Chapter Two
Max POV
"Fang…" I have to hurry. "Iggy!" I screamed again. What was taking so long?! He rushed over and checked Fang's limp figure. His lighter-than-a-feather fingers ran along his bones and muscles.
"I, um, maybe a broken rib," he said when he was finished. Not too bad of an injury considering the fall.
"Guys come on! We need to get him away from here. Who knows how long it will be until the erasers show up!" Both Iggy and I picked him up and started to haul him through the forest.
But it was obvious what had happened. After the Erasers successfully injected Fang, they no longer needed to pursue us. They knew we would go to the School to get the cure. Which is exactly where I'm going.
"Let's find a cave or something," Gazzy suggested as he ran up to me. I heard Nudge gasp as she came up behind him.
"Oh my God! Max, is he going to be okay?! Look at all that blood! Is he- what happened? He fell?! Fang never falls! Oh my-"
"Nudge we're gonna save him!" Angel yelled. "I'm going with you, right Max?" My baby asked with huge blue eyes.
"Unfortunately, yes, Angel. I'm going to need you to persuade someone to give us the antidote," I said, still uneasy about her skill, but Fang needed it. We needed it.
"What are we going to do with Fang while we're gone?" Nudge asked innocently.
"You three are going to stay with him. He'll need protection." I said, knowing full well that they weren't going to like this one bit.
"What! No way!" Iggy cried.
"Yeah, we wanna help! We can blow those suckers up!" Gazzy yelled, standing indignantly next to Iggy.
"Guys, I know it doesn't sound fair, but this is how its gonna be this time," I said, using my 'like it or not' tone.
Good, Max. Don't be a pushover. They would just be hindrances.
No member of my flock is a hindrance, I mentally screamed at my Voice. I was about to get in a heated argument right then and there, but Nudge's excited voice stopped me.
"A cabin!" Nudge said, pointing up through the trees.
"There. You'll even have a snazzy cabin to stay in." I sneered. I am so not in a good mood.
We got to the small cabin in 4 minutes time. Fang weighs a ton! We leaned against a tree to check out the little house The cabin was… picturesque, not exactly a word I use most days. It was a little log cabin with a thatched roof. In summer, the land would be covered in wildflowers, but not during this icy winter. I could see dark green curtains inside. The small porch was the length of the cabin and had two crude wooden rocking chairs on it.
"Gazzy, see if there's anyone in there," I commanded. He ran, crouched down, to one of the side windows. After a few seconds of peering through that window, he ran around the back of the house peeking in all the windows before coming back to us.
"It's empty. Maybe it's a summer cabin," he suggested. I sure hope it is.