A/N: Alright then, as an apology, I took the time to write and post the second chapter down too. :) So you can put your weapons down now.
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Now, I give you, CHAPTER- no wait! Forgot. Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. And neither do you or anyone else who isn't James Patterson. Get it? Got it? Good.
CHAPTER TWO!
Fang POV
After that little shock, Dylan and I wasted no time to get to the Fizaht Hill. It was a couple hundred miles away, which would mean we'd only have around one hour by the time we'd reach there. Not much.
Dylan and I didn't talk throughout the entire flight. I noticed he had his jaw set tight, and eyes full of determination. This led me to think about what was going on between him and Max; were they seriously planning to go to Germany and have babies?
I mean, come on, they were freaking 16!
How could Max have let Dylan take over her when just a few months ago, she completely loathed him? Then again, Angel was right- I'd made my decision and had no control over Max's.
Sometimes, I wonder whether I should get back to the Flock or not. They're family; I spent my entire life with them- all the ups and downs. Well, mostly downs since we've been on the run since forever. But that isn't the point.
It isn't so easy on my own when no one in my group can fly, even with Maya by my side. I miss Max a lot. I don't know what happened between us and I don't like it, not one bit. But like always, I shrugged those thoughts away, the safety of the Flock coming first.
Finally, after an agonizingly long time, we reached the hills. Angling downwards, we almost landed on the uneven earth below us. Yes, almost landed.
Just as we were about to touch ground, BAM! Something threw us off to the opposite direction; it felt like being hit by a ton of bricks. We landed in a heap against the grassy surface. A few feet away, I could hear groans coming out of Dylan (guys, get your mind out the gutter!).
With much struggle, I propped up into a sitting position and took a deep breath. I could feel a sharp pang on the side of my stomach, but I'd been through enough fights to learn to ignore such things.
I glanced at Dylan and saw him using his saliva to heal a cut on his arm. Gross, but convenient.
The stimulating sun had already begun to break through the sky, sending light orange streaks amongst the clouds.
Quickly, I scuffled to my feet and looked all around. Nothing. As in, nothing at all; the area was completely deserted save the occasional patch of plants or trees.
I turned my gaze to where we had repelled away from, and still- there was nothing in sight that could have possibly sent us off guard. Dylan stumbled to a stand and did a double-check, wearing the same bewildered expression as me. "What the… What the hell just happened?"
"You tell me," I mumbled under my breath and walked towards where we were supposed to have landed in peace. But just when I was about to 'cross the line', I was caromed backwards again, only just catching my balance. "Mother of…"
Cautiously, I stretched my hand out, but had my fingers zapped away as soon as I touched… the air? No, no that, this was- "A force-field. Dylan, I think there's a force-field here."
"A what?" He didn't even wait for an answer as he charged himself against the shield and was pushed back. Even from here I could see his face grow red with frustration. I, on the other hand, was panicking internally, but held my usual calm and impassive demeanor outwardly. Where was Max? Were we in the wrong place? Could it already be too late? What-
"Vell, vell. I see you huv come heer after all."
That voice, one I despised so much. I could recognize it anywhere. Breaking out of my reverie, I looked far out and spotted three figures near the edge of the cliff. Well, one of them was kneeling down. I could faintly make out that the other two belonged to males; one obviously being the aforementioned person who I'd love to sock in the gut right about now. Ter Brocht.
How did they even get here? I swear there wasn't anybody there just a few seconds ago. So many questions started bombarding my mind, but I tried to keep them aside for later. If Max were in my place, I bet she'd have sent a snarky remark their way, but being me, I decided to cut to the chase.
Opening my mouth to say something, I was interrupted by Dylan. "NO!" With a roar, he ran at the force-field with a wild look in his eyes; he looked about ready to rip someone's guts out. Every time he hit it, a tiny spark would form at his touch, and send him sprawling back. But he wouldn't stop- he reminded me of a raged bull high on coffee. Wait, what?
Keeping one eye out for the mystery trio, whose faces I still couldn't identify, I moved to Dylan –who was yelling out all sorts of profanities- and hauled him back, trying to stop him from causing more damage.
But by God, was he strong as he tried but failed to squirm free of my grasp. Almost as bad as a pissed-off Max. Almost, but not quite.
"Let go! You idiot, I said let go of me!" Then, looking past me, Dylan shouted, "You traitor! How dare you! I'll kill you, you bloody bastard!" Back at me, he continued screaming and punching, "Argh, god dammit Fang, LET ME GO! What, are you blind? THEY'VE GOT HER! LOOK!"
With that last part, I loosened my grip on his arms and he bounded ahead of me. Turning my full attention to the two men who were coming closer, they dragged the third body after them, whose hands seemed to be chained to theirs. Now, I could tell who the second man was- someone who I hadn't been expecting in the least bit. Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen, standing there in all his evil glory with an amused look on his face.
And observing closely, I realized with a chill in my heart, that the third person –whose light, tangled hair was smeared in mud, face and arms covered in several cuts and bruises, gagged and skin a terrible pallor- was none other than Max.
Dun Dun Duuuuuuun.
Got you a little cliffy there, eh? Ha, blame the evil genes. I was originally planning to keep this much longer, but decided to divide it into different chapters. This would mean there'll be four chapters for 'Blurry.'
To be honest, I have no idea why I named it that; pretty ridiculous really, but I was listening to the song by 'Puddle of Mudd' while writing it down, and bamboozle! Blurry it is. :P Or maybe it's just because everything is so confusing for Max and Fang… You'll see later on.
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-Dreamer.