Charlotta's POV:
Sweat poured down my face as I ran towards him. My lips smashed against his, and I sighed with relief. I kissed his neck. I kissed his forehead. I buried my face in his hair.
"Oh Mason." He moaned into my neck. That was one Fang's special nickname for me. And I loved it. He slowly kissed up my jaw line and put his forehead against mine, when he got to my lips.
"I freaking love you." He managed out through kisses as he placed them on my lips. "As I do to you." I replied smirking.
He looked up, as his face started moving away. I pulled his face back to mine. "Don't go babe." I told him frowning into the kiss. "I gotta go Mase." He said. This was his more frequent nickname for me. But I liked the nickname 'Mason' better though. I could tell that, soon it would be our shared last name. I liked that idea.
All of a sudden Fang broke away from me and bitch slapped me across the face. "Fang!" I shout. His calm, cool, and collected face was replaced by the furious, pissed, and ticked face of the oh-so-famous Maximum Ride. I screamed and ran the other way. I opened the nearest door. I opened it, and fell. I fell and fell until I fell into the School.
"Fang will propose soon." One said. "Yes. Charlotta and Fang are much better then Max and Dylan have ever been, or ever will be. Are they still together Jeb? Max and Dylan? They better be, or else Dylan was a waste of 18 million dollars. But you see, when Fang left Max we knew we had to make another hmm? They have been programmed; well at least Charlotta has, to fall in love. To get married one day. To have children with wings. To start another Flock." Said another.
"Yes. Oh look boys. We have a visitor." He said. People liked to call this scientist Jeb. I liked to call this scientist Father. Or Dad. Or Daddy. You get the picture. He said that I had a half-sister. I still do not know who she is. Or if she has the same last name as me. I don't have the same last name as my father. He gave me my mother's name when I was created. When I was born, I had been genetically altered to grow very quickly, and then slow down in aging and growing when I became 17. My first birthday that I celebrated was when I was 17. Want to know how many days i had been on earth when I turned 17? 1 day.
"Why hello Charlotta. How are you today sweetheart?" Jeb asked me. "Fine thank you Daddy." I told him. "Just out of curiosity, hon, how much of our conversation did you hear?" He asked me, sounding nervous.
"Oh, just the part about the fact that me and Fang are going to have an arranged marriage." I told him cheery. He stared at me like I was crazy. "And, you're okay with that?" He sounded distant.
"Of course not!" I told him. My voice sounded distant. Hmm.
"Mase? Where are you Mason? Charlotta?" Fang shouted. "With my father Fang!"
He fell down the door and joined me. "Hello Jeb." He nodded curtly. "Fang." Dad replied.
"Fangie!" I cried. "Daddy says our marriage is to be arranged! That we, that I, are programmed to love each other." I told him breaking down.
"Who gives a crap?" He replies. "I don't even love you Charlotta. I never did. Just givin' the scientists a show. I only love Max." He told me like it was no big deal. Like he was telling me weather. "Oh, and didn't Jeb ever tell you who your half-sister is? It's Max. The one and only Maximum Ride." He laughed at the surprised expression on my face. He extended his midnight wings and took off through the roof.
"Fang!"
"Charlie! Charlie! Lot! Charlotta Chanel, wake up!" Fang -or at least I think Fang- shouted. "Fang?" I heard myself mumble. I opened my eyes to see - not Fang - but Dylan standing above me a cup of water in his hands.
"Nice to see that you're awake." He said bitterly. "What's up with you?" I ask him.
"Oh Fangie, I loooove you." Dylan said in a high voice. I blushed. He continued. "So, so so soooo much Fangie!"
"Okay, that's enough now." I told Dylan. I got up off my cot on the floor and stretched as Dylan made the bed. We stayed in a motel overnight, and guess who won rock, paper, scissors? That's right, Dylan. He couldn't be a gentleman and let me sleep on the bed, and him on the floor. Nooo, he couldn't, could he?
"I cannot believe you!" Dylan muttered. "You still love him." He looked disgusted. I bundled up the blankets that I had been sleeping on and threw them at Dylan. "Who are you to be talking?" I reply voice rising. "What are you talking about Lot?" He yelled.
"You still love Max, don't you?" I yell, breaking down a little. Dylan didn't say anything. "That's what I thought." I turned around and walked into the bathroom to fix my hair. I hadn't had an 'episode' in 24 hours. I hoped that it wouldn't happen again. I walked out to see Dylan, sitting on the bed watching some T.V. show.
"Care to explain?" He got up and leaned casually against the window. "No. Do you?" I snarled back. He shook his head sadly. "Bye Lot." He said. He walked towards the window and paused.
"Wait!" I shout. "What does Lot mean?"
"Oh. It's your nickname." And he jumped out the window. I ran to the window and suck my head out. He was dropping like a rock.
"Dylan, no!" I shout. "Help! My wings... aren't... working!" He yelled. I could see the determination on his face as he tried to move his wings up and down. It sounded like he was having trouble breathing. I jumped out of the window and extended my blue-gray wings and soared after him. I was almost to him when I could feel the back of my neck tingling.
"Crap." I muttered. I could feel claws coming out of my fingertips. I could feel my teeth getting longer and pointer. I smiled cruelly. I dug my claws into Dylan's wings and dragged them down slowly. I let out a laugh as he cried out in pain. I got in front of him and put my claws through his arms and lifted him up. I smiled angelically and batted my eyelashes.
"Time to die!" I sung out. I landed on the ground and threw him across the concrete. He laid there gasping for breath. I stalked toward the sound of his whimpers. I straddled him to the ground, my knees on his elbows. I bent down and placed a small quick kiss on his lips. I pulled back up and smiled. I took my claw and dug it in to the skin of his face. He screamed in agony.
"Lot! You don't know what you're doing! Stop! Now!" He yelled. "Whose Lot?" I asked tilting my head to side, looking perplexed. "You!" He shouted. "Oh," I nodded, "yes, me. I am Lot. And Lot shall kill you." I smiled and tiled my head to the side a little bit more. I know I looked like the devil. And I scared him out of his mind. I put my arms to his wings and lifted him up. I flew up 100 or so feet and yanked back, clearly breaking his wings. He smashed into the ground as I let go. I flew down gracefully. I lifted his shirt up and looked at his muscled six-pack. I drew a picture with his blood on his stomach, singing. All of a sudden, the tingling in the back of my neck returned. I fell to the ground and twitched violently and then returned to normal. My clothes were torn and bloody. I crawled towards Dylan and screamed at the sight of what I had done. He was almost dead. I called 911 quickly.
"Hurry! My friend is dying!" I shout into the phone.
"Where are you?" The 911 dispatch said. I explained where we were. She stayed on the phone with me until the ambulance arrived and tried to take him.
"What is his name?" One of them shouted.
"Dylan! Dylan Mason! He's my husband!" I shouted. I begged them to take me with them and they finally let me because I was his 'wife.' I held his hand on the way to the hospital. As soon as we got there, they very quickly took him away to the emergency room to operate. Time seemed to move in slow motion. The doctor walked out of the operating room, walking very slowly. I really hate that walk. I've seen it one too many times.
"Mrs. Mason, I have bad news. Your husband most likely won't survive the night." I fell to my knees. "Can," I gulped for breath, "can I stay with him?"
"Of course." The doctor walked away, more quickly now. I fell to the ground all the way now and laid there for a minute or two.
"Help! My brother needs help! His name is Iggy!" The oh so famous Maximum Ride shouted.