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Soooo chapter two... Yeah i know i need to stop talking now.

Chapter 2

Max POV

…...I was supposed to kill the director of Itex.

Okay. I have killed a lot of people. But, seriously. They expect me, to kill the director of Itex. I seriously can't be the best they've got... Can I?

I mean, they did go to A LOT of effort to get me. But still. I am nothing compared to Tanner or Lawrence... Right? I have had more kills then them. Had harder targets, faster opponents, stronger... people (I ran outta describing words words...). But still!

Maybe it's just because I have the most to gain by her death. I was promised that if I won The Corporation won the war, destroyed all Itex branches, terminated all "failed" experiments, and the director was killed, I would be free to do as I merry well please. Three of those things I have completed. I won The Corporation the war, "terminated" experiments they had dealt unworthy, destroyed all Itex branches and employees... apart from the director herself. But I always assumed that the director would be killed by someone more... more... experienced? I dunno.

They expect me to take her life. But it could take months to find her trail. And then there would be so many obstacles in my path. It's going to be along,hard year for me. And all without Ig's home cooking or mom's chocolate-chip cookies... DAM!

Fang POV

It was starting to get dark when we flew over the The border of Utah. Keeping up a steady pace. Where were we going? You ask. To tell you the truth I don't actually know... yet. Don't worry, don't worry, I have a plan... Fine. I don't. Happy! But as Ma.. She always used to say "there is always a plan." And such there will be... eventually.

"Yo, man. Where we going?" Asked Iggy. Jeez, perfect timing Ig...

"You know where we should go?" Nudge began. Here we go again! "Dr Martinez's house! Oooo, Ella will be home, cause it's Saturday! I think. Unless she has soccer today, but probably not, cause it's, like, late. Oh! And we can see Angel and Gazzy! We haven't seen them in ages! I wonder how they are. Last time we saw them it was when we left them there. When was that? Eight months ago? I dunno! But it would be sooooo cool! And, doctor Martinez could bake her cookies! Mmmm, I love her cookies! I especially love the way the chocolate melts in your mouth! And the crumbliness! And... And... And EVERYTHING!"

Too...Many...Exclamation...Marks...Chocking...On...Over excitedness.(A/N I know that isn't a word. And just so you know, crumbliness is an actual word. I looked it up.)

Nudge flew up beside me and looked into my face with pleading eyes. Uh oh. No. NO. Please not the... BAMBI EYES! "Please, Fang. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. Plllllllllllleeeeeeeeeaaase!"

"Alright Nudge! If it will shut you up." Sometimes I have to remind myself she's fourteen, and not a three-year-old...

"Yay!" She punched the air with her fist and did a sought of in-air, victory dance... thing. Bacon, I am soooo lame at this writing thing compared to Max...

An hour, twenty minuets later we were flying over the border to Arizona. To say I don't like Arizona would be a lie. I hate it. All of it. Every bit of air space she flew in. Every patch of earth she trod on.

I hate this state almost as much as Colorado (shudder). She spent four years in Colorado. With the myself, the flock, and Jeb... Speaking of Jeb, I haven't seen him in like two years. Not that I care what the hell happens to that lying basted. He wasn't even sad when she disappeared, and he's supposed to be her father. Not that he was very good at it, but... Getting off track here.

The point is, I hate it. It reminds me to much of her. Her soft, blonde-yet-kinda-brownish hair. Her big, beautiful, brown eyes, covered by long, dark lashes. Her amazing smile, which always made my world spin... My heart aches.

I don't care how non-manly this sounds, but, I miss her. I broke when she disappeared. I didn't do anything. I just sat in the same spot by the fire and watched night turn to day. Day turn into night. I didn't say one word for nearly two months. I didn't eat much, only when forced by Angels mind-control. I drunk only when my lips became to dry and cracked for me to remain still. I refused to except the truth that she was gone.

But I had to eventually, I had to do the things she would've wanted in a situation like this. So, I pulled myself together, became flock leader, and took on the job of getting her back. And that's what we've done for the last three years. Basically, to give you an over view, we've been lost, heartbroken bird kids and flying all over the world in search of a girl who may, or may not, be… dead.

It sounds horrible, but that's the way it is. She could be dead, and we wouldn't know. In fact, for all I know, she could be playing the lead in the broad way production of Annie, at this very moment.

"Fang," Iggy said, bringing me from my swelling thoughts. "If we don't go down now, we're going to miss the house."

I looked down, he was right. What the hell. "How the hell did you know that? Your blind. Right?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I'm just that good!" He flashed me a brilliantly white smile. Oh my bacon, when did his teeth get so bright, it's not as if we get a lot of time to brush our teeth and I have never been to a dentist in my life, and neither has he, for that matter.

I angled steeply toward the earth, keeping a speed of easily two-fifty, too keep the other two within my periphery vision. We landed on the out skirts of woods, just where the trees had begun to thin. And walked the five-hundred meters to the flat, all grass area, on which the Martinez household had been built. It stood tall and slightly faded against the back drop of trees. Just the way I remembered it from the first time.

I marched round to the front door, up the porch steps, and knocked on the friendly, big, green, door. And then... We waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.

Freaking hell, what taking so long! Come on, they have to be home, it's, like, I checked my watch, eleven at night, and I know Ella isn't allowed out that late, and Gaz and Ange certainly won't be.

So, where are they?

I knocked again. And again. Then started to forcefully bang on the door.

"Fang, if you bang so hard the door is gunna..." Nudge didn't get to finish her sentence, as I had managed to knock the door off one of it's it's hinges, making it rest at a diagonal inwardly. "Break." She finished lamely as the door hung limply of only one gold, spiral hinge.

"Did Fang just break their door?" Ig asked, probably already knowing the answer.

"Yup." Nudge popped her "p" just because she knows it annoys the crap outta me. I scalded at her. I had just bashed a door in and now had door splints stuck in my palm and blood was pouring freely down to my elbow, I bet I look like super emo right now. Oh, and by the way, I AM NOT EMO! Okay!

"Lol." Iggy said in reply.

I turned to him. I raised my eyebrows sceptically, even though he couldn't see. "Lol? Did you just say 'lol'?"

"Yeah. Why? Think I ain't manly enough to say it."

"No, I just think you were to lame to actually 'laugh out loud'." He scowled, and I smirked in victory.

"Okay, guy's. I think it's time to get back to the problem at hand." Nudge's voice wobbled slightly, her attempt to sound like M... her, was an epic fail.

"Fang?" She swiped her hand up and down in front of my vision.

"mmm?" I questioned, meaning what now Nudge. That's right, I am just so awesome I don't even need to say words to get my point across!

"We going inside?..."

"Oh, yeah." I straightened my posture, and pushed through the broken door. The first thing I notice as I walk into the deserted hallway is that the fancy hall light is smashed on the ground, colored glass spiraled from the entryway through the small hall into the open space of the lounge room and on the lower steps of the stairs.

"Uh oh." Iggy said, hearing Nudges quickened breaths. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Any more." I answer.

We continue through the house, passing through the living room which looks untouched in perfect order, into the kitchen. I take the lead in front of Nudge, and through the arch witch christens the entry way to the usually pristine kitchen. We are greeted with the sight of Magnolia lying dead in the middle of the kitchen floor.

Nudge gasps as she enters. She turns her back on the scene and walks from the room. Truthfully, I'd like to follow. The decaying dog was surrounded by a pool of it's own dried blood. It was well decomposed, probably been sitting there for about four months. The smell, offing of that thing was horrible. A mixture of Gazzy's farts, and Ig's socks. And that's BAD!

"What the hell is that smell!" Iggy exclaimed.

"Dead dog." I replied, chocking slightly as I walked further into the room and bending to kneel next to the dog.

"Magnolia? Oh bacon, how?"

I examined the dog before replying. "Gun shot to the head."

Ooooo!

Fly on, L.

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Fly on, L :)