. It was hard to describe, Mike felt a deep ache in his chest. He was tired, so very tired. He wanted to say more, but he didn't know where to start. "Judgement is finally at hand, will this be a story of forgiveness? Perhaps it will be damnation?" The Seer's voice was still in Mike's memory, just as if it was yesterday.

[nightwolf]

( right lets get this back up again)

Chris's eyes opened sharply at the sound of Matthews voice, the darkness snapped off the restraint and hecgrabbed Matthew around the neck lifting him up against the wall of the room. Slowly tightening around his neck without Chris having to place his hand upon him. It seemed he had gained more of the darkness during his unconsciousness, he felt stronger like he could destroy anyone with one touch.

Chris snarled loudly in his throat and he walked towards Mathew slowly his eyes staring into Matthew's, the darkness smouldering around him like the room was on fire. He looked over to the monitor showing Aira and Mike fighting, but Mike was on the floor and bleeding heavily. Chris imideatly dropped Matthew to the floor and burst out to the hallway. It was strange no guards no alarms nothing.

Running down the corridor he broke down heavy duty doors and past other empty rooms but still no guards. Did they want him to escape was the director still in the building. There was only one way to find out he found a door that was large and heavy. Placing his hand on the door he expelled the darkness under the door and ripping it off the hinges, five guards were waiting guns drawn ready to fire. Chris gave a dark smile and launched the darkness out strangling the men with one move.

Opening another door a room full of guards met him along with the director, even if she was standing watching over the fight a satisfied look on her face. Chris stood breathing deeply and growling sharply the darkness pulsing in and out of his body.

[AiraValkov]

Aira's body shook. What had she done. she looked into Mikes eye now. her own filled with tears. She was a monster. Mike thought he was a monster but it wasn't true. she was the murderer. Created to destroy. Aira leaned down and kissed Mike's forehead.

"You will be okay. You have to do something for me. Mike you have to stay awake. Okay. Stay with me. You can't go anywhere. okay. Stay here. Hold on." Aira said standing slowly. as she did the crowd cheered. She looked around feeling the blood on her hands. She stretched her feathers out making her wings look fuller and thicker than ever. She rose slowly in the air with hard down strokes. She moved to the middle of the room and the crowd went wild. She turned to look at the director. Then faster then anyone could think Aira was beside her. She grabbed her neck and pushed it up the wall. people near by screamed in horror as the director gasped grabbing at aira's hands.

"Am i everything you created." Aira snarled. She could feel the fragile bones of the directors neck under her hands. how easy it would be to crush it. She could feel the guns now pointed at her but aira was pinned agents the director that if they shot they would both die.

"AM I WHAT YOU WANTED!?! AM I THE PERFECT MONSTER!!!" She screamed now tightening her gip. She breathed hard now.

Aira moved so that the director was facing the crowd. Aira then felt a sharp pain in her ribs. She looked down to see a blade plunged into her side. She breathed out slowly. With what was left in Aira she felt the crush of bone under her hand and the wide eyes of the director as she then fell. Aira fell over 10 feet to the arena floor. The room was silent. She landed next to Mike blood slowly surrounding her broken body. she reached over and grabbed Mike's hand. She gasped at the pain now filling her whole body. was this it? She wanted Chris then. She wanted to be in his arms. To see mike holding Elizabeth with his father behind him. She wanted her mother.
No this wasn't it. She took a deep breath and stood slowly. It took more than one try but she stood over Mike ready to protect him. She was not dying. Not yet, not here.





Mathew

[Guardian Angel]

Mike's left lung refused to function correctly. He was fairly certain the force in which the knife entered had broken a rib. This very rib had punctured one of Mike's lungs. Even in his beaten state, he was able to deduct such a conclusion from his available information. He coughed up more blood. Part of him told himself to take it easy. Aira seemed so far away. His gaze rested on her, the world was losing color as well as volume when Aira spoke with Mike. She offered reassurances, told him to hold on. More blood tricked out of the corner of his mouth as he gave a ragged cough. Pain tore through his bad arm, and his torso. Blood poured out of his wound. He refused to groan any longer. He saw Aira fly skyward, it was a strange spectacle, the crowd roared with applause. Mike's death would be marked by cheers. Cheers and shouts from the mouths of terrible people.

She dove into the area that housed the director. Everything started shaking. No, not everything exactly. Mike was the one shaking. Almost convulsing, he tensed up and closed his eyes. His Eraser form trying to claw its way out. Trying to get himself up. He looked up at Aira, eyelids much heavier this time. His left arm burned, nearly every muscle group in his arm pleaded for Mike to stop. His whole body cried out for rest, for him to close his eyes and let death take him.

He saw Aira about to deal the final blow to the director. Mike had hoped he would've been able to take her to proper authorities alive. Too many had died in this messed up world. Adding another to list didn't exactly bother Mike entirely though. Mike blinked slowly once more. His eyes snapped open when Aira grasped his hand. She was hurt too. His tired eyes grew sad. She rose to her feet. Ready to protect Mike with her life. Mike placed his right arm on the ground and pushed with all of his might. He placed one knee on the ground, slowly rising to assist. His other knee made it next to the first. His body was screaming at him. He looked around, everything had color again. Mike rose to his feet, slowly and unsteadily. Still putting as much pressure as possible on his gaping knife wound with his left hand. His body slowly changed to it's other wolfish form.

Bones shifted, which caused Mike to grunt in pain. Blood still flowing from his wound Mike positioned himself so his back was to Aira's back. He gazed at Elizabeth, and gave her a weak smile. Instantly afterward, his mind groggily counted soldiers. on his half of the perimeter.

"Fifteen soldiers on my side, more are pouring in." Mike said in between bouts of pain.

"Sounds like a walk in the park if you ask me." Mike gave a choked cough as more blood filled his mouth. Too weak to act, Mike gazed at the combat knife near where he had been laying. A small plan hit him.

"Are you still good to fly Aira?" Mike asked quickly.

[AiraValkov]

The director grabbed her neck and gasped quickly. Pain pushed through her shoulder. Guards rushed in around her protecting her. How could this be? She pushed all her men off of her.

"I'm fine you idiots. Back away. Keep your guns on them!" She barked as the doors opened behind her. She smiled down as both Aira and Micheal stood to make a final stand. Sad really. She looked over to see Chris standing in the doorway. Instantly a quad pointed there guns at him but she held her hand up quickly. She saw the darkness pulsing in him. She looked back and something caught her eye. The girl. Elizabeth cheering as Micheal got back up Dawn next to her banding on the back wall trying to find it's weakness. She needed to end this now. She already looked weak.

"Darius, Stand by Our Guests, on my signal you kill One. I don't care who." She said into a microphone on her jacket.

from a radio hidden on her body came the response. "In position waiting your order."

She smiled at Chris. "Hello Chris, how are you? don't think about making any dumb moves or I kill one. And you know I have not issue killing people." She said rubbing her neck which had now turned red.




Matthew lost consciousness after being strangled by the darkness. His neck burned from where it had touched him and he was having trouble seeing for a moment. Once he gained his footing he moved into the hall he didn't know what way Chris had gone. he turned a left and made his way down the hall. why were there no guard moved to a corner and pushed his body agents the wall. Around the corner he could hear someone coming. He got ready but just as he was coming to the corner his radio went off.

"Darius, Stand by our guests, on my signal you kill one. I don't care who." Spoke the director. A Cold chill went down his spin. The guard named Darius moved down and away from Matthew. He followed close behind and then he stood in front of a steel door.

"In position waiting your order." He said pulling his gun out of it's holster. Matthew had to think quickly. Who was behind the door? Elizabeth? Dawn? It didn't matter. He couldn't let anyone die. He formulated a plan in his mind quickly.

[Guardian Angel]

Mike kept his back to Aira, after a small while it became too painful to maintain the transformation, what with the soldiers uniform, the one he stole during his failed escape, being too small for his eraser form. Not to mention his damaged anatomy was moving around. The knife wound started leaking less blood. He caught the director getting back up. Mike had thought that Aira broke the director's neck initially. Bad news for them. Looks like the Director was alive and kicking. Amongst the suffocating stench of his and Aira's blood. He could faintly sniff out Chris nearby. He sighed from minuscule relief. They were still surrounded. His blood loss became manageable. He reached for the power he had been previously using, when he found it absent Mike realized that he could no longer use it. He had used the last of it saving Aira. It seemed as if his last gift from the Seer was all but gone. It did come in handy though.

Mike searched his soldiers uniform for anything useful, sadly they had stripped him of everything. The only weapon they had left was the combat knife that wounded Mike, which was just out of reach. Guards took up positions around the stadium. He watched all of the periodically. His eyes jumped back to Elizabeth and Dawn. He needed a distraction to make a break for Elizabeth and Dawn. Getting them to safety was the priority. Chris could handle the director no doubt. One thought deeply troubled him though. What if he was under the directors control in the same manner Aira had been. Mike wasn't in the best condition, he didn't know if he could duke it out with another souped up birdkid. He needed the guards to look at something else, but what.

Things suddenly clicked into place. He turned his head to Aira. "Help is coming, we just need to hold on." Mike reached out with his foot and pulled the combat knife to himself. He waited for shots to ring out, but none of them ever did. He breathed out slowly and took the bullet proof vest off of himself. Aside from the gaping tear where the knife had entered, it could still stop bullets. Mike cut two strips out of the back just so his wings could extend out of them perfectly. His bat esque wings slid out of his outfit after Mike tore extra holed in the uniform.

"Keep pressure on your wound Aira, try and bind it with anything you can. Get ready to move when the bullets start flying." Mike used the strips from his vest and outfit to bind his wound. He had another coughing fit, almost falling on all fours. He forced himself to stay standing. There would be time to rest later Chris, Aira, Elizabeth, Dawn, Dad, and others needed him right now.

[nightwolf]

Chris snarled deeply as the director spoke, giving him a soft greeting and asking him how he was. Giving a dark chuckle Chris spoke. " you really want to know how I am?" He asked tilting his head to the side his hands clenching tightly the darkness swirling around them. Chris thrusted his hands forward and the darkness leapt forward consuming all of the men leaving nothing but dried up corpses.

As the darkness shrank back slowly into Chris he stood face to face with the director alone, " perhaps you can tell me how i should feel, since I have been under your control for every part of my life. But now this is where your life ends and mine begins. But I must know why me? Why have you been so set on making me into something I don't want to be....I never wanted the darkness on me I've killed so many all for your benefit. Why?" Chris talked as he walked slowly around the room closing in on the director.

[AiraValkov]

The director suddenly felt a feeling she hadn't felt before fear. She watched her creation. Her own masterpiece turn agents her. In it all she saw a small victory in it. They had done what they were programed to do. Destroy. Be the ultimate killing machine. She moved slowly to the side kicking the ash of her guards. A new development in the darkness.

"Why you?" She smiled an almost cruel yet sad smile.

"You were simply a chosen fetus. Though your mother was a great woman. If she could see you now I think she would be proud. Though you did disappoint me. Just the only flaw I could find." She turned to see Aira standing along side Mike.

"Through everything you went through I could never control your emotions. Only your actions. And with that your weakness emerged. Her, That girl there. sad really." She turned to look Chris in the eyes now. No fear in her eyes. She moved to straighten her hair and then paused so her wrist was to her mouth.

"Kill them all." She said simple.



****MEANWHILE****

Aira’s breathing was coming in rough but steady. Her vision was blurred with small tinges of red in her peripherals. Time slowed as she looked around. Chris. She wanted Chris. She wanted to be home with her mother. She wanted calm. But here she was in the gladiator’s arena and the emperor was holding his thumb down. She watched guards starting to make their way in. Mike’s voice pulled her from her silence.

"Fifteen soldiers on my side, more are pouring in." Mike said in between bouts of pain.

“I have 10 more on my said.” Aira’s voice shocked even her with how much strength it still held.

"Sounds like a walk in the park if you ask me." Mike gave a cough.

Aira gasps as she chuckled a bit. “Yeah just like that compound in Russia right.” She said as a smile found her lips.

"Are you still good to fly Aira?" Mike asked quickly.

She honesty wasn’t sure. Her back ached. She hadn’t yet checked if the fall off the podium had done any real damage and she prayed it didn’t. She quickly went through each mussel and gave a small squeeze. Something stood out as in any deeper pain.

“I think I can fly” she said watching guards taking position. She could feel Mike tense behind her. Was he worried. He didn’t show it. Just like her, his face was pure determination.

“Keep pressure on your wound Aira, try and bind it with anything you can. Get ready to move when the bullets start flying." Mike commanded.

Aira was almost relived that mike had a plan. She was better in mission based attack then free for all. She searched for Chris in all the struggle but couldn’t see him.


***********MEANWHILE x2****************


Matthew had to move quickly. He stood at the ready behind the corner. He took a deep breath. he took his chance just as the guard was turning to open the door. Time slowed then. When Matthew rounded the corner the Guard was punching in a code. The Command that rang through the radio was clean. Kill them All. The door slide open and Both girls turned to see the guard slowly raise the gun. The guard reached in and grabbed Dawn by the hair. Matthew quickly felt the change ripple through his Skin. His teeth sharpened and his claws protruded. Just as the guard pointed the gun at dawns head Matthew lunged at him. The gun sounded and Matthew crashed into the guard. Dawn and Elizabeth screamed. Matthew grabbed the guards jaw and jerked it violently until his neck and jaw snapped. slowly Matthew turned to see the girls looking up at him. He changed back slowly. Blood was all over his hands and shirt. It was only then that he noticed the pain in his shoulder. The gun had shot him. Matthew looked up at Dawn and Elizabeth. Dawns face went bright and Elizabeth went hopeful.

"Ladies, I think it's time we get out of here don't you think?" He said holding his hands out for the girls to step over the body blocking the door.

"What about Michael and Aira?" Elizabeth asked pointing to the glass.

"And where is Chris?" Dawn asked as they started down the tunnel.

"We'll figure that out later, right now we need to get you two to a safe place." He said wishing he knew where he was going.