Max's POV.
"Ugh" I groaned as I woke up and opened my eyes.
Where am I?
Where's the flock?
My memory came back to me and I started to panic and tried to get up but I just lay back down again and curled up.
It all hurt so badly everything especially my head.
I laid there for I don't know how long it could have been minutes, hours, of days.
When I realized that I could open my eyes and sort of move I sat up and looked around I was in a concrete room with unbreakable walls –even for me!—it looked like a bomb could MAYBE, break through if it was powerful enough.
It was so gray and gloomy, and I was getting really nervous.
Was the flock safe?
Were they coming?
These questions kept repeating over and over until I finally drifted to sleep.
I woke to the sound of footsteps on the concrete floor -Jeb-
"What the freak are you doing here Batcheldar?" I spat out
"Well maximum I am here to tell you that you are here because we are going to inflict a painful and horrible death to you. We have realized that you aren't strong enough for our mission and you will die here in this room because when I leave no one will come back and give you food, drink, or anything else." He said sounding regretful. Well that was news to me.
"Not good enough?" I practically screamed "how the h am I not good enough after years of being told that I was the best? How could you do this to me Jeb? I thought you were my idol once. But I guess that was one of the many freaking mistakes I've made in my short, hard, and pathetic life. Truth of the matter is that you are and a-hole and that will never change!!"
He looked taken aback at my speech. Well I wanted this to haunt him for the rest of his life. The only thing that would cheer me up was seeing Jeb lying face down one the floor, unconscious.
This was all so overwhelming that I fainted right there and woke up to nothing later on. How Much later? How the h am I supposed to know there's no way to indicate time her in this prison cell.
I knew only that I was starving, thirsty, and cold.
And I was pretty sure the flock wasn't coming because it would be too dangerous.
I actually knew they would attempt to but I hoped they didn't or they'd end up like me….
With that I fell asleep.
Fangs POV.
It has been five days and Iggy and Gazzy's bombs are almost done. We will make our move tomorrow on the sixth day.
I was only hoping that Max still had hope for the younger kids because a part of me knew that there was nothing we could do about it this time.
-Max- there was so much I had to tell her, I loved her and I had shown it times with the kisses, but she was so scared I knew I was making it worse but it was so hard to resist. I loved her and I hope I get to tell her at least that.
Angels POV.
Poor Max.
We are almost ready though, but I know that Fang doesn't think that she's alive but I still have that last amount of hope that I'm holding onto.
Max can survive anything because she is the best. I love her so much.
I don't know what the flock would do without her.
Max, here we come I promise we'll save you.