The next morning it was still raining, but it wasmore of a drizzle really. We decided to stay at the hotel one more night, and take a 'mini-vacation' as Max called it.
The kids spent the day lounging about languibly, and me, Max and Iggy watched television,
Nudge was acting rather odd, though. The usually garrulous girl was staring off into space and only adding her thoughts every once and a while. No one seemed to notice besides me though.
Suddenly the hotel room shook, the lights flickered, and then everything was black. The tinkling sound o breaking glass reached my ears, then Angeled screamed, it was a loud, shrilling sound full of terror and panic.
A flutter of movement, a sharp crack, a strangled cry.
The lights came back on. Iggy was holding his arm, which had a gash down the inside, Angel was sobbing into her hands, Gazzy was pale, and Nudge remained silent.
Max was no where to be seen.
"Fang! Why didn't you do something?" Iggy screamed, his body trembleming with rage.
"I couldn't see. I might havehit Max." I replied in a steady voice.
Angel started sobbing harder, and Nudge snapped out of her daze.
"Where could they have taken her? California's on the other coast, and I don't think they took her bck to Germany. The place in Florida's all torn up. What if they did take her to Germany? Fang, Iggy what are we going to do? We can't just leave Max! Guys!? Wh-"
"Nudge calm down," Iggy ordered, though the sterness was slightly weakened with how the way his voice cracked on the word 'down', and how his unseeing eyes were fillied with tears, but he swallowed his sorrow and told the kids to get ready to go.
I knew where they took Max, and why, but I was not telling the flock that.