I hope you guy are happy. My trip was delayed so horray for you and boo for me. Don't get me wrong, I love wrinting, but honestly I really want to see my sister, my neices, and my nephew. I never get to see them. Besides, I get to play grown-up around my neices and nephew. That oppertunity does not come often.
You guys asked for the series, I give you series. I call this awesome, beautifuly written, and so on and so on, Finding the Ride. Sees how Alex went missing in the last story, The Last Ride: To Maximum Level. And if any of you read the last chapter for I Promise, you will find, Alex actually left for a good cause. Confusing I know, but as you read I'm sure you will come to understand.
If any of you are confused about title, Max, Fang, and the whole gang are looking for Alex, who by the way has a last name as Ride. Story continues from the letter Alex wrote in The Last Ride.
So what are those famous words of history Angel dear?
Angel: SCROLL THE PAGE!
Me: Well said my young Grasshopper.
MAX
3 years after the battle
Gosh was I tired. After giving birth to Christopher, who was sleeping in Fang's arms, it takes a lot of energy.
Let me fill you in on the past few years. Starting with the youngest child; Christopher or Chris, as we all call him, was 3 years old. He had dark brown hair, maybe blonde if it wasn't for Fang's dark hair. He had my fair skin, with the bonus of Fang's dark as midnight wings. The strangest thing was though, was his eyes. They changed colors so many times, and the change was noticable. His eyes could turn from blue, to brown, and all the way to obsidian black. He got angry, they were black. Calm, his eyes were blue. If he was okay or fairly happy, and his eyes would turn brown, from yours featherly.
Nig, well her story is kind of sad. Specially for me, Fang, Angel, and Iggy. Mostly Iggy. Nig's mother, the motormouth of the first flock, fashion diva, and and beauty queen, risked her life to save Iggy, who she had a crush on, and basically left us. Nig just so happened to show up after the fatful day, coming after her mother died and found her father an emotional wreck.
Nig is 9 at this point. Her hair was a dark brown, and frizzy as all get out. She had mocha colored skin, and Iggy's pale blue eyes. Her wings were white with dark brown streaks in her primary feathers. A good mixture of Nudge, and Iggy.
Oscar likes to act like a gaurd dog, or a watch dog. He is also the middle child of Fang and I. I swear he is like a younger version of Fang. The only thing he has from me is my fair skin, and brown eyes. Don't tell Oscar this, but I think he has a little crush on Nig. All he ever does, if not hidden in the trees being a 'watch dog', he is following Nig around. If there is one person he talks to the most these days, is Nig. Nig I'm postive, has a crush on Oscar.
Alex, is 10. Without a dout, she is my child. With my blonde hair, and my wings. Though her eyes are a mixture of brown, and black flecks. She is definatly the younger version of me, with the leadership skill, and stubborn attitude.
Kitty is 15, black spikey hair, and a fashion diva. Part panther, and bird. Can sneak up on you, better than Fang. She is a good fighter, and a naturalist. Since she can speak with all animals.
JoJo, is the female version of Fang. With the same black hair, black eyes, same black wings, and most of the time black clothes. If Fang did not cut his hair after a few months, it would be hard to pinpoint which is JoJo and which is Fang. Both Blaze and she, are 17 and have the relationship as me and Fang. Complicated at times, and both kids would do anything to save eachother.
Blaze is quiet, but is not related to Fang in any shape or form. He has brown curly hair, brown eyes, and his wings...amazing. Some may say his wings are more powerful then anyone else's. They are red as red can be. Phonix, if you read the fairy tale stories, is a huge bird that is of coarse red, and can breath fire, fly through fire, and shall I go on. No pun needed when I tell you, Blaze's gift is litteraly controling fire.
Angel, yes is younger than Blaze and JoJo being 15 years old, but has been in the most fights and battle. Her name says it all, with an innocent face, bright bouncy blonde curls, and bright blue eyes. She teaches the new sets of mutants, that join The Gathering, how to fight, kill, and block. She also teaches powerful mutants, how to use their powers.
Gazzy is 16, and the older/male version of Angel, with blonde spikey hair, and bright blue eyes. He, again with the new ets of mutants, teaches the uses of bombs, weapons, and so on. And no matter how many times I tell him not to, he teaches how to build them. With the help of Iggy of coarse.
Iggy, our chef, Fang and I, are 24. Fang has the job of teaching the somewhat knowing-how-to-fight kids. He teaches the advanced class of fighting. As soon as Angel feels good of a student, Fang gives him or her, his personal time. I on the other hand, care for the youngins, that are like 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. They reach 6 and its off to Angel they go. Iggy as I said before, is our chef. He teaches how to cook, and how to survive on you're own, out in the wilderness. Nig helps him out a lot when he is cooking.
Sam, Lissa, and J.J. are not part bird, but part bat, with the bat wings, and super sharp hearing. Believe it or not, I had no idea that it was possible for Lissa to wear dirty jeans, and a torn up t-shirt. Lissa and Sam are 24. J.J. is 23.
Life here at base camp, The Gathering, is easy. When Fang and I are not caring for the others, we go out and fly around searching for lost mutants, or hey, even the regular people. We run the camp, and we have an easy list to follow. We wake up in early mornings, fix our hammocks, go to the dinner tables and have breakfast, go to our first morning class, go to our second class, then third class, lunch, forth and fith class, free time, and bed. See simple right?
Jeb is the only human teacher here. He teaches human things such as math, and science. Me and him always joke that this was a college for mutants, instead of a camp.
Now the humanity that we saved, actually fixed the camp, into like 7 buildings. There are 2 seperate buildings for girls and boys. Some like to spend their free time in them, sleeping while other swim in our pond. Angel has her own building split for class, and her own room. Samething goes for Gazzy's weapon class, and Iggy's cooking class. Fang and I share our own building for sleeping and free time. The last building is mine, filled with toys, small hammocks, and yes changing stations for the babies. After having Chris, my motherly instinct came out a lot, even for the others. Fang taught his personal lesson on our building, but thats if you get lucky.
Each building was a log cabin, including water from a faucet, plumbing, exactly like a house.
You see, life is simple at Camp Gathering Mutants, or CGM. I have to say, I have never felt better.
At this time at night, you would find everyone asleep, besides a few who take turns in staying up and keeping watch.
My feet hit the cold floor as I walked in Fang and I's kitchen. My throat was dry and I needed water desperatly.
I heard flapping from outside, but I brushed it off. What really caught my eye, was a letter sitting in the kitchen island. My heart pounded hard as I read it.
Dear Family,
Sorry if I hurt you guys bu doing this, but i needed to get away. I'm tired of this. Of everything. I'll see you soon on your death beds. I know that sounds harsh, but you might be dead or dying when I see you again.
Alex
She ran. She ran from home. She ran from home, leaving me wondering what happened to have her made her do this. My daughter, my baby girl, ran from home. From me.
DONE! The first chapter of Finding the Ride is done. Man, my fingers hurt now. R&R!
