It has been 3 days since Fang has left us. Since his departure everyone has been more quiet than usual, especially Max. It's very unlike Max to be this quiet, and it's just downright weird when Nudge is quiet. Gazzy and I have discussed creating some bomb to destroy Fang with once we find him, but according to Gazzy, she just glared at us when we mentioned it. The only one who isn't truly affected is Dylan, the newest winged boy. Something in me feels like he wanted Fang gone so he could have Max all to himself.
How do I feel now that Fang is gone? Well, I miss him to be honest. For the first time since that school in DC (God, that feels like a lifetime ago) I cried. Fang was always there for the Flock, there for me. Even though I pretended not to notice, he helped me with a lot of things, and he was second to Gazzy in who I was closest too.
Like that time we had the mini-Flock and he described the girls on the beach to me. We were just dudes for a while. That is, just dudes until the stupid Flyboys appeared.
Enough about the past and that crap.
I woke up first today. Usually Max is the first one to wake, but since this whole Fang thing she has been sleeping later. I guess she deserves it.
I walked to the kitchen, enjoying the silence. But nothing is ever truly silent to me. To make up for my lack of sight, my hearing is amazing. Kind of like a bat, I guess.
I felt the cabinets and found the white one, the one where the pans were. I grabbed the black pan. I decided to make scrambled eggs for breakfast today. Not to toot my own horn, but eggs are one of my best dishes. Although my best has to be lasagna, I doubt anyone wants that for breakfast since we are actually living inside now
I walked over to the fridge and got out the eggs. I cracked all 24 eggs into a glass bowl, and whisted them in with shredded cheddar cheese and milk. I poured the eggs into the buttered skillet, and heard them sizzle. Then I heard another sound. Footsteps. They sounded light, and there was no nauseating oder with it, but a flowery one like some fancy perfume. It was Nudge. I was surprised she was up, she usually was the last one to wake.
"Hey Nudge." I said, head turning towards her general direction.
Even though we have been together for years, it still somewhat creeped them out that I could indentify exactly who everyone was because of their scent and footsteps.
"Those eggs smell delish!" Nudge said. I think she was smiling. At least the tone of her voice sounded happy enough.
The Flock slowly woke one by one, as the smell of the eggs drifted through the house. Gazzy was next, then Dylan, Angel, and finally Max.
I carried the dish filled with eggs, and Nudge helped out carrying the toast. Max tried to chip in and be the leader and mother figure (No, I'm not being sarcastic, believe it or not) and carried over orange juice and a pot of coffee.
Some of you may be wondering where our Canine American friends are, well they are on their honeymoon at a very animal friendly resort in Malibu.
"Guys... I have an announcement," said Max, the first really leadery thing she has said since Fang left. "We are going on a little bit of a trip... I found a file on Fang's computer, it shows that some of the mutants from the institute survived. They have their own little oddball flock thing in Texas." Max explained.
"What about Total and Akila?" Angel asked. She sounded like a little girl when she said that, unlike that weird demon leader thing she was last week. If it was between Angel and Max when it came to leadership, I'd pick old Max. Not heartbroken Max, not in love Max, but determined fight to the death Max.
"I think my mom can take care of them until we get there. Akila will be kind of hard to carry.. She is much heavier than Total, and Total can fly now. But, he won't want to leave her alone." Max told Angel.
Angel must of agreed because she didn't say anything else.
During the day Gazzy and I prepared in secret the explosives we were planning on taking with us. It still surprises Max how we are able to sneak in bombs and such, it sometimes makes her mad. In the long run she and the rest of the Flock are thankful, since it usually saves the day (Or so I like to think).
"Mini bomb?" I called out to Gazzy.
"Check." He replied.
"Detonators?"
"Check."
"Lock picking kit?"
"Check."
It continued like that as I read off the list I made in my head.
That night we were ready to take flight. We all stood on the roof of the house, and one by one we leaped and began to soar.
The thrill of flying is amazing, but I kind of miss flying with Fang. Before he and Max got all cozy he would fly with me, alerting me when to dive for a huge tree or something. But it's nice having my best friend Gazzy at my side.
We flew for about 2 and a half hours, we were now in Texas. Not exactly where the mutants were, but we now were all hungry and tired.
One upside of working with the CSM, and that little celeb stint we had with Angel was that we weren't dumpster diving anymore. So, it was nice going to Sonic and ordering 10 burgers, 12 boxes of tater tots, 2 grilled cheese sandwiches and 6 XL drinks.
I had 2 a double burgers with everything on them and jalapeños for extra kick, 2 orders of cheese tots, and an extra large grape, orange, and cherry mix supreme slush. This wasn't exactly my great cooking, but it was better than some of the crap we have eaten like desert rat, lizard, and possum.
I sat at the table with the rest of the Flock – well most of the Flock. Max told Gazzy to eat by himself after he ordered chili tots, I think everyone was thankful for that call.
We decided to crash in a near by park to relive the old days on the run. To tell the truth, it was kind of soothing to lay on a branch of a tree with the sound of the night birds and crickets both chirping.
I let my wings unfold all the way, and drifted off to sleep in blackness, like it was when I woke up. The same blackness I "see" everyday of my life.