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Chapter 9
I stared at Mom like she was crazy. There was no way that those nightmarish pictures were my past. Although that might explain why they felt so familiar. No Max, bad Max! I scolded myself. I couldn't accept that my past was this horrific. Then again, that dark figure I keep drawing is pretty hot.
"Are you sure?" I asked
"Positive." My heart sank.
"How can you be positive? You said you didn't know anything about my past!" I yelled.
"I know what you've told me." My shoulders slumped. So it was true. No wonder my subconscious didn't want to remember my past. Then the image of the dark figure flashed in my mind again. Well, not all. You know, I've really have to give him a name. Hey, maybe Mom will know.
I took the sketch book, or rather, memory book, from Mom and flipped to one of my drawing of him.
"If you know my past, then tell me who he is." I said, pointing at his picture. Mom seemed to be debating on what to say.
"I'm sorry Max. I can't tell you that." She said finally.
"Why not?" She ignored my question.
"You need to start doing exercises with your wings." Looks like that subject is close. I listened as she began to instruct me of how to do wing exercises, but part of my mind was still thinking of my picture. I finally settled on a name for that mysteries figure. I decided to name him Dark Angel.
