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Heartless, here soon to be Loveless, by the next chapter, as soon by beta reader, finish it. Well, I AM REALLY SORRY ABOUT THE LATENESS OF THE CHAPTERS BUT WE WILL TRY TO UPDATE AT LEAST ONCE MONTH. But it called school, people, and I have teachers who happen be bad teachers. Well, I give thanks to my beta reader Daylnn.
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Dear Peoples,
I know this has taken forever, but life it tough. Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait to the Readers. I had to study, study, study, and do a lot of projects. Don't forget to tell me what ya think. And I'm changing my name to… Izzle….
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Lazy soon to be Izzle
P.S Heartless think that Lazy should keep her penname as Lazy…. HeartlessandLazy Soon to be LovelessandIzzle We do not own Maximum Ride or the Flock, but we do own GiovanniAfter an ride of two hours, where the only noise was coming from Nudge's voice. Trust me, after hearing Nudge yakking about how uncomfortable these corset, petticoats, and other layers of clothes were, that I was about to say that I was rather comfortable in this clothing, just to shut her up.
Oh crackers, I'm dying to kill the donkey that created the corset. I swear, how could women survive with a corset? I could barely walk without getting dizzy. It's driving me crazy; I swear I can't breathe in this thing. God I just want to burn this corset and never wear one again.
Plus, the weather wasn't working with me. The sky had began to gather dark clouds within an hour, then the sky had be come too dark for it to be the afternoon, and the tempter dropping rather quickly.
That only meant one thing; rain. This day can't get any better. Usually, I don't mind the rain, but I'm wearing a dress that doesn't belong to me since I don't wear any dresses. I betting that, I will have ruined this dress by the end the day.
Then I noticed a small brick fence from a mile away. I couldn't help but to let out a sigh of relief; this trip is one of the so boring ones that I never would've taken.
"I hate to say this, Max." Gasman had interrupted Nudge in mid-sentence. "That's the outer fence of the former town, not the fence of the church. We still have another hour to go to."
"Ugh," I moaned. "THAT'S THE FENCE OF THE TOWN,!? WHAT TOWN? I DON'T SEE ANY TOWN! Wait; there was a town, here?"
"Yes," said Nudge, who always enjoyed the sound of her own voice. "We don't know much about it though." She stopped to a take a breath, then spoke in a country accent. "Just that, eighty years or may be ninety years ago, when this place wasn't a waste of grass but a town. You might say it was bang up one, that too. The name of this fine city was Las Pannas. "
I just laughed at her accent, because it was so funny.
"Anyway," Nudge continued. "Mrs. Jones says that there's a legend about this town, but she wasn't able to tell the legend. All I know is that one day, eighty or ninety years ago, messages had come back after a quick visit to Lafayette, only to find, that everyone was missing. not only that but the building disappeared, too, expect for the church. It was like the place never existed. All races of human being, animals, and everything else that were here, disappeared. No one knew what had happened, and besides, no one really wanted to find out what had happened. So they just let everything be. In respect of the peoples' lives, the town wasn't rebuilt, but the church had gotten a new priest."
"The kids of the School of Lafayette," Angel responded while she was fiddling with her bonnet. "call this place the ghost town. This is the best part; everyone is scared of this place. Therefore, no one is around for miles."
"Nice" I replied while dropping my shawl. Letting my wings take the fresh cool wind, everyone followed my lead, and Gasman flew a around the carriage. The horses seem a little spooked, but how should I know? I decided not to fly because I was wearing a dress, that has the shape of a bell, so anyone could look up. Even though, I was wearing like three skirts and pants underneath it, I was not going to have Fang look up my skirt.
After an hour, I saw the church, and it was huge.
The actual church is around three acres big and the surrounding area until it an iron fence was seven acres. Plus it stood out, like a sore thumb, it being the only building for miles. The Goth architecture had clearly made it more obvious. The four corner towers were properly around four stories, and each one of them were of different architectural design. One was heavy Goth, and some the others were more rather roman built. There were four buildings or it was just one in the shape of a cross with an extra rectangle at bottom of it. It was only away from the church by at least half a mile.
"Didn't you say everything except the church disappeared?" I asked no one in particular. "Why is there another building there?"
"That's building is theeeeeee un-un umm?" Gasman gave me a confused look as he tried to explain the other building, in the end he let out a sigh. "I really don't know what the name of the building is but it is considered to be part of the church. Even thought it's not, but it just is. "
"Oh, OK" I raised an eyebrow. This is strange; a city has disappeared but its church and the building that is somehow part of the church is still here? Maybe because they could stay looking that the gothic place all day.
As I looked more closely, I noticed that the church was built with different style,; some looked to be in ruins while other parts were new, or semi new. It was mixture of old and older architecture. I just couldn't say new because everything here looks old to me. The church was home to the guy who saved my flock and me. I tried to remember his face but I just couldn't. Just that he was young, maybe early 20's or late teens. He did feel to be built under his clothes.
But that doesn't matter, what does matter is that he isn't trustworthy. After all, he knew about our wings, which was totally and stupidly my fault, he could easily turn into a threat.
Not to mention, Angel couldn't read his mind, which didn't make things better. Fang didn't trust him, but I don't why Fang just seem to really hate this man. The worst part is that he is a priest, so what to do? Other than to trust this completely religious stranger who lives in the year of the 1879?
I bet that he might come out as those lunatics, who want to sacrifice young innocent females. You never know with these religious people. Then there are the weird creatures he fought with, and then the ground had opened up and consumed the monster. That just doesn't happen.
I noticed that when we reached the church's fount door that the sky had finally to crackle with lighten. I looked at the incoming storm; we had a good six minutes before the storm hit us.
I got off the carriage with the umbrella open just in case, follow by Angel who carried Total in the basket which I used for my lunch, then Nudge who managed to be graceful, and then Gasman who gave the air a foul-smell as he got off.
"Hey, I was holding it for a while," Gasman defended his self as he walked up the stairs. While I tried to breathe clean air, instead of the dead corpse, I barely could breathe clean air.
"Wow," Nudge said while taking shallow breaths. "Gasman, I never knew that you could hold one."
"But Gazzy," Angel was looking Gasman directly in the eyes. "you know better than to pass gas in front of Mrs. Jones, or any other women from this time, right?"
"Yeah, I would hate for that to happen, again." Gasman sounded a little sad.
"What happened? What the Hell? I was gone a week and Gasman is not allowed to fart in front of people?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! GASMAN IS NAMED GASMAN FOR A REASON!"
"Get inside, Max.!" Fang had yell as he moved the carriage away from the entrance. Iggy was following him, too. "We will catch up, it's just that we have to secure the horses and the carriage."
"Sure!" I yelled back to him.
I opened the large wooden doors, which weighed like tons, so I opened it enough for me to enter.
That church was brightly lit, with hundreds of candle. The church was made form marble or some other white stone. It was a very beautiful place; everything was clean, polished, and in order. Some things were very simple, while others things were over the top. Candlesticks holders where carved to be very exaggerated and the benches were also carved to be exaggerated, too. The pillars all had a difference carving, like each one had a story carved. The wall were covered with paintings, each one a different size. This place, reminded me of a palace mix with a fun house.
"Yeah Max, it's a fun house" Angel commented, clearly showing that she read my mind, but she had the look of confusion. "Sorry, Giovanni, I didn't mean but..."
"Alright, I'm sorry Max for reading your mind."
I started to hear footsteps. I knew it was Father Gabriel Giovanni, so I prepared for the sight of the mysterious priest. His steps were getting closer and closer, until he was right in front of me.
What the? How can this guy be a priest?
He looked very different from the last time, I had seen him. For one thing, I don't remember him being so hot. He had dark brown hair, nearly black, and it was cut in a professional way . His eyes, oh his eyes, were the best good-looking eyes that I had ever seen on any guy. They were a beautiful shade of brown. This priest wasn't old, in fact he looked to be more built then I remember. He was still wearing the black priest robe, with a white collar.
I was stuck in my little world, until he bowed in front of me.
What the????
I offered my hand to shake, and he curious look when he stretched out his lean rough hand.
He greeted, "I am Father Gabriel Giovanni, but I prefer Father Giovanni or Giovanni if you like." His English was perfect, but he had a little British accent.
"I'm M-Lissa Lionheart." I wasn't sure what name to use, my real name or my stupid alias name.
"Don't fret about it." Giovanni had a very cool voice that sounded like a cool breeze. "Maximum Ride, I will call everyone by their real names in privative, but in public their alias. Mind you, Lissa Lionheart doesn't sound dim, it's a lovely name."
"How did you? Did you just read my mind?" I began.
"I will explain later, since we have a lot to talk about. However, before we start, I shall inform you that that these walls housed certain guests when it rains. Just be expecting them, now we shall wait on Fang and Iggy."
If on cue, the door had fully opened with noise of the rain and thunder. All of us had turned our heads at the sound. Fang was dripping wet, but this time different because Fang was wet in cowboy clothing. So was Iggy, but I wasn't looking at him.
To describe a wet Fang in Cowboy outfit in one word, HOT .
"Someone is coming!" Fang had yelled this more at Giovanni. "I thought we should prepare for their arrival."
"I am well aware of that, however I shall not want all of you to worry about them. If you would please, follow me." Giovanni assured
Besides the lighting storm, I could feel the ground a shaking a little harder than before. This indicated that someone is quite a large crowd.
Giovanni added, "Please, allow me to show you the way to the study."
He led us to the far end of the church. The church was built just like the one in New York; except everything was more over the top. Ether way, our steps were rather loud, if you'd asked me.
Then we reached a wall, which was covered in paintings.
"Great, a dead end."
"Not really," Giovanni said while he reached over to a large painting which had a nun on it, who was crying. "It's an shortcut." He had swung the portrait to its side, and inside there was a tunnel.
"Please," Giovanni winked at us, "keep it a secret."
That so hot. I heard a sigh from Nudge.
The tunnel wasn't made of dirt but tile. Well, from what I could see from the light. The tile seemed to show people, angels, some creatures, and other things that to belong to the bible. Either way, you could tell someone put a lot of effort in to this. Plus, the tunnel was nineteen feet in diameter, and looked to be a very long tunnel.
Giovanni had grabbed a candlestick holder from one of the many tables,
"I will go first, and then follow by Max, then Gasman who would never so be so kind to hold on to his sister."
"Hey, I can take care of myself." said Angel
"I have no doubt of that, but Angel, please heed my warning, close your mind to all other voices. As you are able to read people, there are certain things that can enter your mind. Some will help you, others will kill you. But in this case, I wouldn't risk it."
Alright, I feel funny about the tunnel, there's something funny about the tunnel.
"Why should we follow you, priest?" Fang hissed, who was ready to attack Giovanni.
"Why? Or why not?" assumed Giovanni
"You're leading down a dark tunnel that no one knows about? Which you told us so willingly? Then the fact that you haven't react NORMALLY when you found out about our wings? BESIDES, WHY SHOULD WE TRUST YOU?" yelled Fang
"Fang or Justin, why should I trust you, clearly you have a distaste for me. Why, I should trust six homeless, parent less winged children and a winged talking dog? Any person would have run away and would have hunted you down and call you demons indeed of children. Because I was homeless and parentless at one point. Though I may not have wings, but....."
Giovanni smiled, his smile reminding me of someone but I couldn't remember. He was like a child who had a secret and wanted to tell but can't.
"We are going to have a talk soon and we will tell things that both of us have kept hidden for so long. So I made the choice first, and Fang, the reason you should trust me."
"Do you have a choice, in the matter?" stated Giovanni.
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