Chapter Two: Max, Iggy, and Fang
After the blackout-migraine weird thing, I woke up in the sewers of New York, with a lot of dirty kids and homeless people staring down at me as if I was an alien octopus from a different planet, ready to eat their faces using the acid in my mouth. "Are you okay?" An older woman with brown rags on said, trying to stand straight up without her cane. I nodded my head and tried to lean up, while being slowly forced back down by a girl who seemed to be here with her father, a drunk, that was sitting a little bit away from us, eying me suspiciously. She gave me a small paper cup filled half-way with broth from a pot around the way. I took it, glad that I had something that I could put into my system. I sipped from the paper cup and almost vomited from the flavor, but I held it in my mouth, doubtfully, to keep myself from losing what little food I might actually have left. "It's not much, but what little we have left, we are glad to share with you and those misfit kids over there..." The old lady pointed to a group of five teens about my age in the corner of the cave huddling around each other like they were siblings. "It's a little funny too, they showed up about ten minutes after you were found in here, sonny." I tried to get up one more time, but the cute girl held me down still. I nodded to her, and she looked down, and then back up, letting me get up freely. I stood up, brushing myself off of dust and mud from the sewer or the events of my blackout. My hair was pushed back on my head like I went through a wind tunnel, and my face was dirty. But surprisingly, through the events I was unaware of in my blackout, I had no cuts, bruises, blood, or any kind of damage to me, except for my clothes. The neckline of my shirt had been torn to the side, exposing the very edge of my bra strap, my sweater had been cut on the back, like someone had taken a whip and torn it repeatedly, and my pants had been shredded on the back of the legs, and the ankle had been ripped completely. Thank god though, the only parts of my skin visible was my legs and my shoulder. I tried to limp over to the group of teens to see if they knew anything about me, but as soon as I got to them, something insanely weird happened. I managed to get over to them, but as soon as I reached them, the tall one, who reminded me of a member of Green Day, took my shoulder and looked (or I suppose looked I couldn't see his eyes because his hair was over them) at me. "I'm going to stop you right there." He said slowly. Fang I heard a whisper say into my ear as he touched me, as if someone had been watching the conversation and was making sure I knew his name. I saw past him, watching the other four, including two teens about the tall one's age, looked at me, especially one with light brown hair wearing an aviator's jacket. I recognized her almost immediately as I saw her eyes looking back at me. "Max." I said, as if in a trance, and Fang, still holding me, looked at her almost immediately, following the other kids and the last of the teens. She smiled and looked skeptically at me. "Listen, We've been through a lot today, a few too many fights we didn't want to start or be in. We also didn't want to go through the nasty sewer to sleep for a night or two before we're back on our feet. So stay away from us, or we'll have to give you trouble." I backed away slowly, not understanding why I knew her name, or how she looked so familiar. Fang let go of my shoulder and I stumbled backward, almost falling over. I didn't realize, along with my tattered clothes, that my sneakers had been ripped on the bottom, and the shoelaces were still undone. I started to walk back, after giving the group a blank stare, but not before one of the strangest things that had occurred in the last day or so happened. As I tried to step over an electrical cord, one of the group members, a tall stalky teen with blonde hair and Grey eyes stood up. "Wait." he said and ran up to me. (This is where it gets a little weird folks!) He put his arms around my back and kissed me deeply right on the mouth! Iggy the whisper came back, making my head a little bit foggy for a second or two. I was literally whisked off my feet by a boy I didn't even know at all, and kissed until he lost his footing and dropped me on the cold sewer stone. I looked up at him in disgust, and he was blushing slightly. "I'm sorry...it's just...I was like being forced to.." and then Max came out like a screaming banshee and grabbed Iggy by the his shirt collar, and dragged him back to the circle of kids, who were now staring at me behind Fang, still in his dark position facing me with purposing eyes. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I could hear her practically yell at Iggy as he stared at the dirt, quietly responding while Fang came over to me, brushing his hair out of his face. His eyes were dark and mysterious giving me chills as he looked me up and down, noting my clothing in shreds, periodically looking back to the group where Iggy was being scolded by Max. "Who are you?" Fang said quietly, staring into my eyes. I shook my head and responded with the only way I knew how; "I don't know.." He got onto his feet and went back to the group, signaling me to stay there with his hand. Max turned to Fang as soon as he got over to them, and the kids in the circle were mostly looking at me, and at the blushing Iggy who was still staring down into the cement like it would give him an answer to why he kissed me like that. I'm still so wiped by this point, I can't get the courage to go over to them and apologize for being...so attractive. I gave a little chuckle, and noticed that Max was looking over at me, while Fang told her something that was important. I was eager to find out what it was, but it became clear to me, when Max told me to go over there.