Chapter 1-

"My heroes have always been cowboys". -Willie Nelson

"Strategy is about changing unfavorable circumstances into a favorable situation". -Nader Sabry

LazyandHeartless

Hello Readers,

Well finally deiced to re-write the first chapter for the OLD WEST. Just to make it clear, Max/other characters will be sort of a little off character. Were also not the best writers, since we kinda dyslexia. But not a serious case though(for ex. Still confuses letter, sounds, and numbers. Stuff like that.). And if you have any ?s on how they got there, the answers will eventually/probably appear throughout the story. So please bare with us people. Were trying our best. This is more of a practice to improve our writing since were (if you haven't noticed yet) not professionals.

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Lazy and Heartless

Hello Readers,

Heartless here, thank you for reading our story , Max is in the OLD WEST , Lazy and I (& AMP) are arguing about some of the chapters and other things (Lazy is younger than me by 4 years), but don't worry this will not effect the story. Now, what belongs to James Patterson, belongs to James Patterson, and you know What belongs Mr. Patterson. And, what belongs to MY SISTER and ME belongs to us. So, no stealing. Please Review. Thanks to my others sisters.

Happy Reading

HEARTLESS

Hi Peoples,

So technically Heartless summed it up for ya'll, except the idea about the "Old West" was MY idea. I typed the general idea (during vacation). Then Heartless added most of the details, and filled in some gaps I left out. If this story is boring, lame, cheesy, etc., you could just blame Heartless. But then if you really don't like the story in the beginning I promise you it's supposed to get good. Heck, 'cause most beginnings in books are either boring or confusing. Technically, we had an argument that the PREFACE is boring (snore type of boring), then I agreed with her so I tried to fix it but couldn't (the truth: I didn't feel like it), then I was like let's just leave it like that. It doesn't matter, does it? O well.

Sleep late,

Lazy

P.S. Disclaimer: You know what's not ours. And if you think we stole any ideas please tell us because we can't read all the stories so don't blame us, it was pure accident. And we'll see if we can fix it

Thank you Lilly, without you, we still be fright (Heartless spelling she really means "fighting/arguing"-lazy) about spelling and other things.

It was last night that I just turned fifteen, we were celebrating my fake birthday, since we still didn't know my real birthday. The flock wanted to fly so they could relax and stretch their wings among the cool air before bedtime. Nudge, Angel, and the Gasman were flying in the front with Fang trailing behind them, and then Iggy with me at the end.

We were near Yellowstone Lake, the area is one of the greenest, luscious forests places in North America. This area is the most beautiful place in the world on my opinion. The mountains of green, made my inner bird feel like at home. Since the dark night was filled with the brightest stars yet, with the moon gone for tonight. I glanced at my watch, and realized it was getting a little late. But then out of no where, I think tranquilizer darts came straight at us, and penetrated our necks. I felt the shock of pain run through my neck. I clamped hand to my neck, and felt some sort of a vile. I yanked it out of my body, but the biggest problem was that it was empty, which meant I was too late to retrieve it. The vial's contents knocked the flock unconscious.

One by one, the flock's wings snapped shut and began to drop limply toward the great distance away. The ground. Every inch closer we got to the ground our speed increased. My immunity to the drug was strong but, as time passed, it began to take its toll, and I slowly began to drift in and out of reality.

Then all of a sudden I made out five blurry figures in the dark sky headed straight for the flock and me. But they looked more like huge black blobs than anything else. As I fell toward the ground, I heard strong wings cut through the wind. Though their wings were not like mine, I strained my eyes to see who they belonged to, but my vision worsened even more -- blotches of black veiled the reality I saw with my eyes. Unconsciousness fell upon me, so I was unable to see the figures faces. Though I swear I saw something like glint of silver, right before I closed my eyes.

"Max, wake up! Max! ", Iggy yelled at me.

"I'm up, Iggy" I felt chilly, which was odd because the air was filled with heat.

I opened my eyes. They stung a little. I scanned my surroundings. No trees, no lush green grass, and no mountains.

"Crap," I swore under my breath. The ground was grainy yellow brown color. Sand. I frowned. The sand was hot to the touch. My frown deepened. I grimaced as a realized something. No civilization. Whoosh, the dry wind blew at my messy hair. Then there's a thump … thump … thump. And there went tumbleweed going past my eyes. Now that's something you don't see everyday.

I looked at Iggy, who was sweating like pig. I was glad, I wasn't sweating at all. "What's going on?" I asked him angrily.

"Max, I don't know either, Heck, I'm blind! That's why I woke you up, so you can tell me what's going on," he replied rudely. You could see the worry in his washed out eyes.

I looked around me, and remembered what happened last night since I didn't want to worry the younger ones; I decided to wake up Fang instead. I punched him lightly. Fang's eyes snapped wide open and quickly faded into an emotionless facade. "Fang?" No answer. Crap. I smack the back of his head. Once he brought himself to look awake. I angrily whispered to him, "I don't know what to do, or where we are. I knew we shouldn't have gone flying. And now...we're in the middle of NOWHERE!"

"Calm down Max, we'll figure everything out...some how." Fang said calmly. Urgh. Like that helps. I think Fang is still asleep. I also hate when he does that. He acts cool in front of the flock and it makes me look like the idiot. I noticed that Fang was wearing his tight black t-shirt, showing his perfect muscular torso. No, stop it, you broke up with Fang!

"Max, where are we?" asked Angel. Great now she's awake! Now Nudge and Gasman will wake up sooner or later. Strange because she was also sweating like a pig too, a little pig. "I heard that."

"Sorry, I'm not sure but we'll figure it out somehow." I hope,I added mentally. So far we're somewhere in a barren desert that has cactus and rocks every where. It's probably around noon from the look of our shadows. Hurray, the hottest time of the day.

"Wait, I got a plan!" I said louder than I thought that even Nudge and the Gasman woke up with a start. (This did a marvelous job, because I was supposed to wake them up anyway.) "Ok...um...Let's see... I'll try my super speed flying to look around for some type of civilization. When I see someone or something interesting, I'll try to come back as soon as possible. Okay?"

Nods and some "Sure" were the only response that I received from MOST of the flock, except for Fang. His "No" was the only thing that defied my power against my miniature democracy.

"What now?" I asked exasperatedly. My patience has officially thinned by then.

"I don't like it," he said it flatly.

"Nothing wrong is going to happen," I said.

"What if there are erasers?" he responded. Since when does he talk so much?

"Then I will kick their butt, of course." Since when did he turn so...stupid? I liked it better when he was quiet.

"What if you're seen?"

"Then I've achieved my plan, or I'll kick their butt too."

"What if you get lost?"

"Name the last time I got lost." There was a long time of silence. "That's what I thought too."

"What if-"

"Okay?" I had to cut him off. This argument was heading no where. I was sure I was going to win anyway.

"You can't go by yourself."

"You're so hypocrite. Since when did you care if we stick together?, I continued, knowing I couldn't stop. "Separating the flock like that before just because you wanted to save the world with the internet. So no more of, 'No Max you can't go by yourself, we have to stay together at all costs. Fang, I 'm piss and I had enough of your shit, Fang. And were no longer together, Fang, so, get over it."

He was finally speechless, but I saw the hurt in his eyes. Sigh, I thinking, I'm going to regret saying that. But not right now, I said that Fang and Iggy were in charge, and that they could come looking for me, if I don't come back by nightfall. Then I got ready for lift off.

I decided to go west. When the flock was out of view, I began accelerate my speed. Things started to get a little blurry, and I started to feel cold, again. Weird. In two or three minutes, I spotted two dots so I slowed down rapidly. I pulled my wings in and landed in a good spot far enough so they couldn't see me. As I walked closer, I concluded that one of them was to be a grown man, and the other I couldn't tell what it was. Then as I walked even closer, I began to realize it was not a friendly social gathering, but a sort of violent encounter of a man vs. beast, yes that's what it looked like. Awkward.

As I walked even closer, I saw that the beast looked sort of human except that its body had hump for a back and one arm was large and had claws on it. One of its legs were bloated and deformed. Gross. It looked like a monster possessed this man. It didn't even look like an eraser. And trust me those things are pretty ugly.I stalked them at a healthy distance away. My breaths quicken, my stomach felt like it was being ripped out, and my head seemed to feel heavier. Just when I was clearly about to be within their sight, I stopped, and tried to figure out what the heck was going on.

About 3 minutes after I watched it seemed to be ended by the man. He wore a long, baggy robe. The man took out a cross and spoke in clear and crisp foreign language. Hmm..sounds Latin or Italian remember, I did went to Europe Out of nowhere the ground opens up and swallows up the deformed possessed human. I began to feel nauseous, and my legs felt like jelly. The man in the robe began to mumble some inaudible words. I realized that he just started to depart. My instincts told me to call after him. I ran after him, staggered, tripped over my right foot, and landed straight on my face. I got up on my knees, and felt embarrassed, so I tried to ask for help but since my throat was dry it sounded like a frog croaking.

The man turned around to see where the sound came from, and his gaze landed on me of course. He ran toward me, when he realized that I couldn't walk on my own, and picked me up. That's when I saw his face. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, with dark brown eyes and dark hair, and his body was well built. He picked me up with no difficulty. Yum. I think I hit the jackpot by finding him. I was exhausted, and I nearly fell asleep in his comfortable arms. But I had to make a quick decision, or I would have gotten no where. NO matter how crazy it may have been.

See I had my flock in the middle of a desert with no water, food, or shelter. There I was, fixing to pass out in a stranger's hand. He didn't look like a white coat. I've never met a hot one so that definitely means that he isn't one. Plus, if the flock were to go look for me, who might they encounter?

"Please help my Flock," my voice was barely a whisper, "go east and you will find them there." I forgot about my wings, and began to worry that he spotted them. But within a couple of seconds my eyes began to flutter, and I fell unconscious.

There so, please read Chapter 2 and go on to the next one and the next one and etc... Until it's done, We promise that all your questions will be answer (in future chapters).

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