This one's a little longer. R+R!
I don't own Max Ride, I swear.
Chapter 4: Maybe This Dream Isn't So Good…
"What do you mean?" I asked. This didn't make any sense.
"I know I'm dreaming, too, but I can't wake up no matter how hard I've tried pr what I've done."
I suddenly became suspicious. "What have you done?"
Fang sighed and reluctantly pulled up his sleeve. I gasped. "You've burned yourself?"
"I was desperate!" he retorted. "I hadn't figured out what happened yet."
"Wait a sec, does that mean you know?"
"I have a pretty good idea," Fang explained.
"Well, spill the beans!" I begged. Fang still hadn't let go of my wrist; I wasn't quite sure why. But it became apparent shortly thereafter. He pulled me out of the bush again, not respecting the pain it inflicted upon my now-human self.
"I can't," he said, letting go of my wrist and beginning to walk again. Trying to keep up with him, I questioned him.
"Why not?"
"Can't risk being overheard. I'll meet your at your place tonight and we can figure out together, in the guise of a study group. OK?"
"Fine," I huffed. I gave him space. I wasn't sure whether Maxine Ride knew Fang in this dream or not, so I wasn't sure if we should or shouldn't be seen together.
Meanwhile, I tried to figure out what had happened.
OK, I know I was dreaming, meaning at some I had actually fallen asleep. Now, juts to remember when…
I remember!
A few days after we had escaped from Itex, Fang and I decided to take the flock and lie low. At least, as low as we could, considering I had a tracking device in my arm. Big help.
Of course, it wasn't long before the Erasers found us again. This time, though, there were many more than we had ever fought at one time. It wasn't long before we were overtaken, bound, and thrown in the back of a truck. I started banging on the sides of the truck with my head in desperation. Maybe someone on the highway would notice? Fat chance.
A few minutes later, I felt a hand on my back. I looked, and Fang gave me a sympathetic look. Basically, he was telling me to give up. I had half a mind to ignore him, but I knew he was right.
We soon arrived at Itex headquarters. Great. Several Erasers blocked the door, so none of us could escape if we tried. One Eraser came in, with an uncomfortably large pair of scissors. Five Erasers came in and grabbed the rest of the flock and held them. I was left with the Eraser with the scissors.
Eight minutes of pain later, the Eraser had successfully clipped my wings. He didn't escape without a few bruises himself, though. He didn't cut them off; he just clipped the right feathers in the right places, so I couldn't fly away if I tried.
The Eraser who clipped Fang's wings wound up with a few more aches and pains than mine had. The rest of the flock struggled also, but they clipped all of our wings. What I found odd was that I didn't see them clip Iggy's wings. Maybe they thought he'd be easier because he was blind. AS for the rest of us, we were clipped and we were helpless. WE were bound with no wings: What good was that?
We ere thrown in dog crates instantly. I didn't know what to do; I had nearly given up hope.
A few hours, we still had no idea what was going on; but we were given food. I was disgusted. I wouldn't eat anything that they gave me. Why should I? The younger ones, though, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel, had eaten and were already fast asleep.
Eventually, hunger took over. I ate, but reluctantly. Fang seemed to be the only one who was resisting longer than I was. Soon, I fell asleep.
