Thank you so much to the well, yeah, only three people who reviewed this time. But that's life. I'm happy with the seven total who have actually paid any attention anyway. Umm… I'm really sorry for not updating in like, forever. I have no excuse. Nothing. Just the fact that I was busy reveling in all this newfound time I managed to find after school went out and I didn't feel like writing. So, lez go.
Max POV
I swerved up over a tall red cliff and swooped back down again into the next hidden valley. On each side of me were towering red rocks made of something like sandstone. I wheeled around to slow down and slowly descended into the small cave Fang had found. I dumped the backpack of food that I had collected from the nearby city, Moab, and sat down next to Fang. The peaches from the cabin were long gone and the food I had found wouldn't last much longer.
I felt uneasy sitting there not doing anything at all. My flock was in danger and I had already lost my best chance to find them. Slumping sown against the rock I let myself fall into an uneasy sleep.
I woke up slowly. It had turned dark. Stars glittered in a blue velvet sky and a tiny sliver of moonlight spilled across the cave's sandy floor. I rolled over onto my back to see Fang looking down at me. He watched me not with his usually intense glare, but with a kindness I hadn't seen before. "You look beautiful Max." he said softly, reaching down to touch my face. I reached up to touch his and he bent down to kiss me. I kissed him back, too caught up in the moment to care what it meant. We broke apart softly and I let him lift me into his lap. He just held me there, stroking my hair. I reached up to kiss him again, wrapping my arms around him. We broke apart after a long while. "Come on Fang." I murmured softly, stroking his hair. "Let's go find them." We got up. Fang took the pack and we took off to find out family.
We flew for hours over the interstate. The traffic far below us was packed with cars, all people going to some thing of so much more importance than anybody else that they simply must go faster than all the rest. And so we find ourselves high above a mass of a honking, jostling mess. Works with me. The closest thing in the air to me was a flock of geese far off to the right. They made me think of my own flock and I quickly turned away. I glanced over at Fang. Things had worked more between us since that night. I felt like a team, like I could always count on him.
My wings were beginning to ache. I wouldn't be able to keep going at this rate. Looking for a headquarters designed to not be found, conveniently hidden in the middle of a vast desert-y state wasn't exactly working. Just as I was about to comment to Fang the hopelessness of our situation, I saw up ahead a long winding road curving off of the interstate. I know what you're thinking. Oh boy, Max found a road! Coming off of a highway! How unique! But this road felt different. For one there were absolutely no little green signs announcing it's presence to the world, another reason; along a barbed wire fence lining the highway. Not a farmer's scrap-wood fence with old wire strung along them. A six foot chain link fence with huge coil of razor sharp wire. A tall sign with a lightning bolt stood about a mile from the road. A lot of good it would do to im form anyone who was bright enough to try to climb the fence that they were about to become human popcorn. A third thing that sent up fire works saying EVIL SCIENTIST LAIR in my head was the little black hummer pulled over to the side of the road like a fat cockroach on a white carpet.
While flying is great and all, up in the air, there isn't a whole lot of cover. There's, well, let's see, some air… some more air… well just a bit more air…wait for it…more air! Well you get the point. So after we cleared the fence we jumped down and followed the road on foot. I had thought about jacking the hummer and for convenience of entrance/exit, but that plan was soon failed when we noticed the twelve erasers loitering in/around the car. That was a no go. Dang was walking slow. The tumbleweeds were constantly scratching at my legs. The sun beat down and sweat trickled down my forehead. Fang and I had gone over the plan, only like a million times and the words kept scrolling across my brain like a marquee sign in Las Vegas. My heart was pumping hard and the adrenaline was beginning to show. I knew my flock was nearby. But so were erasers, flyboys, whitecoats, a handful of corrupt world leaders, and who knows what other bloodsucking creatures. One side of the equation would have to be eliminated. No-one else was exactly volunteering so that joyous task was left to Fang and, you guessed it, me.
I scanned the road ahead and behind me. Nothing. That was semi-good news. No erasers cruising up to cut the rescue mission short and no evil bad guy super secret base coming up, but also no evil bad guy super secret base containing kidnapped family members either. Take it what you will. We kept moving.
After about an hour or so of running down the side of the road, I spotted a tiny dot in the distance. After a while it developed into a tall gray building, sticking up on the horizon looking like someone had made mistake and shipped the parts to a skyscraper to the middle of the desert instead of Chicago. It was kinda hard for it to sneak up on you. Missing that building would be like missing the fact that someone had written SPAZ on their fore-head in red marker. Ya get the point. We saw it. Whether or not we were ready to was a different question.
OK, so there it is. Please, please, please r&r. I'm begging you. Literally.