A little apology from me...
…and good reason for one, too.
*Ahem.*
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO GO ON FANFICTON RECENTLY!
I am really sorry to keep you waiting for my next installment. See, I haven't been able to access Fanfiction for over a month because my siblings hogged the computer at first… then there was an internet failure… then I forgot my password… and then I realized that everything I'd written was on a different computer.
There. Now that you know the reason for the delay, I hope you won't be mad at me!
But in my lapse of FF withdrawal, I came up with several new ideas and a less crummy ending to the story!
No more reason to keep you waiting now! Enjoy.
My mom gaped.
"Anne…?"
I stood up, all leaderly-like.
"Yeah. We're busting out of here."
Max shook her head. "Anne, we've been trying to get out for ages. You've gotta have a really good plan for it to work."
Everyone looked shocked.
Fang sighed and threw up his arms in exasperation.
"If even Max has given up, this must be serious," Angel contemplated.
"Argh! Shut up Angel!"
Fang smirked. "So much for mellowing," he murmured to Iggy.
"I heard that. So, what's your plan?"
I smiled.
"There is no plan. We're gonna wing it."
Lissa sipped her English tea while gloating over her victory.
She finally had everything: wealth, fame in the scientific community, and of course, Fang.
"Err, Lissa?"
Lissa scowled. "What do you want, Dari?"
Dari was the only flaw in her scheme. He was growing a bit too rebellious for her taste. Pretty soon, she would need to have him eliminated.
Not before making another clone, of course.
But as Dari stood uncomfortably in the doorway, Lissa realized something was wrong.
That's when the alarm in the west wing went off.
"Impossible! They can't have escaped!" Lissa screeched.
"But I thought they were being stored in the north wing…" Dari said.
"That doesn't matter! They're getting away!"
Meanwhile, Fang was creeping down a hallway, while Angel accessed the minds of the guards.
"That's it," she mentally urged him on. "Wait, stop at this corner!"
Fang froze just in time to watch some guards pass by inches from his nose.
"Okay, all clear."
Fang continued down the corridor.
Finally, he made it to the rendezvous point: a blind spot hidden from cameras and guards by a table pressed against the wall. Quickly, Fang slid underneath.
We all silently cheered when Angel relayed back to us that he had made it safely.
"All right, Anne, your turn," she said.
"I nodded, doubtful now that this would work. After all, I didn't have invisibility on my side.
Nudge concentrated for a moment, and the metallic tumblers inside the door clicked open again.
"Go," she said. "I can't keep it like this for long."
I slid through the door carefully, letting Angel guide me through camera blind spots. I just had to pray that a guard wouldn't happen upon me, or I would be dead.
Finally, the table was in sight. All I had to do was cross the hall-
But then my supersonic ears heard footsteps. They were far away, but then again, the guard only had to turn the corner and see me before the plan would be ruined.
What plan? Said Angel.
You're right, I thought back to her.
I gathered up my nerves and dashed under the table.
Soon, as planned, we were joined by Nudge, Gazzy, Grampa- er, Iggy, and Angel carrying a dog.
"Where'd he come from?" I said, motioning toward the ratty looking thing.
"Watch your mouth, missie," said the dog.
And I had been beginning to think I saw everything.
Finally, Max arrived, carrying an unconscious Mom.
"She passed out again?" I inquired.
Max sighed. "I guess she can't handle this."
"Well anyway," I began, "We're almost out. According to Angel, one more corner stands between us and freedom!"
We silently cheered.
"So…now what do we do?" said Fang.
I smiled.
Then, I told them the rest of the plan.
They smiled too.
We sprinted for the door.
And those guards never saw what hit them.
Soon, the door was at our backs and our wings were tilted toward the sky.
I looked back at our prison.
It was a large building, like a cross between a castle and a hospital. It overlooked the ocean and sat atop a very high cliff. In fact, the front door led right off it.
Now, I'm grateful Max was grafted with wings instead of, say, froglegs.
Because that would have been a very long drop.
Unfortunately, Lissa didn't have wings.
Forgetting the design of her own fortress, she charged out the front door to find her feet leaving the ground. She hung there for a moment, like one of those cartoon characters.
Then she plummeted.
It would have been too late to save her, even if we wanted to.
