Hey I'm here with a new story. I feel like this one will have more space to grow. Anyway hope you like it.
Max
I causally walked into my house. I was pulled into a closet by two little ones. The gasman and Angel. Inside the quiet huge closet was Iggy.
"We've got a problem." He started.
"A problem?" I asked.
"Mom and Dad want to sell us to a company called ITEX." He finished.
"Are you serious?" I questioned.
All three of them nodded. As I looked into Iggy's unfocused eyes, I could tell this was the truth.
"What do we do?" I said.
"My friend has our stuff, he's going to help us." Iggy stated.
I really hoped this friend wasn't Dylan. He has a crush on me. No wait, that's not right. He has an obsession with me. He's downright in love with me. Every time Iggy has him over, Dylan rather hang out with me. All the time he tells me he loves me. I'm just like Shut up! I really don't sound like me right now.
"Let's get in the van and drive to their place." Iggy broke the silence.
We all piled into the van. I was driving and Iggy was giving me directions. How a blind guy knows his way to a house, I'll never now.
Fang
Nudge watched in horror as Anne shoved me into the wall. This was nothing. Nobody knows where she takes me at night.
CRASH!
My head banged into the wall, leaving a huge dent. I stood up shaking of dust. Anne went over to Nudge. Oh, no you don't! I tackled her to the ground. Her hand slithered into her pocket. Anne pulled out a shot with silver liquid. The needle plunged into my arm. I crawled off her and sent her a death glare.
"Get out of here, you useless brats!" Anne screamed.
We gladly left and went to the abandoned building that we stay in. I kept glancing down at my arm, right where the needle hole was, was a spot of silver. Just as fast as it came it left. I pulled my jacket sleeve back over it and unlocked the door. Nudge stopped me from going in.
"Fang, are you okay? Like... Like she hit you and you... Has it happened before?" Nudge asked shakily.
"I'm fine." I said. I went into the old living room and wrapped my hands so I could punch the bag.
Bam! Bam!
My fists were about to lash out again but I stopped. I heard a soft knock on the door. I motioned for Nudge to stand back. I went to the door and slowly opened it to see Iggy's family. I raised my eyebrows.
Max
The door opened by a tall boy. At least six feet, black shaggy hair, dark brown eyes with gold flecks, and a long scar running down his right arm. I took a glance down at the little ones and they looked afraid of him.
"We need to leave." Iggy said to the boy.
He nodded. He motioned us in with his wrapped hands, they had bruises on them. We entered the run down room. The boy winced at something and ran down the hall.
"Who are they?" Gazzy asked. After that I noticed a girl standing there watching us. She had mocha skin and black hair.
"Well I'm Nudge and that was Fang. I have no idea what's up with him. Anyway we're both going to help you -" Nudge was interrupted by a huge explosion and a flying Fang. He coughed and shook his head shaking of dust.
"We got to move." He warned.
We all grabbed our bags that were leaning against the wall. Fang grabbed a little stick. I notice he was now wearing sunglasses. We all stuffed into the van. I was driving, Fang next to me, Iggy and Nudge right behind us and Angel and Gazzy In the very back. Behind us were two black SUV's packed with men.
"Iggy, give me some bombs." Fang demanded.
Iggy handed three bombs that I didn't know he had. Fang unbelted and opened his the door. He climbed on top of the roof. Who does he think he is? Spider-Man? Three bangs rumbled. The cars slid on the road as the dirt flew. Fang came back in.
"Dude that was sick!" Iggy said.
Fang shrugged and placed his seatbelt back on and plugged in his headphones. I heard the faint sound of This Is War by 30 Seconds To Mars.
Fang was at the wheel pulling into a motel parking lot. We rented a cheap room with two king beds and a couch. Angel and Gazzy both called a bed.
"How about Iggy and Max take the other Nudge you get the couch." Fang suggested. Longest sentence yet.
"What about you?" I asked
"Floor." He replied sitting next to the door. And he's back everyone!
Angel and Gaz flopped on the bed. I slowly crawled onto the farthest side of the bed and so did Iggy. Nudge collapsed on the couch exhausted. Fang, plugged in his ear buds and silently mouthed the words.
I drifted asleep as my heavy eyes screamed to let me close them.
But nothing is perfect, now that you're on the run now, right?
Sorry, bout the little cliffy... or am I?
I'm open for any reviews and/or PMs with any suggestions