Me: So this is it! The sequel to New Power! I don't have a title so PM me if you have an idea for one.
I hope this doesn't suck and I will try to update more often (school is almost over).
Enjoy. Fang!
Fang: (In a British accent (because I love them))This is disclaiming any and all things regarding trademarked or copyrighted items. Yo- Ow!
Me: Sorry Fang. (Stage whispering) I punched him. (To Fang) You just wouldn't shut up! Hey, wait! Aren't you supposed to be dead?
Fang: ...
Previously: The Flock destroyed Itex. Fang, Dr. M, and Ella were killed. (Is that it?)
Max's POV
I clutched the picture of a smiling, young Fang in my hand, staring down at it as my tears fell. I bit my lip as I gazed down at it, and more tears fell delicately from my eyelashes. I brushed them away with the back of my hand, my eyebrows pulling together as my face tried to remain composed.
A broken cry struggled to escape, and I gave in to it, letting it scorch my lungs as it killed me inside. I fell back on the cheap hotel bed, curling up and wrapping my arms around my knees.
I gave in to the sobs threatening to overtake me, letting another devastated cry rip from my throat.
I had lost Fang, the love of my life, my reason for living, my oxygen, my everything. Then I had found out Mom and Ella had been shoved out of a helicopter. It destroyed me inside, and it had only been a few hours.
The Flock... minus Fang... had buried his body behind Mom's house. We didn't dare stay there, so we had flown to a hotel a few miles away. I had promised myself we would go back to have a funeral for Fang, and look for my human family's bodies.
But not now.
Now, I needed to cry myself out.
Now, I needed to be alone. And the Flock knew it.
I cried myself to sleep that night, and was crying long after the Flock went to bed. I cried into the wee hours of the morning, and I just let it happen. I didn't try to control my feelings; I just let the tears fall, staining the pillow with my devastated tears.