Karma isn't what you think it is
Chapter 1 FANG POV
I speed walk down the unfortunate, cracked Floridian sidewalk, with a newspaper wedged between me and my arm. I spot a horde of groupies wearing Maximum Ride T- shirts in one of the nearby allies. There were girls ages 16 to 7. My black sneakers slightly squeak as I quickly dive behind a trashcan outside a street restaurant to avoid getting pummeled. I cautiously peer from behind. They were all… crying?
"Why did have to do it so terribly? Why?" one blonde haired groupie cried, dramatically. What did he do? My mind raced. It has to be something with the flock.
"Poor Max, too! She was too weak with grief to care!" another whimpered, leaning on an older girl's shoulder. I froze. GET TO THE DARN POINT!
Finally, one of the smallest ones, the one that reminded me of Angel, at an age where you don't really understand anything, meekly voiced:
"We all know the flock did everything they could to save Max from the torture of "
WHAT? Anger and confusion ripped through my head. What were the talking about? I searched their faces for signs of a trick, but they all looked genuinely sad and grief – stricken.
"But how, HOW could they just let her die that way? It's just so horrible!" Everything slowed down. Max? DEAD? Impossible! I needed to question them. But first, a disguise.
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Bleh. I couldn't find a disguise. So, I used the newspaper I was holding to cover my face. I walked slowly up to them, but judging how I couldn't see where I was walking, I tripped on one of the cracks. Knowing my luck, this wouldn't go well.
Since my hands are preoccupied, I had one last resort if I didn't want to break my nose. My wings burst out to catch my currently falling self. The groupies all gasped and yelled "FANG!" Almost in unison.
I kneel and shoot insults at myself. Before I can get up one of the groupies are pounding me with their fists and screaming:
"YOU LEFT MAX AND NOW SHE IS DEAD AND GONE AND WE'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN AND *sniff* WHY-Y-YYY!". I duck out and flap out of reach. I was sick of this.
"WERE IS THE FLOCK?" I yell down to them. The oldest tells me at the cave were we first met the hawks. And where I would meet Max in 20 years. She spat the last two words. Which happened to be '20 years'.
HEYY U GUYZ! I was bored and wanted to write another fanfic, so I did! And tell me readers, What time is it? :D leave creative and interesting answers in the review boxes! ^.^
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Emoticon of the chapter: (=^.^=)
FACT: your feet are larger at night than any other time. You are also shorter.
(thanks a lot gravity!)