Thanks spoonsaredangerous for the review! I honestly didn't think I'd get any...
Sorry for the OOC-ness, that will change in this chapter. Oh and Forgot to say that Iggy is NOT blind.
"Angel? Gazzy?" I undid my seatbelt and looked behind me. 2 small heads popped up.
"Hiya Max," Gazzy said sheepishly, as If I was going to yell at him.
Well I am.
"You guys aren't suppose to be here!" I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. It's not that I have anger problems- I am just hot headed.
Okay yeah, I have anger problems.
How was I suppose to take care of them when I'm running for my freedom? Iggy was already like a child. Sure, he can drive but he has the mind of a 9 year old. Gazzy's perfect friend.
"We climbed in the truck when you were going to Iggy's. We're sorry, we just wanted to come," Angel had fake tears in her eyes. I felt bad for yelling until my brain actually started to work again.
"Don't pull that act with me," I said grabbing her hand. "But now how am I suppose to bring you home? I doubt sending you in a bottle would work."
"Can't we come with you? We have helped you out before," Gazzy said hopefully. I sighed heavily.
"Fine, but what did you say to Mom?"
"We told Dr. M we were with you and she said she was going to tell the cops that we were at a friend's house to get away from the crime scene." I have a smart mom.
"Sounds good to me," Iggy shrugged and shoved a hand in his coat pocket. His eyes widened as he looked with his eyes.
"No money?" I said through clenched teeth. I was starving.
"Yep," he said popping the 'p'.
"We are going to have to steal then," Iggy's face went hard while Angel and Gazzy smiled. They were used to it unlike Iggy.
Angel and Gazzy climbed out of the truck, their long brown hair whooshing behind them. We agreed they would get the stuff since they aren't the fugitives.
We waited for about 15 minutes until finally another car pulled into the station. I held a finger to my lips and slowly climbed out of the truck. I made my way over to the other car hoping they wouldn't recognize me.
Easy breaths Max, act normal
"Excuse me?" I knocked on the window and the lady rolled it down. "How many litres of gas do you- Nudge?" Well, there goes my cover.
"Max!" Before I knew it, I was tackled to the ground by a brown blob with black hair. "Everyone's looking for you back home! And Iggy! Where is he? Oh god, mom called us and she was scared that Iggy was with you. Did you really kill him Max? I doubt you did but everyone except your family and mine thinks you did! Well, maybe except Lissa. God I hate her, her and her annoying talking. She even tries to flirt with Iggy! Her adoptive brother! I mean EW much? You're probably wondering what why we are here, it's because we heard what happened when we were halfway to the airport so we came rushing home-"a pale hand silenced her. I wished Iggy did that after her first sentence.
"Umm Max?"
"I can't breathe!" I rolled her off me and took a gulp of air. Nudge was really light but was strong and knows how to pin a girl down. "No more 'hugs' from you." I turned to her aunt.
She was a nice person and looked a lot like Nudge. Why she didn't take Nudge in when her parents died was a mystery to me.
"I'm guessing you need a new ride?" Nudge pointed out. She knew me so much.
There goes my cover again.
"Yeah I was planning on stealing your car." The keys were tossed to me and I caught them with my fast reflexes.
"Take it, I'll take your car home," her aunt smiled at me and took the keys from Iggy.
"Thanks Aunty!" Nudge hugged her and me. Just then Angel and Gazzy came out with a bunch of food. The cashier came out too but he was yelling. Nudge's Aunt ran to my truck and quickly drove away. Without Nudge.
"I guess you're stuck with me!" I yelled to Nudge opening the car's doors. Everyone filed in except me.
The cashier and a security guard came up to me. It looked like they were the only people here.
The security guard was the first to reach me. "Don't move!" He yelled whipping out his gun. How cliché.
"And if I do?"
"I will put a bullet in your leg," he threatened, hazel eyes piercing. By the time he said that sentence I already learned everything I could about him. Around the 26-27 range, he wasn't a security guard- just a mall cop on break (he had a badge that said he worked at some mall near here), he had hazel eyes, dark brown hair, kinda handsome, and muscular. Although he looked pretty clumsy and weak; I could take him.
Lightning fast I grabbed his wrist that held the gun and turned my back facing him. I hand his whole arm under my arm so I took my other arm and jabbed my elbow into his stomach. He wheezed and dropped to the ground and so did the gun. I went to grab it but the cashier was surprisingly fast. He had it aimed at my temple in a matter of seconds.
He, unlike the mall cop, was fast and light on his feet. He looked really strong despite being really skinny. Add his dark appearance –long shaggy black hair and really dark eyes- and what do you get? Truck full of crap for Max. Damn.
"Walk," he ordered me in the direction of the gas station. I told Iggy and the rest to stay put.
The tiny bell rang as I entered the store like the obedient person I am.
Pssh, hell no.
I whirled on him and smacked the gun away from his hands. He countered with a punch to the gut. I gotta say that it hurt but I didn't let in show. I threw a punch at his head but he dodged and found the opportunity to go for a jab to the gut again. I moved body out of the way going for a swipe with my leg. Which he jumped over.
The fight was useless, we knew exactly when to block or dodge. I felt like I was fighting myself. I was really frustrated.
We both knew it was a fight of endurance, who could stand the longest. At the same time we both went into defence mode.
I sized him up again. This time I realized he was pretty hot, skilled and tall. He was at least 6'1 and a year older while I was barely 6 feet. I have always been mad about my height since I went from being an inch taller than Iggy to be 3-4 inches shorter. Life sucks.
"Name?" he asked.
"Noneofyourbusiness, has a nice ring to it don't ya think?" I bit back sarcastically. Behind the boy, Iggy was making hurry up motions with his hands.
The boy found the perfect opportunity to tackle me like Nudge did. He was heavier than her but really light as well.
"I won," he said whipping out his cell phone while I struggled. He had my arms pinned under his knee.
"Wait!" I found the very unlike Max part of me saying. "Please don't!"
"What? So you can kill more people?" he said outraged. I would've have cried if I wasn't so angry.
Remember when I say anger problems? Well they come at the best times.
I flipped us over so I was on top. (I know that sounds wrong...get your mind out of the gutter)I grabbed his phone and broke it.
"Ooops," I said chucking the pieces behind me. "So you afraid I'm going to kill you? In cold blood." I spat at him.
He remained calm. Stupid bastard.
"I didn't do it, you have to believe me. The only reason why I had my fingerprints on the knife was because I used it to cut the ham for that night's dinner," me. Max. Was begging. I just wanted him to believe me. For some reason, I need him to.
He looked deep in thought. Our gazes met and I got lost in his dark eyes until finally he said something. "I believe you. If you really are a murderer, you wouldn't have 1, 2, 3...5 people protecting you. Or beating up my brother." I got off him and rushed outside.
"Stop!" My voice was powerful and they stopped immediately. "Let him go, his bro doesn't think I'm a murderer."
"You guys look to much like yourselves," the boy said. "If my idiot of an older brother can recognize you –the world can." That must have been the longest sentence he's ever said.
"I have it covered," Angel skipped to the car and grabbed a bag full of stuff. She handed me it and I looked inside.
"They sell hair colouring stuff here."
"Well we sell which usually means the person pays for it with money," the cashier grumbled. I whacked him upside the side. Like we were buddies. Long time friends. Not like we had just met each other.
I had already felt like I would jump in front of a train for him. I don't even know his name!
"We need water to rinse our hair," Iggy claimed. We all looked at the boy.
He lifted one of his eyebrows (I wish I could do that...) as if he was asking 'why are you looking at me?'
"You obviously shower. Sleep in a bed. So you must have a house right?" I asked.
"We live in an apartment," the mall cop answered slowly getting up. I could tell his stomach was hurting.
"Lead us to it," I was about to get in the car until the boy shook his head.
"Your car only fits 5," he said, "Sam here will drive your car. You come with me in mine."
Angel and I were lead around back. A sleek black sports car was parked, the sun shone on it making it look brand new.
Nudge would practically be drooling over it. She loves cars.
I sat in the passenger seat while Angel took the back. The ride was silent but a comfortable silence. Half a part in my body was screaming to knock the boy out and still his ride but the other part of me was saying to trust him.
"I never did get your name," I said.
"Fang."
"A tooth?" he growled so I held my hands up in surrender. "Okay Fang it is."
"I'm Max and this is Angel," I introduced myself and Angel. He just nodded. "The others are Iggy, Gazzy, and Nudge."
"And you thought my name was weird."
"Well, Angel is short for Angela, Max is sadly short for Maxine although my dad called me Maximum, Gazzy is short for Gasman since he has more gas than your station, and Iggy's real name is James and Nudge's real name is Monique," I said in one breath. How Nudge does it surprises me, I feel like passing out.
We all met up in front on Fang's apartment door. Angel and Gazzy instantly went beside each other, they hate being away from each other. Sam looked funny while he saw Gazzy and Angel grabbed my hands. I smiled down at them and Sam looked even weirder. What's his problem?
Fang opened the door to their apartment. Fang lived with his older brother Sam. I figured that Fang was 18 and Sam was 26. I have amazing guessing skills.
I was amazed at the cleanliness of their apartment. For 2 boys, it was really clean. We all sat in the living room. Iggy, Sam and Nudge on the black leather couch; Angel, Gazzy and I on the loveseat and Fang was leaning against the light greyish blue walls.
"I have to go back to work, see ya later," Sam left in a rush. Well that's great.
Angel cringed at the slam of the door before grabbing all the boxes of hair dye. She threw them to everyone. She knew all about hiding and staying away from the police.
In the end, we decided Angel, Gazzy, Iggy and I are a family even though I'm the odd when out with brown eyes. Nudge is now Fang's adoptive sister. Yes Fang as joined us. Yes I'm stupid enough to trust him. But yes, I'm keeping an eye on him.
"Okay names."
"Wha?" Iggy asked looking up from the TV.
"Do I have to repeat myself?"
"I'll be Ariel." Angel.
"Jeff," Iggy said just copying the name off the TV show he was watching.
"Can I be Tiffany Krystal?"Why can't she just be Tiffany?
"Captain Terror!"
"Gazzy, we are not naming you that."
"Fine, Zephyrus." Grrr good enough,
"Fang, how about you?" I asked him.
"Fang." He said taking a step out of the shadows.
"Yes, I know that's your name. How about a fake one?"
"Fang," he repeated in a bored tone.
"No sane person would ever take you seriously if we named you that," I told him.
"Maximum Ride?" He mocked.
"Touché." Yes I named myself that. Don't judge my name; if ya do I will kick your butt so hard your grandchildren will feel it.
I couldn't keep my eyes on them. They looked so different. Angel with pale blonde curls down to her shoulders, Gazzy pale blonde hair spiked at the front, Iggy with strawberry blonde hair spiked as well, and Nudge with light brown frizzy hair (which I didn't even think was possible, her black hair was just so straight and frizz-free). Fang was still the same, but nobody would suspect him. Even me, strawberry blonde hair.
I looked around the apartment; we would have to leave soon. I hate the thought though. They looked so happy- Angel and Nudge curled up on the floor watching some show, Gazzy and Iggy hunched over something- wait!
"Iggy! Gazzy!" They had a knack for making BOMBS. You'd think they would have a normal hobby like collecting rocks or something. I have no clue where they learned how to build one but I do know they can use anything for one.
Like my Mickey Mouse alarm clock for example.
"Guys!" Fang came running from the window. "Cops!"
I was up in a second. I ran to the door and opened it a smidge.
A bunch of them were running down the very long hallway having just come out of the elevator. I closed the door and ran to the balcony. The rest ran after me knowing my plan in a flash. The fire escape was an obvious choice but I wanted to trick them a little more.
I grabbed Angel first and judged the distance. Psssssh easy. I picked her up and threw her to the balcony beside me. She was over easily and flashed thumbs up.
I did the same thing with Gazzy and Fang threw Nudge. I was the last to jump. I readied myself on the railing preparing to jump.
The door to the apartment opened and I could hear yelling.
"Freeze!" I turned around fast, forgetting I was on a railing. I tried to keep my balance but my shoes lost grip and I fell, my arms wailing around and trying to grab something.
The pavement got closer and closer.
G'Night!
