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Siy Rowling
(Chapter Seven)
(Fang P.O.V) - Ralph, Philadelphia - Two Months Later
Almost a whole freaking year after the Flock was separated and still no Max, still no Total and Gazzy is still trying to work around his disability that it completely all my fault. Well hell. Two months back Gazzy, Angel and I got together again. But it seemed to come at a price, because when Gazzy came to try and save me. . .
The odd experiments gone wrong had been able to pin me, it seemed to be leering at me. I struggled even more but the thing just increased the pressure on my neck. Two seconds latter I saw a small explosion. An explosion of what you ask? Of Gazzys namesake. I glared at the thing that was on top of me. It wasn't human but it had some human characteristics. It had a women body, head, even the face of a human girl, but the eyes and pale skin gave it away, the blood red empty eyes and starch white skin.
Just as the thing bend its head to my neck most likely to rip my throat out; Gazzy came bursting through the trees and dive bombing the creature like nobodies business. It hissed and then clawed at him with ripped, dirty, long fingernails, he turned just in time to get lashed in the wing, latter we would find out from the School that the nails had been poisonous and he would never be able to truly heal until Max came back with the cure. Which we were pretty sure would never happen.
The Gasman screamed out, long and loud. And that was when I truly found out that Max would always be a better leader than me. That was when a small part of me started to grieve that I couldn't do more. That was when I truly wanted my Maximum Ride back. . .
I looked over at the two who were cuddling together trying to keep warm. After that night we were just staying away from the experiments by the skin of our teeth. We were in Philly visiting one of my gang friends who I had met over my "normal phase" I liked to call it.
His name was Tristan. He liked to be called Tie, but no one ever did, to his disappointment. We were in his crappy apartment crashing for the week; taking a short vacation. If Max were still there, we would have kicked our butts into high gear after the whole freaky experiment thing, and I tried my best to be like Max, but sometimes, it was harder than it looked. I sighed and started to type wha I was up to on my blog. After a short update, I checked my feedback. In big bold generically red letters that had six urgent flags next to it the subject title read,
They have Max! They have Max! They have Max!
I opened up the e-mail immediately.
Fang,
You don't know me, but I know you. Maximum Ride is my best friend and we have recently been separated. While I've been searching for her, I found she was captured by a group of. . Malfunctioning Experiments that we call Rouges. If we don't act soon Max will die. No one can know I sent you this e-mail. It will be erased as soon as you click the back arrow. Meet me in Huston Texas in two days. Around the cemetery, I'll know you when I see you. Any later and it will be too late.
Zane
Crud, I was screwed!
(Max P.O.V) - Yalger, Connecticut
Ever since Zane and I had been separated nothing had been the same. In the hurricane two months ago, Total had made me pull my sorry butt to safety, Zane had already left by the time we got back to the bench we had been sleeping on. Total had assured me that we would find him but, surprise, surprise, Zane was no where to be seen, he wasn't even in Belgium! That was our meeting place.
As I stumbled down the icy cold street, I gritted my teeth, what was my next move? Total was back at the hotel, lets face it, a Scotty dog trying to fight a bunch of Rouges on the streets of Connecticut? Not something that you would want to deal with either. He would be a snack pack in a second flat. I was planning to leave him on Angel's doorstep the next day, cause he was probably the worst partner in crime ever. Way worse than Zane, or Fang, or Ruby.
I winced at each name. Fang, my first right hand man who had found his family and forgotten me, Zane, who had deserted me after a tornado in Kansas and Ruby, my most resent partner, she had been three, maybe four, able to talk in complete sentences and very bright for her age, she had died right before my eyes. Rouges caught up with us and one had a gun, I didn't see it in time, the shot was aimed at me, and then Ruby jumped in the way. The last thing she told me was that she just wanted to be as brave as me in the end. Apparently Itex had sent her to trap me. And she had gone along with it until the very last moment. My life sucks balls. But I deal with it. . . To an extent.
Angel lived in South Carolina so I didn't have to go far the next couple of hours and some super speed should make the time just seem like nothing. My super speed was becoming more controlled, I could automatically know how much I did so that was a plus. But other than that, I had only destroyed a couple Itex's and twenty-three covens of Rouges. That wasn't a lot when it came to Rouges, seeing as they were just experiments gone bad.
Basically, Rouges were us. Recombined DNA Experiments. But when they got their Expiration Date's, the chemical that shut down their bodies got rejected and the blood and poison seem to blend together to make something new. I had never been put through the pain of my very being changing but it sounded kind of unpleasant. You're skin became thinner, your eyes lost all color completely, turning so clear that it looked wrong and after you drank from your first prey then they turned the black of charcoal and then so dark red it was hard not to get hypnotized by them. Another power of a Rouge. Oh yeah, did I mention they had powers all their own? Well they do. Also, they could make themselves whatever they wanted, some people called them shifters, though I preferred blood-thirsty freaks.
Being alone sucked. But I was doing it well enough, slowly though, I was learning how to deal with things by myself, it was hard, so hard sometimes I wanted to cry, but I never broke my promise, no more tears were shed, no a one, for a while, I felt like I had completely dried of tears, and now, I took that as a good thing and I relished in it when I heard the flap of another birds wings close to mine, or when a little girl passed me with her older sister or brother. It hurt like hell, but I was getting through it one second at a time.
While I thought all of this over something happened, and if I had been paying even and ounce of attention, I would have been half way to Mississippi by the time the Rouges swooped down upon me. But I wasn't so they did.
Mark, I knew him from his pre-Rouge days, hit me feet first in the chest. My breath whooshed out and I crumpled, but I was able to pulled his leg with him, throwing his transparent bat-like wings off of balance and he landed on me with a 'thud' And then they all gathered around me, they had come prepared, they had chains, not flimsy rope.
Rouges had begun to become. . . Smarter lately. Like they had formed, rules. A community. They even had bounty hunters now! Wait. . . Bounty hunters. My face. . . On a frinkin' poster I had just brushed off. S.H.I.T! I had just made my own fate by not paying attention to my own freakin' surroundings! How dense and stupid and pathetic and-and- and, well I could probably think of a million different names to call myself that would get me out in jail! But that wasn't the point, the point was, I was under Rouge control as soon as they had those shackles on my wings, wrists and thighs. They had grown more intelligent wich meant they had learned how to speak, very quickly. Now I was basically stuck with a bunch of screw ups. G-R-E-A-T.
"We've got 'er. No, she didn' pu' up much of 'er fight." Laughed one with a weird accent into a walkie talkie. I growled, and as they all backed away and started slapping high fives, I took my chance. They had left my right hip unchained, stupid bastards. I wiggled my hand a little and grabbed the gun that was always stationed on my left hip, good ol' Tilt. Then I shot the Rouge with the walkie talkie straight in the place where the heart is supposed to be. He was down for the count. There was a completely serial moment, no one moved or spoke, not even me. Then all hell broke loose.
(((Chapter End)))
Ok, next chapter, things will get a lot more interesting. . . Trust me. Here's a sneak peak of next chapter!
(((Chapter 8)))
"Come on Marko, Baley won't have to know! Just one bite. We haven't stopped for a snack in a while." I heard outside of the little ward/circle, thing that was trapping me. Well hell!
"I'm Zane." I tried to be as polite as possible, but seeing the bastard that hurt my Max, it was hard, just trust me.
"Fang." Was the only thing he said, I already didn't like this guy.
"Iggy! We have company!" My voice rung throught the California street. Everything was quiet but then 'BOOM' And the fight began.
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Siy Rowling.
