Max POV
Let me tell you, there is nothing worse than trying to fly on an extremely snowy day.
It was so cold my wings seemed to be shivering and every few minutes I had to check my nose to see if there were icicles hanging down.
The search for Fang had brought no luck yet; however, never in a million years was I going to give up. The rest of the flock was distraught, and Angel didn't seem to be herself ever since she tried to kill me that one time, but that's a different story. I was angry at Fang for leaving us, angry at Dr. Gunther-Hagen for being the main reason he left, and mostly angry at myself for letting this happen.
Nudge looked up at me, her chocolate colored eyes huge with worry. "Max, are we gonna stop and eat any time soon? I'm starving and tired, we've been flying forever. Maybe we can stop at a hotel or something along the way. Do you even know where Fang is? If you don't the search is kinda-"
A look from the rest of the flock silenced her. I was sort of worried; that was actually the first time she'd spoken in hours, and if you know Nudge, that's really odd for her.
I brushed a lone strand of blonde-streaked hair from my eyes. "All right," I said finally, "we'll stop somewhere for the night. But we have to continue our search first thing in the morning."
My flock smiled half heartedly. I knew that they were all tired, and glad to rest.
Something that Nudge had said stuck in my mind though. I really didn't know where Fang had gone. Most likely he would be moving from place to place, in which case we would have to rely on luck.
Finally we found a small motel-not exactly the most comfortable, but when you've slept on cold cage floors and in caves with hawks, a run-down motel is like a palace.
I lay down in the bed, my head clouded with worry and anxiety. We'll find you, Fang, I promised myself. And when we do, I will kill him for doing this to us.
Misty POV
It had been days since I'd escaped from that infernal science lab, yet the buzz of whirring machines still echoed in my mind. My dreams since then had been haunted with voices and what seemed like distant memories.
I'd overheard Dr. Gunther Hagen talk about six kids like me- 98% human, 2% bird. Apparently, all of us had been created by the company known as Itex. My new goal was to find these people, and warn them. They thought that Itex had been defeated. They were wrong.
Dr. Gunther-Hagen and Itex are now working together, which can't be good news. I would have tried to escape altogether, but it can't be done. New branches of Itex are popping up all over the place, and the only chance of escape we hav eis flying to Mars. Itex is spreading like a virus, all over the world.
And this time, they can't be stopped.