and let myself fall over the edge of the cliff. If you were me, you'd have done the same thing. The dogs were yelping excitedly-they'd found their prey: moi. In back of me were woods filled with drooling bloodhounds and psycho Erasers with guns. In front of me was a cliff, a sheer face of rock that dropped to an unseeable floor hundreds of feet below. I skidded to a halt, my arms waving, my feet backpedaling in the rocky dirt. I burst through the trees, chest heaving, a thin sheen of cold sweat on my skin. Dim light filtered in through the woods in front of me-a clearing? Please, please. But none of us could outrun a big dog.ĭogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day. I could outrun men-all of us could, even Angel, and she's only six. The unearthly baying of bloodhounds on the scent wailed through the trees, and I felt sick. I could find a clearing with enough space for me to. Still, my arms pumped by my sides, my feet crashed through the underbrush, my eyes scanned ahead anxiously through the half-light. I'd never been this far from the School before. See? That snaps everything into perspective. Mutants: half-men, half-wolves, usually armed, always bloodthirsty. My bare feet hitting every sharp rock, rough root, pointed stick? Not a problem.Īs long as I could put as much distance as possible between me and the Erasers. My arms being scratched to ribbons by a briar I'd run through? No biggie. My brain was on hyperdrive I was racing for my life.
Run! Come on, run! You know you can do it. Whether in the treetops of Central Park or in the bowels of the Manhattan subway system, Max and her adopted family take the ride of their lives.The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective. Her friends brave a journey to blazing hot Death Valley, CA, to save Angel, but soon enough, they find themselves in yet another nightmare-this one involving fighting off the half-human, half-wolf "Erasers" in New York City. It may seem like a dream come true to some, but their lives can morph into a living nightmare at any time.like when Angel, the youngest member of the flock, is kidnapped and taken back to the "School" where she and the others were experimented on by a crew of wack jobs. She and all the members of the "flock"-Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gasman and Angel-are just like ordinary kids-only they have wings and can fly.
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