12 Days of Christmas

1st of December….The Escape

Third Person

Maximum Ride ran through the plan in her mind, she was desperate to get out of her prison cell, if this plan failed…she tried not to think about that so much and focused on the positives like she was going to be seeing the Flock again soon, but. If she could find them, if they were still alive, if they still remembered her or even wanted her and if she didn't get captured, a lot of ifs. She got angry with herself for thinking negative again and instead went through all of her fond memories of the past eight years she had spent in the School.

There wasn't much to reflect on. All her time was spent thinking about the plan. She had plotted the exact time and date that the Eraser whom had been guarding her it's whole life the past eight years was going to die. She ran through the calculations she had scribble all over the wall of her cell. She had seen the Eraser been created and that was her starting point, she took in the fact of an Eraser's average life-span and this one was supposed to live longer than the average Eraser. Max had come up with the results of the 1st of December 2015. At precisely 3:18 am. That's when it was all going to take off.

She was panicking and practically bursting with nervous energy but she channelled it into pacing around. It kept her ready and it took some things of her mind, like Fang…she refused to let that subject cross her mind. She stopped and stood still for a few seconds to check out the time. The white coats had been nice enough to let her have a suicide proof clock in her room. It read 3:05 am. Not much longer to go. She continued to pace…it was actually more along the lines of jogging.

Max looked at the clock again and gasped. It was almost time. She walked up quietly to the door and put her ear to it. The Eraser's breathing was normal, heavy and luckily she couldn't smell it. She held her own breath when the Eraser's breath started becoming heavier and slower. 3:17 am and the Eraser was gasping for breath. Max hoped for all it was worth that he was choking on his own foul tongue. When she heard didn't hear it breathing anymore accompanied by a large thump of it dropping dead to the floor, she knew that it was time to get moving.