Dark Ride
Chapter 2: Max's perspective
We left Paris, with everyone mourning over Angel. She was only seven! She was too young to go. Anyway, we were on our way to New York and felt that the doomsday organization was going to plan another attack. That's the least of my problems. With Dylan being a new flock member, things are just stirring up inside of me. I don't think anybody is supposed to handle this much weight on their shoulders. Dylan suddenly put his hand on my shoulder and said, "It'll be ok, Max.", as if he could read my own mind! That made me feel even worse! We landed at least a couple of hours late. I then realized we weren't in Manhattan! We were in Albuquerque, New Mexico! I stomped toward the cockpit and cussed out the pilot, but when I turned him around to punch him, he was dead already! He looked drained, pale, and stone dry. Who could have done this? I then saw three bite marks on his neck. It wasn't a vampire. Vampires have two bite marks. This had three. Something was on the plane! We had to get out! I ran back to the cabin and punched a hole in the window. I told everyone what I saw and told them to get out right away! We flew off over the dry neighborhoods and over the river. We reached downtown and headed for the mountains. We had to hide though, so we landed on a building, and hid or wings. We went down from a flight of stairs and into an elevator. As soon as we got out of the building, a guy, who looked my age, with a bald albino-looking man and a freckled girl. The boy then asked, "What the hell was that? The wings, and the flying! Is that how people were in the past? With wings?"
I had a lot of explaining to do….