Chapter 3: Ouch

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Chapter 3: Ouch

"But I thought Flyboys couldn't get wet without short-circuiting," Gazzy said.

"They must have made an upgrade," I said.

I groaned. We didn't have time to fight them, we had to make it to Port Angeles tonight and everyone was already exhausted from flying through the rain.

"Fang, take the others and get to Port Angeles. I'll get them off the scent so you can get there in time."

"Max no," Gazzy objected. "Remember what happened the last time we split up?"

I shook my head, "If you don't meet with Jeb we'll never get that information."

The rest of the Flock gave me confused looks, except Angel of course, while Fang just nodded.

He gathered up the rest of the Flock and continued toward Port Angeles. I turned to the approaching Flyboys and took a deep breath.

"Hey blockheads!" I shouted. "Bet you can't catch me!"

The chase was on.

Bullets whizzed passed me. I had managed to dodge them so far, but wasn't sure how long that would last. I couldn't go in to super speed or I would loose them and they'd go off in search of other targets, more specifically the Flock. There was a small town, excuse me, a very small town in the distance but between it and me was a forest.

Sure the Flyboys could fly almost as fast as me, but I sincerely doubt they were as nimble.

I pulled my wings into a plummeting dive toward the trees. My concentration was focused on zigzagging between branches and tree trunks. I could hear collisions behind me as the Flyboys struggled. There were fifteen or twenty to start with, but hopefully those numbers were dwindling. I was surprised they were still managing to aim their guns at me, but I heard the bullets as they whizzed by.

There couldn't be many of them left. I was starting to feel the strain, but if I stopped now it wouldn't be pretty.

One of the Flyboys got a lucky shot in and my right wing collapsed into my side. The momentum pulled me forward and I crashed into a clearing rolling several times before coming to a stop against a tree.

I must've broken two or three ribs because I got sharp pains as I tried to catch my breath. I tried to stand but fell back when pain laced through my leg. My ankle was twisted, maybe worse.

The Flyboys managed to catch up with me, there were four of them left.

Dread filled the pit of my stomach. There was no way I could fight them in this condition. Heck I couldn't even stand!

The first Flyboy aimed his gun and got me in the shoulder. I winced and managed to hold back a scream as my blood mixed with the pouring rain.

The Flyboy raised his gun again, this time it was for the kill.

I promised you the cliffhanger right? Don't worry, the next chapter's up too, just like a promised.