A/N: Start sending in the plot ideas! I'm ready!
Rain
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Chapter 2:
White
"Fang!" I yelled, not even looking back. "Get the others!"
"Got it!"
I waited for about two more seconds, but then backed into the door of the boy's room.
"Atendance!" I yelled.
"Here!" I heard Nudge.
"Here!" Echoed Angel.
"Same!" Gazzy was just out of the shower.
"Here." Fang.
"Cheeseburger!" Iggy announced.
A forth, and a fifth bullet made dusty holes in the walls. I watched as more troops of burly Erasers leapt out of a room three doors down, all growling obnoxiously and firing guns every which direction.
Shoot. Now there's more. We couldn't possibly take on that many.
I slammed our door, and leaned against it.
"How many of them are there?" I heard Iggy whisper.
"I'm not sure." I evaluated. "Fifteen? Perhaps twenty?"
"They must be young. They have no clue what they are doing." I heard Fang say.
"Now what?" Nudge squeaked.
I heard the housekeeping scream. The Erasers must have reached her room. It's only going to take them a few more moments to get here.
And so, with no choices left, I made one of my infamous snappy decisions.
I clenched my fist.
"Open the window." I announced.
"Wait. What?" Gazzy said.
Fang looked at me with worry. "But the blizz-"
"Open the window! We need to get out of here!"
The door behind me was hit with something huge, nearly sending me flying off of it.
"Hurry up!"
The just nodded, and while everybody gathered their backpacks, Fang and Iggy pried open the window.
Another bang to the door.
Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel crammed over to the window to help.
It all took about three seconds.
"Let's hit it!" Iggy announced finally.
Another hit to the door.
Angel, Nudge and Gazzy were the first out, and instantly vanished in the flurry. And as Iggy jumped, Fang looked back at me.
Yet another hit to the door.
"Just go!" I hissed.
He jumped.
I ran.
Two piercing bullets found their mark on my arm and back, leaving me screaming as I leapt out the window.
And then I was free.
At least, free from the Erasers. Now the blizzard had complete control. And to be honest, I couldn't decide which was worst.
"Fang!" I screamed into the wind.
"Max!" I heard another scream. It sounded like Nudge.
"Nudge? You there?" I honed in on her sound.
Snow pelted me on the face, and made it almost impossible to find anybody. But I searched the best I could for any sign of the others.
"Iggy!" I heard the Gasman yell.
"Hey Gazzy." An even more faint voice reached me.
Good. Gazzy and Iggy found each other.
"I found Fang!" Nudge announced, coming out from somewhere behind me. "Where's Angel?"
Angel.
I panicked.
"Angel!"
"Angel!" Iggy yelled.
"Is that you Angel?" The Gasman yelled.
A bullet whizzed past me, missing Nudge by inches. She fell back with a scream.
Apparently not. The Erasers must be following us.
"Angel!" I yelled again.
Another bullet came whizzed by, and sent me off spinning.
Why was I so dizzy?
I looked at my shoulder.
Crap.
Blood was coming out of the bullet wound and practically pouring onto my arm and my wing. Wait. That's a separate wound on my wing. When did I get that?
Feeling unbearably dizzy, I fell quite a few feet into the white.
Was that white the snow, or me passing out?
"Max!" I heard Fang.
Where was he?
Where was Angel?
Everything was going fuzzy around the edges.
Where was I?
"Fang!" I yelled with my last bit of energy.
And sure enough, a pair of ropy warm arms caught me by the waist, and flipped me over to hold me closer.
The furious hiss of the wind died down, and the edges of my sight grew fuzzier.
And then there was white.
WHITENESSWHITENESSWHITENESSWHITENESSWHITENESSWHITENESS…..
"Is she going to be okay?"
"For the last time. I. Don't. Know."
"I really hope she's okay. I really, really, do. I can't imagine what we would ever do without her. Are you sure that you got all of the bullets out Ig? I know you told me that you did, and that she just looks so bloody because the cold makes her blood run faster, but what if she has another bullet in her leg? Did you che –"
"Nudge?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
"Don't be so mean, Fang! I know you're frustrated or mad or whatever but don't be mad at me! I just want to be extra careful. I know it would be horrible to loose Max no matter what, so it doesn't hurt to be cautious."
"What? Actually… Nevermind."
"Hey guys! I think she's waking up."
"Really? That would be so cool! If she would just wake up I wouldn't have to be so –"
"Nudge?"
"What?"
"Shut up."
"Ig? Is that you?" I mumbled, trying to pry my eyes open.
"No." Iggy said sarcastically.
I rolled my half-lidded eyes, trying to sit up.
"Don't move! You lost a lot of blood, and I don't want you wearing down on the energy you have left." Iggy pushed me back down, gently of course.
"Where are we?" I asked, ignoring his complaints.
"In yet another hotel." Iggy observed.
"Yeah! And this one has an indoor pool!" Gazzy described.
"Where's Angel?" I persisted.
"Right here." Angel hummed.
"Good. So we're all here?" I asked.
A chorus of "Yup" s and '"That's right" s was all it took to calm my nerves.
"Oh, Max! I'm so glad you decided to wake up! I was so worried. I was beginning to get on Fang's nerves too! You should have seen his face when we go here! He looked so scared, Max! And that's what scared me. If Fang was scared, then it's never a good sign. I thought you were dead for a second, but I'm so, so, so sorry about even thinking – "
"Nudge?" Fang said.
"What."
"Shut up."
And then it was really quiet. For a moment.
"Who wants to go to the pool?!" Nudge suddenly blurted.
"I do!" Angel leapt.
"Ditto!" The Gasman.
"I'll go. I guess." Iggy.
"Wait!" Angel interrupted. "Only if it's okay with Max though!"
They all turned to me.
Yup. They have left me no choices.
"Have fun guys. I'm going to be here for a while." I smiled weakly.
"Yes!"
"Let's go!"
Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy ran out of the room, practically dragging Iggy behind them, who wasn't nearly as enthusiastic.
Fang got up too, and started walking to another door, probably the bathroom.
"Hey, Fang." I pushed up with my arms a little, just so I could see him.
"What?" He turned around to face me.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
He was quiet.
"Not long." He finally answered, and started walking again.
"Okay. And how long is 'not long'?" I persisted.
"Um." He considered.
"The truth?" I mentioned.
"Okay! Only 7 hours."
I nearly gasped.
"Only 7 hours?!"
"I'm going to go take a shower." He said when he finally reached the door.
"Fang! Hold on. I'm not done with you –"
And he closed the door.
"Humpf!" I lowered myself to the pillow again.
Those Erasers. I could just picture the looks on their faces.
Where did they come from? Itex, probably. But weren't they all supposed to be dead.
I shivered. Why was it so cold?
I lowered the covers a little, to discover that my maroon sweater was in tatters, and had little squares cut into the back where Iggy had to cut it so he could reach my bullet wounds.
Maroon. What a funny word.
I laughed to myself and looked back down.
I hope Angel didn't take a picture of me in this, or I would have to make her burn that –
The camera. Angel's camera!
(I ducked just in time to dodge the first bullet, and barely enough to miss the second.
Angel screamed, and I heard her drop something.)
The camera! It was in the hotel!
I nearly leapt out of the bed, before my lovely looking wounds complained about the stress.
Who could possibly find it? The Erasers?
("Is that you Angel?" The Gasman yelled.
A bullet whizzed past me, missing Nudge by inches. She fell back with a scream.
Apparently not. The Erasers must be following us.)
No! The erasers followed us. Who else was there?
I raked my brain for any other possibilities.
(It rasped on the door again.
"Housekeeping!")
I stumbled out of bed, despite the pain that it caused my back and shoulder, and made my way to Fang's laptop.
Whipping up the internet, I prayed to any god out there. Any god would do! Just don't have –
FEATHERS OR PHONIES?
A maid of the Comfort Inn hotel of Vail, Colorado reported having seen a violet fight between what she called "…Werewolves and Angels." Although she plans on keeping her name unanimous, a camera she found yielded more evidence than what could ever be imagined…
I scrolled through the rest of the article, feeling too delirious to read it all now.
Not that it really even mattered. There was something on the page of much more importance. Or should I say "somethings".
The pictures.
Pictures of the flock.
All of us.
…Crap?
A/N: Start sending in the plot ideas! I'm ready!