Chapter 4
Max POV
Angel. Angel. Angel.
Fang POV
Crap. Max. Crap. Angel. Crap. Ahhhhhhhh.
Max POV
Another 100m and then I was there. To rescue my Angel, to save my baby.
50m.
I could see every detail of the building now. The horrible black brickwork was covered in dirt and rust. The windows were clouded up with grime, and on the inside, they all had bars covering them. Stopping anyone from an escape.
20m.
Flyboys exploded through the front doors of the building. Ha, that was my chance, the door was still open! The very things that came to get me just gave me a way to rescue my baby.
5m.
I weaved in and out of the flyboys, dodging all their failed attempts at catching or hurting me. Rage was fuelling my flight. I would really hate to be the one who came between me and my Angel. A flyboy did. I ploughed into it with a nasty kick, snapping its neck in the process. Ouch.
0m.
Ha, I made it. Angel was going to be safe. I knew it.
Fang POV
Jesus, Max just snapped the neck of that dude in one hit. Remind me not to get her angry.
I saw Max enter through the door and land in the hallway behind. I was hot on her heels as she had slowed down considerably since her speed burst. I barely registered the flock behind me as I followed Max through the winding corridors. She must have had some kind of Angel homing beacon because she just knew which way to turn instantly. I just hope we make it in time.
Max POV
Turn right.Said the Voice.
Left. Straight on. Left. Right. Ok, you're there, first door on the left.
I was so close. I burst through the door and froze.
Angel was strapped to a table in the middle of the room with a whitecoat leaning over her. I ran up behind him and held him up by the neck.
"What have you done to her?" I snarled.
"It's...to...late," the whitecoat said in between gasps.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," I yelled, throwing him to the ground, knocking him out cold.
I turned my attention to Angel, she was just lying there, helpless. Her eyelids started to flutter open.
"Angel, come on honey, it's me, I'm getting you out of here," I said as gently as I could.
"G-get away f-from m-me," she stuttered, "I, I d-don't know y-you. L-leave m-me a-a-alone."
"Angel, snap out of it, it's me Max. It's Max, Angel," I said, starting to raise my voice.
"G-go a-away, I d-don't know a-any M-m-max. P-please leave me a-a-alone," she said timidly.
I didn't know what to think. Angel didn't remember me. Angel didn't remember me. Angel didn't remember me. I sank into the corner of the room and put my head in my hands. Angel didn't remember me.
Fang POV
I found an open door and ran into it, Max and Angel had to be in here.
What I found shocked me. Angel was sitting up in the middle of a table, looking scared and confused, but Max. Max was in the corner of the room with her head in her hands. I hated seeing her like this so much. She was mumbling something.
"Angel doesn't remember me." I heard her say.
"Max, we need to get out of here, all of us are in danger, you hear me Max, the Flock is in danger."
That seemed to snap her out of it. She told Iggy to grab Angel and run. He did. Time to escape again.