5 years
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I was a female and my initials were not JP. BUT I do own any new characters and the plot. I gain no money from this and my only reward is the reviews from readers.
A/N: ATTENTION READERS, I have edited several parts of this story as I found that I was beginning to lose interest in it and had also gained a large case of the Writers Block. I am going to be editing each chapter and hope that you won't be too disappointed in me, but it just wasn't making much sense to me anymore, not to mention, that it was started when I was in early year 10 but I am now in year 12.
My views have changed a bit and I am (hopefully) more mature than I was. My writing style has grown and changed quite a bit also. (I also realised that I was asking almost every chapter for any ideas that anyone had). So besides all that, I hope that you enjoy.
I will be editing this entire story and will only be updating the edited chapters, meaning no new chapters as I feel it was also moving too fast.
I hope I will have the time to do this and keep up with school as we just found out early Jan 2012 that I have a cancer called Hodgkin's Lymphoma (yes, Delta Goodrem had this) and I am currently going through chemotherapy. Please bear with me and leave a review at the end of this chapter. It would make my day brighter.
Chap 1
It has been 5 years since the flock left with Fang and Brigid. They left to take down the 'supposed' Itex base in Egypt.
I sat there in my office, thinking about that day.
***FLASHBACK***
"Brigid told me that there is an Itex base in Egypt. Do you want to go take it down?" Fang asks.
"Fang, at the moment, I would trust Jeb more than I trust Brigid. And that is saying something." I reply.
"What is it that you have against Brigid?" he demanded.
I looked at the Flock. They were looking back and forth between us in amusement.
"Fang, she is 24, you are 14. She is trying to get you to date her! She is a paedophile! Don't tell me you haven't noticed!" I exclaimed. "Another thing I have against her, is I overheard her on the phone. She was saying that she was close to getting us to Egypt. She asked if the trap was set for me. She wants me dead!"
"Max, your wrong, she is just trying to be nice." he told me calmly, "And she doesn't want you dead. You were probably just dreaming,"
I looked at him in disbelief. Dreaming? Why doesn't he trust me? "I wasn't dreaming, Fang. I know what I heard."
"And I know that we can trust her. She hasn't lead us wrong yet so why don't you just give her a chance?" he demanded, rolling his eyes.
"I don't want to lose the Flock Fang. I don't want to see any of us hurt because I decided to put my trust in her only to have it backfire. I would have hoped that you would have understood that." My voice was quiet, but everyone heard it.
"I do understand that, but-" I cut him off.
"If you won't listen to me, you need to choose." I said quietly. I had a feeling I would regret this later, but I had to try.
"Choose what?" Fang asked.
"Me or her. Choose." I could hear the tremble in my voice. I didn't want to lose him. I had just realised, now that I could possibly lose him, I loved him.
"Max, don't make me do this," he sounded angry.
"Fang, who is it? Brigid? Or me?"
"I . . . Goodbye Max," he said and walked off.
I watched him go. Damn it! I knew that this would come back to bite me in the fucking ass! Traitor tears were welling up in my eyes. I angrily wiped them away.
I turned to the Flock and said, "If you want to go with him, go, I won't stop you. But if you do go, don't expect me to ever go with you and help." I said, with a strange hardness in my voice. It was different from my usual hardness. This was a hardness guarding me from any hurt and pain.
One by one, the others got up and left. The only one that stayed was Angel. She came over to me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and whispered, "It's okay Max, you still have me. I won't leave you.
***END FLASHBACK***
But she did,and not of her own choice. We had been walking through New York, walking back to the apartment we had managed to get, when we were separated somehow. When I noticed that she had gone, I ran all over, asking people if they had someone of her appearance, after about twenty minutes, I caught a glimpse of her, she was being held by an Eraser and Brigid was holding a gun at her to keep her quiet. I tried to get to her, but they jumped in a car and were gone. I tried to get to a spot where I could do anup and away, but by the time I could, they were gone.
A week later, I received a package with a tape in it showing her chained up in the middle of the room, spread eagle with them shooting her in various places like her knees, stomach, arms and wings. Just before it cut out, Brigid was shown in front of the camera smirking, "say goodbye to the youngest and last of your Flock Max" before turning around with a gun in her hand, pointing it at Angel, and shooting her in the head. Now, I am all alone. To keep busy, I threw myself into working and studying things like cooking, different languages, etc. I work as a PE teacher in a high school in New York, during the week, but on the weekends, I work in a fairly new Italian restaurant. I am fluent in a few languages and still learning more for fun and curiosities sake.
I received a phone call from Dr Valencia Martinez, my mom, two months ago, telling me that my sister, Ella, was getting married and that I was wanted to be the Maid of Honour. I replied that even if I would have to wear a dress, I would come for her wedding, I would arrive on the day with my dress. They mailed me a photo of the dress, I was to wear and I had set straight out to get it made to my size while they would handle my shoes and jewellery.
When I asked her who she was getting married to, they expertly danced around the question and wouldn't tell me.
Because I was bringing the dress, I had decided to drive to the wedding in my nice, new car.
-~{Scene Break}~-
After parking out the front of the house and getting out of the car myself, I decided to leave my dress in the car for safety before heading up to the door and knocking. But as always when involving me, the one person you would never expect to answer the door, did.
"YOU!" we both shouted as we saw the other.
A/N I know, i am so evil! Kay, so this was the first chapter. Please tell me what you think!
I have a few questions that you can decide if you want to answer, but you don't have to (and no. I am not trying to use reverse psychology).
Who do you think it was that answered the door?
Who do you think Ella is getting married to?
