Survival - MaxRide Fanfic. Chapter 3
Hissing in a breath, I flexed my weak muscles, clenched my jaw tight and began to writhe more vehemently. With every twist and turn and all the strength I could muster, however, turned against me as the rough coils tightened. To the very point that I could feel warm blood flow steadily along my arms and feet. It hurt, and I could feel the fire in me simmer to glowing embers. I wanted to die right then and there, wishing some all-powerful being would smite me ‘til there was nothing left to be smote. When no lightning bolts or spiked maces crashed through the ceiling, I slammed my head back and howled in anguish. Struggling all the more. Without a doubt those freaks in the white coats were huddled behind some one way mirror sniggering. I could feel my blood begin to boil as I held my breath for several moments. Exasperated beyond anything, I finally exhaled without a plan or even a clue as to how I would escape. Then, something stirred slowly within the very depths of my soul, clou
Chapter 10 - Migration MaxRide Fanfic
“Idiot!” Corvin's head snapped sideways as another, much larger Eraser raked his claws across his furry muzzle. He bared his teeth and folded his ears back, both in fury and in submission. His breath hitched as he caught a fist to his ribs, crumpling slightly and feeling as though he had just been hit by a truck. “You blundering idiot!” Cried the other Eraser, “Do you realize what you have just done?!”
“I’m sorry. I thought I was doing you a favor.” Corvin huffed breathlessly, sarcasm dripping in his tone. The other froze mid step, glanced behind his right shoulder, and wheeled around with lightning speed and backhanded him. The force of the blow knocked him to the side, hissing outwardly.
“What do you see as ‘doing me a favor’ by letting that wretched girl escape? No, no, no, not only let her escape, you let those Nuke Crawlers roam FREE?!”
“They’ll find her, wo
Chapter 11 - Cross my heart MaxRide Fanfic
"What brings you two to Las Vegas?" asked the old man, glancing our direction preeminently before returning his gaze to the road. I eyed uneasily at Wolf, who was quick respond.
"We're meeting up with some friends."
"Ah! Planning on gamblin’ the night away?"
"Oh no sir," Mark laughed in reply, "We're headed far north."
"I see." He replied with a smile, "The North is a mighty beautiful place." Silence draped over the three of us, I licked my lips nervously and closed my eyes, tuning the world out for a little while.
The sun had only reached a few hand breadths above the horizon by the time we arrived in the city. I spent most of my time gawking at the towering sky scrapers and the hundreds of cars clogging the streets. It had an acrid and disgusting smell about it. Humans crowded the streets, many dressed in such odd ways it was impossible not to stare.
After parting with the amiable old man, we were on the run once more.
"Stick with me; we can't stop until we're where we are supp
Chapter 9 - Refuge...sort of. MaxRide Fanfic
Miniscule, glowing white snowflakes twirled about in a beautiful wintery dance behind my eyelids…
Am I finally dead?
It was cold and my ears echoed with the voices of the wind. Until I realized that the wind was morphing into incoherent gibberish, like someone was garbling or drunkenly speaking with a mouth full of food. The speaking was growing more and more intelligible as time progressed. What was it saying?
“Hey! Come on Angel…you have to wake up! There’s no way I’m letting you keel over now.”
Suddenly my body began to writhe and shake, the dream vanished at once, and I felt the restraints of life and reality reeling me upward…
Something consistently knocked against my right cheek, my teeth gently batting against one another as someone was lightly slapping me awake. Furrowing my eyebrows together, my eyes opened at once, the familiar tan face of Wolf greeted me with much concern. Noticing my coming to, he leaned back with an e
Georgetta - MaxRide OC
Name: Georgetta “Georgia” Dorothea MacArthur
Nickname(s): Gigi, Busty, Dundee, Posh
Age: Currently 25
D.O.B: June 8, 1992
P.O.B: Sydney, Australia
Ethnicity: Australian 50%; British 50%
Weight: 150 lbs; 90% muscle, 10% blubber/fat
Hair Color: Platinum-Blonde with purple highlights
Hair Style: Pixie cut and spiked up
Skin Color: Gray and White over body.
Outfit: Wetsuit; wears joggers with a cropped bomber jacket over.
Accessories: Fingerless gloves, lip piercings.
Personality: Peppy, very tom-boyish, organizational but laid back, kind, but capable of playing ‘bad cop’ when need be.
Likes: Rock music, swimming, surfing, medical studies, reading, weight lifting, video games, rough-housing, ass-kic
Chapter 12 - Night Terrors MaxRide Fanfic.
I could feel them. Their white orbs for eyes piercing through me in such a stentorious way I sure I would collapse with fright. The air was putrid with their odor as they lurked amok, figuring the most inimitable way to take me out. For a moment I was still, then I found myself running; the familiar flow of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was running, but I wasn’t moving. I was entrenched on the spot, their pale bodies slithering out of the shadows as they finally made the move to attack. Their mouths had prolongated to such a width I thought their jaws would simply split apart, if they haven’t already.
‘No! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!!’ I found myself screeching, but only in my thoughts, my throat was sealed shut. My body writhed with paroxysm as I struggled even more, but my knees had suddenly given way, I fell headlong into a lake of a tenebrous, crimson liquid.
‘Blood!’ A gasp pried its way into my lungs as I sputtered, tasting the bloo
o Kingdom: Animalia
o Phylum: Chordata
o Class: Aves
o Order: Strigiformes
Bubo Aethereum (Ethereal Owl)
Critically Endangered; Possibly Extinct.
• 5 to 7 pounds; 2.2 to 3.2 kilograms.
• 3 to 5 pounds; 1.3 to 2.2 kilograms.
Females: Between the two, the females are generally larger in wingspan and size, with longer tail feathers, large wisps of downy that are swept back around the eyes, and dangerously curved talons, but multi-purpose “Swiss-army knife” beaks.
Males: The Males are generally the same in appearance, but are smaller and are not as extravagant in physicality.
• Both the Male and the Female are naturally thick with feathers during all seasons in order to maintain warmth.
During the peak of the spring and summer seasons, the female Ethereal is generally a rustic brown, speckled with lighter,
Pressing my hands against the cumbersome door, I strained my muscles to seal it. The metal grated against the concrete slab. With a clanging echo of finality, and roars of anger from the opposite side, the door shut. Grunting, I lowered the lever, locking it from outside. I sighed, focusing, and with a familiar crackle and sibilant shimmer, ice and frost permeated the door from every angle, crack and crevice. Lifting my hands away, and backing quickly from the door, I could only hope that the banging, squealing, cursing, and slamming issuing from behind was only a minor concern.
There was a tussling of my hair and feathers; I tensed and turned, expecting the snarling and foul smelling muzzle of an Eraser breathing down my neck. Rather than a ghastly mutant prepared to tear my throat out, I found myself on a ledge, staring out into a dark, colossal, collectively rippling forest. Only a mere meter from the ground, I clambered down, yelping as my feet brushed against something soft and mo
Chapter 13 - Opal MaxRide Fanfic
As dawn abated and dissolved into early noon, we had disembarked in a state by the name of ‘Washington’. Markus had given nothing away about where exactly we were in this venue, but I was too enraptured with the sloping hills and prodigious mountains. Traveling through the somewhat meager town, I kept close to his flank.
“We’re headed outside of town, up the mountains.” He told me as we ambled along the concrete promenade. The buildings gasconaded an almost Dutch appearance. After our miniscule adventure, the buildings assuredly shrank and scattered while nature grew and clustered all around us, we began to follow a grooved trail that shepherded us up and around the bend of one of the mountains.
We meandered along the steep slope, shrouded by trees, waving grass and boulders. Irrevocably, my curiousness left me wavering to admire the environment around me. Wolf was patient, even watching me with an amused expression. After my senses had gorged themselves,
Chapter 5 - Wolf MaxRide Fanfic.
They were prodding me with their pokers and scalpels. I could feel it; the searing pain as they operated relentlessly. No anesthesia, no sleep....my pain was their entertainment. Their merriment; their mirth. Hysterically I cried, unintelligibly begging for my suffering to be laid to rest. Why was it that I had to experience the agony of this eternal torment?
'Kill me. Just kill me! Please!!' Pleadingly my thoughts shrieked as the lunatics muttered amongst themselves, continuing their endless procedures. The blinding lights and blurred shadows burned into my memories, scarring my soul once again. I couldn't fight, I lay splayed on my back...restraints tight against my limbs. The excruciating moans as they grimly sliced away faded from my throat as the pain began to dissipate. The taste of blood overpowered my tongue as it began to gush from my mouth. Little by little they began to dismember me, taking every little piece. My fingers, toes, arms, legs, wings, heart and soul...m
Chapter 8 - Wanderers MaxRide Fanfic.
Scrambling back into the shadows, my eyes remained fixated upon the two creatures, both noisily hissing to another as if conversing amongst themselves. One rasped through its nostril slits, sniffing the air and turning in our direction. Immediately my heart stopped, my lungs froze, my entire paralyzed on the spot as it gazed dangerously onward. After a seeming eternity, the thing tore its orbs from our hidey hole, growling at the other. Michael watched with a grim, sickening look of determination on his face for a few heartbeats before pressing a finger to his right ear and turning away slightly. “The Director wants to meet with us…now!” He barked, giving one last longing sweep across the desert before hopping down into the car. The tires scrabbled against the sands for purchase before recklessly speeding off, the nuclear gorillas charged off in a completely different direction, heading east as if they caught a trail.
Did it matter to them that they were roaming fr
Chapter 7 - Prey MaxRide Fanfic.
The sand swished beneath my toes as I trudged through the desert. I folded my wings above my head for shade from the seething rays of the sun, which was now right overhead. It had been at least four hours since I ditched wolf boy....well, since I wanted to believe I ditched him. He trailed behind me, matching my cadence...occasionally falling out of step in a way to remind me that he was still there. It was a chore to try and ignore the bothersome fact that he was still stubbornly pursuing. 'It's too dangerous for you to go alone.' Grimacing at the horizon; I haven't seen a single helicopter in the air or a convoy of black vehicles since my departure. Maybe they've given up the chase? Would be nice to lose my tail somehow...
I blinked the grit from my eyes, which were starting to glow as my nerves wore thinner and thinner. Clenching my fists, I whipped around as my trepidation boiled over.
"Will you stop following me?!" My words stumbled slightly, but my hostility burned
Zima - MaxRide OC Bio
• Name: Zima
• Age: 15 (As of the year 2010)
• Height/Weight: 6’1” or 182 cm; 90 lbs or 40.8 kg.
• Physical Appearance:
o Fairly Tan skin.
o Heterochromia...her right eye is a green/blue hazel, while her left eye is a starburst of startlingly icy blue and sapphire shades.
o Long, curly/wavy brown hair with natural auburn highlights; covers her face.
o Almond shaped eyes.
o Slightly freckled face and body, thin/curvy with broad shoulders and long legs;
o Her primary wings (high-lift) are about fifteen feet/four and a half meters in span, while her secondary wings (high-speed) range around eleven feet.
They are generally the same color as her hair in late-spring, summer, and early-autumn seasons (spent between the equator and the poles), with an auburn/golden speckled pattern; the down feathers are predominantly auburn.
Because of her ability to change and adapt to either humid/tropi
Chapter 6 - Parted Ways MaxRide Fanfic.
The nightmares had all but remained at bay those last few hours that I had slept…or so I assumed at the time.
The air was cold as it caressed my skin and combed through my feathers. I was soaring high through the cloudless sky, watching the stars drawl by slowly and the snow glow with the moon’s luminous radiance. I was flying…I was free…there was no pain, no bloodstains, no weirdo wolf guy. I was finally, actually free! Pulling my wings in, I dipped my body into a dive and skimmed the tips of my feathers across the surface of a nearby lake. My hair entangled with each twist and turn. A triumphant laugh bubbled up to my lips as I began flapping to gain altitude, the muscles pulling and stretching with each down stroke. Finally reaching a climax, I reached with my hand as if I could capture the stars, before I closed my eyes and let myself fall freely…but, even the best dreams can always crash down. Everything froze, even my body was suspended in the atm
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Confinement - MaxRide Fan Short Story
Shadows slithered along the dull gray walls of the corridor, footsteps echoing off of the linoleum floors. A short, young geneticist fiddled nervously with his glasses while staring at his clipboard. There, stapled beneath the clip, lie a packet of papers…results. Another strode carefully in front of him, leading themselves to a certain room. It was guarded by a thick and heavy metal door, multiple locks and only few had access inside.
“How did Subject 8 fair?” The young man asked; puzzled by the printed information he was reading. “This doesn’t make any sense…”
“It faired unusually well,” The leading white-coat replied, he stopped in front of the door and gazed distantly through the thick center placed window. “Its output was off the charts. No such thing has ever been seen nor recorded before. Well, except for one…but it never survived.” They both stared at what was inside. Behind the claimed invincible one-way g
Dreams Of Liberation...MaxRide Fanfic
The wind caressed my skin, played with my hair, sang my freedom…I looked on in familiarity at the valley that lie before my very eyes.
This dream…I knew it all before, down to every last detail. It haunted me. Every time I closed my eyes…
“Come with me…” a voice whispered, clearly belonging to a male. I looked on; the trees swayed gently in the breeze, the tall grass tickling my arms and legs. No needles, no restraints or clamps…no pain. Snowcapped mountains rose like beautiful jagged teeth out of the Earth, surrounding me. Below, a crystal blue lake rippled with each gust, fed by hidden waterfalls and flowing into distant rivers. An icy chill whipped up and down my spine, thrilling my senses and ruffling my feathers.
This dream…it seemed so faint, yet felt so real. It was my escape, it was my delusion. I heard the voice once more, enlightening me, urging me to take the daring step. As always, I did…
“Come with me…
Markus - MaxRide OC Bio
• Markus/Mark (Also goes by Wolf)
Birthname: Unknown (Currently)
• Eighteen (Around time frame of ‘Angel Experiment’)
• 5’10”, 190 lbs
• Sports quite the naturally tan toned skin…short, well-trimmed black hair around the edges, slightly wavy/curly and swooped up at the top, and brown eyes. Broad shouldered, very toned/carved and muscular body. Usually he wears typical blue jeans, worn sneakers, and prefers either sold color or plaid shirts or both. Fashion-wise he’s a bit of a hipster/classy man who loves a Fedora.
• Feral form: when in a feral state, he assumes the physical form of a Werewolf. His fur is a solid mixture of obsidian black and umber, and his claws and teeth are a pearly white.
• 95% human, 5% Iberian Wolf
Between Life and Death...Chapter 1 (Skyrim EO FF)
Her fear seemed to melt away as she plummeted; the wind howled and whispered about. It tugged at her torn clothes and her hair, froze her skin and kissed her wounds. Fear was conquered by tranquility as Skaði fell face up. The sky's awake, she observed as the lights danced across the sky. Stars shimmered like so many diamonds and precious gems against the dark velvety canvas. Masser and Secunda, the twin moons, watched as silent sentries above Nirn, while the valley below rushed up to swallow her. Time seemed to slow to a trickle as Skaði's death became absolute. The little one's lips parted in a small, sad smile as the trees ascended to tower over her like many gnarled fingers. The tragedy of an unwanted soul...
She couldn't recall striking the ground; only the resounding crack that echoed throughout the valley and in her very being. There was no pain...only a darkness ready to smother her as it permeated her vision. The leaves on the trees rustled around befor
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