Chapter 10 of I Hate Wonder Woman
(A/N: Don't forget about the plot twist contest! MESSAGE me for your guess and of it is right, you win! Sorry it's so short but I felt like I needed to update.)
Time slowed down again, dripping like wax, moving like I was running in quicksand. Like the sands of time had stopped. As if a turtle was running. Like putting a PVR on slow-motion.
Okay. The poeticness ended there. I know you guys really want to know what becomes of me. Do I live? Die? Become a paraplegic?
...But of course, you know what happens; the author can't kill off the main character... But that's just denial. I really die, you knew that. I'm dead. In fact, you're dead too.
Inception.
Okay... I'll let you guys stop hanging on the edge of your seats now.
Or not.
Have you ever started eating something really good that was a treat, then get satisfied, then full, then fuller, then nauseatingly full, and know that you ate too much, but kept eating? Have you ever thrown up from it before?
I have, once. It wasn't pleasant. For me or any parties involved.
But that's how I felt now. It started out fine. Then things started to get bad, and it wasn't my fault. Then, it got worse and worse, because I couldn't control myself.
Yeah.
Lovely metaphor right?
Okay. I'll let you guys relax now.
In a second it was over.
All over.
Everything that was happening ended.
Everything went black...
...totally black...
...because I closed my eyes in terror.
With a giant oomph, I landed on Iggy, Fang and Darren, bringing them all to the ground underneath me. I cried out as I landed quite awkwardly, but I felt much worse for my three saviors. I was light for my height, five foot eight and 117 lbs., but still, I fell from three stories high. Before standing up, I collected my breath for a second, and did my best to lurch myself off of them. At this point, the spell of everyone watching in astounded silence was broken. People rushed in like a flood to grab us. For me, it was mostly guys, which I wasn't super happy about but didn't really care, and Fang was mostly girls. Why-? A thorn of jealousy hit me. But why would i be jealous? He stood up chivalrously, and poor Iggy and Darren were ignored by everyone but their respective girl friends.
I started off to see Iggy and Darren, but I almost collapsed when I stepped on my ankle wrong. Again, a throng of guys rushed forward.
"Are you okay Max?" One of them asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Whatever." I replied, brushing them off and shoving them away. My fingers touched the back of my neck, sending a stinging sensation through me. The wounds were bleeding a good amount, but not an arterial flow. They didn't seem deep enough to warrant medical care or stitches, just a good cleaning and bandages. Fun. I would have to stop the bleeding though.
"I called the police, Max!". Said anoter person, this one a girl, who was clutching a phone in her hand. There were both groans and cheers. No one wanted the party to get busted, I guess, but no one wanted the creep to get away either.
Sure enough, on cue the beginning notes of sirens pierced the air. At this point, I realized that the music had stopped, and people were floodig out, the crowd beginning to dissipate. I guessed that everyone here could get in big trouble, as there was underage drinking going on and people smoking pot. I separated from my slowly shrinking crowd and limped over to Iggy and Darren.
Iggy, who seemed to have sobered up some from the accident winced at me, as if his hangover had already begun. "We need to go. Now." He told me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I told him. I tore off my shirt, leaving me in my tank top, and wrapped it around my neck. "I mean, I might have twisted my ankle, but only maybe. And the cuts will only need a bandaid or two."
"What cuts?" Fang asked, appearing beside me without any forewarning. How did he always do that? I had great hearing!
"He cut my neck. Thats why I had to jump." I explained.
"So he was really serious about killing you?" J.J. asked, terrified.
"Yeah. Why else would I jump off a balcony three stories up?" I said shortly. I didn't mean to be rude, but I was in pain. "Sorry." I added.
"It's okay." She told me. "but you guys really should leave I'm the driver, so bye." The police sirens were getting louder and louder. They'd be here any second. J.J dashed off to a small crowd of people.
I looked to Fang and Iggy. "Are you guys okay?"
"Completely." Fang said.
"Well, my arm hurts some," Iggy replied. " Probably your fault. But I'm fine."
I shrugged apologetically. "I can't walk right now. My ankle hurts. Of course, it'll be better soon, but right now it bites."
"I'll help you out." Fang said softly. "But we'll have to take a detour. The police will be here in less than a minute."
"And if they see us, we're in trouble." Iggy finished. "Let's go."
Fang took ahold of my hand, and wrapped it around his shoulders. I leaned onto him a bit so I could balance myself better. By this time, the police lights were in the drive way, but luckily, we wouldn't be noticed. "Hold on tight." Fang joked as he wrapped his arm around my waist and we took off. The three of us hobbled as fast as we could towards the car. We slipped in after a few minutes of awkward dashing, and drove off in the opposite direction of our house because that's were the police were coming from.
We drove in silence for a few moments as Fang drove to a road that would lead us home. Then I realized it was silent. As in Iggy wasn't talking. Which was less unusual than Nudge not talking, but still strange. I turned around to check on him. He was splayed across the back seat but still buckled in, passed out cold. I stifled a small laugh.
"Fang?" I asked at a red light. He looked at me. "Can we leave him in the car overnight?"
Fang gave another small grin. "Sure. I mean, he would probably get hypothermia, but whatever, right?"
"No!" I shouted, playfully hitting my arm. "That's not okay. I don't want him dea-. Hurt. I don't want him hurt." I turned to loom out the window.
FANG:
I stared at Max from the corners of my eyes when I could. What had that been about? She was joking around, then she was like that. Just staring, glassy eyed into space. I wondered what was wrong.
Until she snapped out of it a few moments later, I pondered about her. She seemed open, but like a box of mysteries wrapped into one. Quite the paradox.
When she said that she had a sister, had seeming to be the operative word. And then having a hard time joking about Iggy dying... And didn't she mention something about someone dying earlier last week, when I was sleep delirious.
Then it clicked. How could I have been so stupid.
Her sister had died.
I noticed that Max had finally resurfaced about ten minutes from home. Snow flurries were beginning to corkscrew down from the pitch black sky, invisible except for when my headlights shone on them. I heard a soft sound beside me. I looked over to see Max, rubbing her hands up and down her arms shivering softly lips slightly blue tinged. Her breaths were slightly shaky.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"Y-y-yeah." She said. " I'm just c-cold. I forgot that I didn't bring a coat. And I kinda spent fifteen minutes out in the cold."
"Do you want me to turn the heat up? Were almost home." I asked.
There was a snort from the back seat and the and Iggy rolled over. I prayed that he wasn't going to puke on the car. We had saved up for ages to buy our half of it.
"Don't, please." Max asked. "It's numbing my wounds. I need to bandage my boo-boos."
"Max," I asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." She replied as we pulled into the driveway. "I'm good."
I pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the door, hooking my arms under Iggy's and dragging him out. The door slammed at the other side of the car, and Max exited, grabbing Iggy's legs and helping me hoist him up the front steps.
"I was really worried tonight." I told Max. "I thought you were going to die."
"I'm fine." Max replied tersely. "Thanks."
"But you could have died." I pressed.
"Well, I didn't."
"You really don't care?" I asked, annoyed.
"Sure. I'm glad you're worried." Max dropped Iggy's legs and they hit the icy cement with a dull thud. That was going the hurt tomorrow. "Give me the keys."
I shrugged, gesturing that my hands were full, so she pulled them out of my pocket and walked upstairs.
Gosh, what was with women?