R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own James Patterson. I wish I did (Dylan would be dead in a hole at the bottom of a volcano).
Note – The place where Max and the flock was kept, was not the building Max fought with Maya at in Book 2. Thanks!
~Lilie
When my daddy first told me he loved me, my heart leapt. But even when he said it, I could tell, it was just three words without meaning, and said with a faraway look in his eyes. I was only 3, but I could already tell, that he didn't care. After that, Jeb just kept getting more and more distant. He'd ignore me when I asked him to help me with the simplest tasks, like helping me tie my shoes, or getting a book down from a high shelf. I always thought my daddy was busy with his job, or just tired. I didn't know what his job was, and whenever I asked he'd change the topic, asking me about preschool. Then came the day I turned four. Jeb was called to his job, an emergency task, which he couldn't avoid. I didn't understand why he had to leave me on my special day. I snuck in the back of his rusted red ford truck, and waited till he drove away.
The road was long and bumpy. I fell asleep for most of the time, waking, while my father passed through a tall iron gate marked ITEXICON. He drove down a hill, and there was another gate, with lots of barbed wire. I wondered why my daddy was driving to a prison, but I kept silent. Jeb stopped at this gate, and got out of the truck, a small square object in his hand. He ran it through a slot in the gate, and got back in the car. He got out soon after, striding proudly up to a tall building, and walking in. I crept silently behind him, catching the door as it slammed forward. I slipped as I wlaked in, and fell onto a man in a white coat. He stared down at me, and called to my daddy,
"Batchelder, children are not allowed in the lab!"
"I had no idea sir."
"Well take him out."
Jeb looked for me, but I had already ran towards an open door and slipped inside. The room was large and dimly lit, but I could see well enough to see the room was filled with cages, some small, and some larger. Someone whimpered, and I realized in horror that there were children in the cages, children with wings. I ran out of the room screaming. A woman in a whitecoat, stopped me, and picked me up, carrying me to my daddy. I hugged him, but he pushed me off.
"Listen to me Ari. These nice men and woman are going to take care of you for a while, while I can't. Anne's going to take you to your new home now, okay? Be a good boy for me."
"No, Daddy, you can't leave me! Come back!"
I screamed as the woman named Anne dragged me away. The last thing I saw before we turned the corner was my daddy lugging six cages towards his truck, and my home.
So – what did you think?