Fang's POV

Chapter 3

“Erasers, version 6.5” I said.
“Split up!” Max ordered. “Nudge! Gazzy! Nine o’clock! Angel, up top! Move it! Iggy and fang, flank me from below! Fang, ditch the dog!”
“Nooo, Fang!” screeched Angel.
I went below Max, but I couldn’t bear ditching the dog. I knew how Angel loved that furry dead weight, so I put him in my backpack.
The Erasers’ had huge, heavy-looking wings, bearing their teeth. I picked one and sped up to it. When I reached it I clapped my hands over its fuzzy ears. The Eraser screamed and went down. I quickly rolled out of harm’s way.
There were so many of them… I picked another and began kicking it. It was a lot easier in the air, since these mutants needed serious flying lessons.
I heard Nudge scream, and Max went to rescue her. I punched my Eraser under the chin. His head jerked back.
I looked to see how Ig was doing. He was doing fine, just putting a small bomb down a Eraser’s shirt. Max tried to help him, obviously not knowing about the bomb. He yelled at her to get away.
I started punching an Eraser.
“You… are… a… fridge… with wings,” I shouted at him. “We’re… freaking… ballet… dancers…”
I glanced back at Max.
And did a double take.
Was that Ari she had just kicked in the face?
“Fang!” she yelled.
Then I felt a sharp pain in my side, realizing that Ari had just shredded my jacket… and my skin.
The Erasers that had somehow survived were retreating. Ari looked around and retreated clumsily with the rest of the wolf-men.
“We’ll be back!” he snarled.
“Boy, you just can’t kill people like you used to,” I said.


Chapter 4

We waited for a few minutes to see if the fight would resume. It didn’t.
I saw Max looking at me worriedly.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Angel? Gazzy? Nudge? Report,” she said.
“Leg hurts, but I’m okay,” said Gaz.
“I’m fine, and so are Total and Celeste,” said Angel.
“I’m okay,” said Nudge, sounding exsausted.
“My nose,” said Iggy. “But no biggie.”
“Okay, then,” said Max. We’re almost to DC. It should be easy to get lost in another big city. We good to go?”
No. My side hurt so bad. I couldn’t think of a time I’ve ever hurt this much. But I nodded with everybody else.
There was a lot of conversation, but I tuned it out. My wings ached, so I slowed down a little. I felt warm blood on the arm that I was trying to stop the blood from falling on an innocent jogger.
A while later Max dropped down next to me. “What’s going on?” she said in a no-nonsense tone.
“Nothing,” I managed to say.
“Fang-“she started to say, but noticed the blood on my arm. “Your arm!”
“It’s not my arm,” I mumbled.
Then it went black.