yay! Chapter 7! This is in Fang's POV...back to the flock! Since you are all so anxious to know what's going on with them ! :) The next Chapter is in MAX's POV, and then it will probably be back to the flock's again. Does anyone have any idea how the flock can escape from the School? I want to make it a different escape then just, like, running out a door or something. I want it to be really neat, and so far I don't have any ideas ! So, just review to the story and send in your thoughtts ! 6 reviews before I post the next chapter! it is already finished, so as soon as I get 6 reviews, I will post it! Enjoy !
And also ... Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does . :)
Chapter 7:
FANG POV:
I opened my eye a fraction of an inch, and closed them abruptly again as the bright light sent a pain through my head. I moaned, and made a motion for my hand to come up and cover my eyes, but they were bound down by something. Velcro, judging by the feeling on my wrists. My heartbeat quickened as everything came rushing back to me, and the realization that I was now back at the School.
I opened my eyes again, and they watered as the bright light hanging directly over my head shone in them. But I didn't close them. I waited until my eyes adjusted, and then I looked blearily around the room.
I strained my neck so I could see the body next to me. It was Nudge, and she was staring at me, probably wondering if it was the right time to say something.
'Fang?' she asked questioningly.
'Yeah?' I responded, and I wasn't surprised to find my voice weak and hoarse.
'What's going on?'
I was going to take a wild guess here and say that we were in an Itex Laboratory of some sort, and any moment we would be approached by some Whitecoats and be experimented on. But Nudge was a smart girl, she knew what was coming. She was just looking for reassurance, someone to tell her this was all just a dream, or that everything would be fine. And right now, the odds weren't in our favour. So, I went with a simple answer, even though her and I both knew it wasn't the right one.
'I don't know' I said, almost to myself, but I was facing Nudge. I watched her gulp, and hold back tears. I tried giving her a reassuring smile, but I don't think I'm cut out for that stuff. Max was more of that type of person.
Speaking of Max…
'Fang? Where's Max?' Nudge asked, just as I finished my scan around the room. To my left were two other beds: each holding a mutant bird kid. Angel was on my direct left, followed by Gazzy. Both unconscious. Directly across from me was Iggy and next to him, Total, on a small doggy like bed. Again, unconscious.
No Max.
I scanned the room again, as if she would appear again on the bed next to me. I looked at the door, as if she would barge through, bloody and bruised, that determined look on her face, saying, 'let's get outta here!'
Doing my best to keep my emotions intact, I stared at the door for at least another thirty seconds. Then, Angel stirred and her eyes opened. She blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling, probably processing things. She turned towards me, and I watched as her facial expression went from confused, to understanding, in a matter of seconds. I couldn't do anything but stare at her pitifully.
I mean, let's look at the cons here:
1.) We were strapped down to a hospital like bed.
2.) We were in the hands of evil genetic scientists.
3.) Max was gone.
Pros? Let me know when you get any.
I looked at the rest of the flock's faces, all now who had woken up. They all head that upset, angry and helpless expression.
I was second in command. It was my job to take care of the flock until we found Max. If she was still alive.
That last thought was so sudden, and sent several knots in my stomach, twisting every which way. I would know if Max was dead. Wouldn't I?
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I felt eyes on me, and turned to see Angel, her intense blue eyes boring into my head. Great. She had been reading my mind.
It's alright Fang. I know we can get out of here. I know you can get us out of here.
I sent a weak smile in her direction.
Thanks, Ange. Are you picking up any thoughts of Max's?
She closed her eyes, and her brows knit together in confusion. Seconds later, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me again.
I'm not getting anything!
My stomach dropped. What did that mean? Was Max dead?
I don't think so, Fang, Angel said in my head, making me jump. I mean, it could mean she is dead, but it might also mean she is too far away, or unconscious, which is a good possibility, right?
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Okay, so maybe Max wasn't dead…
I reminded myself again that I'm pretty sure I would know if Max was dead. I would feel it somehow. Anyway, I let my thoughts drift away from Max's corpse, (*shudder!*) and onto a plan.
Angel, I don't want the Whitecoats knowing what we are saying. Can you be my messenger and relay everything I am saying to them, mentally?
She didn't nod (that's my girl!) just said, yes.
Man, did it ever come in handy to have a mind reader.
