Disclaimer:
All characters in this story belong to James Patterson. But the plot in this story is all mine!
It's funny. When I'm in the air, my wings tilting to the wind's current, I feel so…whole. Like I'm doing what I was made to do. Like nothing could break me.
"Maaaaax!" Gazzy screeched.
My eyes fluttered open. I didn't know I was flying with them closed. I looked up in time to see Fang turning away, smirking. Rolling my eyes, I replied to the Gasman deferentially, "What?"
"I'm hungry," he grumbled.
"You're always hungry."
"This time I'm really really hungry!" Gazzy whined.
I sighed. Would I ever get a break? I mean—hello! I'm a leader of a clan of freak mutant bird kids! It takes some energy, let me tell you.
Then I saw a patch of green below us. "Hey, guys! Let's land at the park!" Then, shooting a glance at Gazzy, I added, "And we'll go find some grub." The flock whooped at this and I heard Total mutter, "Finally."
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Why keep around the sarcastic talking dog? The answer is to keep happy a mind-controlling six-year old.
I looked at Angel. She smiled at me, knowing what I was thinking.
We dipped lower, skimming the treetops. I took a deep lungful of fresh morning air.
"MAX!" I heard a cry from behind me. I turned in time to see Fang's horrified expression, his arms stretched towards me.
Then there was a loud, crunching sound that reverberated from my skull to the rest of my body. My eyes seemed to see Fourth of July sparklers and I started to scream but was enveloped into darkness.