Hey people! This is the second chapter of my story and sorry if it's not the greatest I kind of rushed this. Don't be suprised if there are spelling mistakes. Nobody's perfect. -PartyLikeAMutant.
Time seemed to slow down as I waited for the impact of leaves, vines and branches to hit my back. I saw Dylan tuck in his wings and I felt his arm tense. I knew we were going to crash soon. But sooner than I thought. I was going to ask Dylan how much further, but when I opened my mouth I got a mouthfull of leaves.
Branches ripped into my back. One big branch hit Dylan just right and knocked him off me. It was stupid but I was panicing and wanted to stop the pain from each branch violently slashing my back, so I opened my wings. Biggest mistake ever. I instantly heard a snap and pain rushed through my wings. I knew right then they were broken.
The next couple of seconds went by in a blur. Pain rushed through my whole body, then I felt nothing and the world slowly got darker around me. It took every ounce of my strength to not die right then and there. But I just kept thinking about Max and how she needed me.
When I finally came to my senses, I couldn't feel a thing. My vision was blurry and I felt sick. I rolled over on to my back and looked up at the tree tops. You could clearly see where we fell in, the moonlight acted like a spotlight shining in through the hole while the rest of the forest stayed dark.
I decided to be brave and look at my arm, they were torn to shreds and blood was gushing out of the wounds. I knew I wasn't going to last the whole night out here if I didn't do something. A thought popped into my mind, if my arms were this bad, imagine what my whole body looks like. I decided it was time to get up and search for help.
It took me 5 minutes to get to my feet. It was hard because I couldn't tuck my wings back in. They unbalanced me because they were basically just 20 pound weights holding me down now.
I took my first step but it must have been a little to big because I felt immediate dizziness. I stummbled a back little, trying my best to keep balance. But, I froze when I heard rustling coming from the forest behind me. I got into my battle position, but this time when I moved my arms it hurt like hell. The rustling got louder and louder, whatever it was that was moving is hiding right outside the moonlight. I saw something move into the moonlight.
A Grin, Dylan's grin. He slowly drifted into the light where I could see him. His body completely untouched by the branches or anything else that could have hit him. He stared at me and started to laugh hysterically. Then his expression became cold again and he started to talk. His voice didn t sound like him, it was deep and demonic.
"So, you figured out my mission?"
"What mission?" I asked in the bravest voice I could get out of myself.
"Oh, I see now. You were just going to kill me out of anger. Haha! Little Fang has some anger issues doesnt he?" He said amusingly.
"What was the mission Dylan?" I yelled at him this time, and it hurt. Talking was starting to hurt and my whole body was starting to feel the pain from before.
"Hmm, should tell you?" He teased
"Yes!" I exclaimed, flinching because of the sudden pain the vibrations caused.
"Okay. I'll tell you since your going to be dead by the end of the night anyway," He said snickering. "My mission is to kill Maximum Ride." I clenched my fists. "But I couldn't do it without building a relationship with her, as you could she doesn t do well with strangers. I was designed for her, I have all the features that she wants in a guy."
That can't be...could it? "Unfortunately there was a set back that had to be taken care of. You. As long as you still live she'll stay protected and wont get near enough to me for me to kill her. But with you gone, she will come to me for comfort. And that's when I will make my move."
Right now was full of anger and pain. I didn t want him to hurt her. I came to the conclusion of what I was going to have to do. I'm going to have to kill Dylan with my ripped up body.
"You're going to die!" I yell full force and charged. He simply just dodged my pathetic attempted to kill him and went behind me. My legs flared up with pain and I was out of breath already.
I was weak. I felt as if someone had punched me. My heart was pounding so hard yo ucould hear it from a mile away. I turned around and stared directly into his eyes. I wanted him dead so badly. He just stood there staring at my chest snickering.
"What are you looking at? You like what you see?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes actually," Dylan said in an evil voice.
He pointed at my chest and looked. There was a knife sticking right through me. I looked at him with pure hatred. I looked back up to him as I pulled out the knife. I tried to not to show any pain in my eyes but when the knife finally came out blood began gushing everywhere and I raised my hand to throw it at him but my hand dropped numbly beside me.
I dropped to my knees as they buckled then started to tasted blood in my mouth. I looked up and stared at Dylan. Then with a burning hatred I said I'll see you in hell, or Burn in hell, I can't remember which. Then I felt as if I was going to throw up, and boy was I right. A gush of blood came up my throat and I spit it out and my face collapsed to the ground.
I stared at the ground hearing voices in my head as my whole life flashed right before my eyes. I heard a loud boom. Is this what people hear when they're about to die? I thought to myself. Then I heard Max's voice crying my name, which seemed to echo in my mind forever until I saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing, and tasted nothing.
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