Chapter 7
I've gotta say, even when my mom and sister have been kidnapped probably because of my own actions, flying is still one of the most wonderful things in the world. Fang and I fly close to each other, wings brushing slightly. I don't know why he is helping me, but I'll take it. Also, it's a breath of fresh air to know that I'm not alone in the world, if you know what I mean. Fang is the only other birdkid I've ever met, and I'm guessing it will probably stay that way. Yes, my secret being out in the open has caused my life to cave in on itself, but it's nice to not have to hide all the time. I shake my head. Being so introspective is giving me a headache. All the questioning myself and worrying about how other people think about me is definitely not the norm for me. I'm usually like, okay, there's a problem. Now, do whatever it takes to fix it. No time for analyzing the situation.
"What's wrong?" Fang asks, reading my mind. I shrug.
"Don't really know," I answer. Why did I not come up with a fiery retort? I don't really know, or care for that matter. We fly in silence for a little while longer, reveling in the fact that we finally have human company in the sky. At least, I am really happy about it. Fang's face is so closed off and secretive that it's hard to tell what he's thinking at any given moment. Who knows what's going on in that head of his?
The only thing that jolts me out of my trance-like state is the boom of thunder. Of course, it has to start raining right now. And rain, it looks like, will be the least of our problems today, folks. A buzzing sound barely registers in my ears because of all the rain, but it's obvious once I'm listening to it. I do a 360, looking desperately for the source of the noise. It isn't easy to miss once I see it. Hundreds of winged robots block out what little light the sun is managing to produce in this weather. Fang turns slowly around to face the creatures.
"I know what these are." Fang pitches his voice low so I can hear it over the high-pitched humming of gears and machinery. "They're robots."
"No duh," I snap back, already gearing up into full battle mode.
"They're like erasers, but stronger. Not that smart, though." I nod, still sizing them up for myself. There is no possible way we can win this fight. It's at least 100 to 1. We try as best we can, kicking, punching, and doing whatever it takes to get free, but in the end, they're too much for us. Trust me, I hate to admit it, being the kick butt and think later girl that I am, but it's true.
The next thing I know, I'm strapped to a metal table, restraints strapped to my ankles and wrists. "Hello, Max," Jeb's voice comes from somewhere out of the darkness. "You really should have listened to me.
"What?" I spit at him, trying to get my emotions under control. I really don't need this right now.
"Do you want me to tell you what I was going to tell you a couple days ago?" Jeb uses a sugary sweet voice that makes me feel nauseous.
"No, but I know you will anyway." I hate the tired sound of my voice, and the expression on my usually emotionless face that probably reflects just how done with this evil science crap I am.
"You're right, Max. I'm going to tell you, and you'll wish you had listened the first time I tried to warn you."
A/N. So, guys, I'm leaving you with a cliffy and a really short chapter. I'm just really sad cause I didn't get any reviews for the last couple chapters. I'm not gonna be one of those people who asks for a certain number of reviews for the next update, but if I don't get any reviews, I don't know if you guys like this story or totally hate it, which makes me write less. So please, please review? Thanks for reading, peoples! Yes, I wrote peoples. Laters, guys!
