Wonderful winged holidays!

Max's p.o.v.

Now that I think about it, life hasn't been so bad lately. I haven't gotten kidnapped or lost any of my flock members. At least, not permanently. Also we haven't done any fighting in a while.... which is nice I guess, if you aren't paranoid like me. It makes me want to hurl be so anxious and nervous. Who knows who or what they're sending to get us now? But Fang, me, and the rest of the flock are safe flying in the sky unharmed for now, so that makes me feel a little bette-

"Max, are we stopping soon? I am starving!" Nudge said, interrupting my thought.

"Yes Nudge, we'll stop someplace soon. But first let me get the others' attention."

"Okay," Nudge said, sounding the slightest bit impatient.

"Hey gang, we're gonna stop and grab something to eat, okay?"

"Let's go down there! There's a Wendy's and some cute little shops we can go in. Oh, please Max, can we go in the stores?" Angel begged and shot me those irresistible puppy dog eyes.

"Well, I don't know....."

"Oh pleeeeease, Max!" Angel chimed in, now with Nudge on her side.

I looked at Fang for help, but all he did was shrug.

"Okay, fine. We eat, go in the shops, and then back to the air. Deal?"

"DEAL! WOO-HOO!" Angel and Nudge cheered.

What could go wrong? I mean nothing could happen, right? Wrong.

Just then we heard an absolutely huge explosion and felt something like hot coal brush our wings. Problem was that Iggy and Gazzy weren't smiling or grinning or even trying to cover up their laughter with fake coughs that really sound like hyenas hacking on something. Nope, just shock. Bummer.

Great, just great. This is exactly what I need today, more explosions and pain and worryin-

"AUGH! MAX, MY WING! HELP ME!" I heard Nudge cry and tore my gaze from Iggy and Gazzy to her. She was falling right out of the sky and into the blazing pit that looked like H-E- double hockey sticks.

I swooped down and caught her just within ten feet of the massive fire. She was crying hysterically and I suddenly saw why. Her wing was red. All over her wings was a mushy bright red liquid. I think we all know what it was. But there was something else, that looked like a line. The only thing was it was glowing a neon blue. Thankfully it faded and left nothing but the-

"Nudge!" I yelled, surprised to hear my own voice

"Max, I'm going to die, aren't I?" Nudge's voice came out low, weak, and slow. Okay, now that's a big difference from normal.

"No, honey. Just hang in there. We'll help you. Fang, help me carry her!"

Fang swooped down and whispered so low only that I could hear it, and I knew why,"But where are we going? We can't just go to the emergency room and have them examine her." He had a point, but what else was I to do? Just leave her there to die? No. Think, Max, Nudge's life depends on it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you for reading my first fanfiction. Please review tell me if I need to change anything and your opinion on it. And yes, this will continue.

I would like to thank Skye Maxwell, Rootlessdream, and Wingz are me 17! All of you rock!
And in memory of Maria Smith, may she rest in peace. She is now in god's arm's.