Here's the next chapter, and I wanted to thank everyone again for all the support. Here's the next chapter, and I apologize in advance if it is short, but this is actuallyout of my vacation time. Also, there is no begining look in with Anabell and Ella, but ti does end with one. Well, read and most importantly, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I dis all claims of Maximum Ride and those associated characters.
Blue eyes opened hazily, not surprised to find thew same dank, grizzly cell she had woken up to for the past.... How long had it been? The small blonde wasn't sure how many days her imprisonment had lasted, but she knew that it was entirely too long.
Her feathers were limp and filthy, barely hangiong on her frail, slight wing bones. The girl was sure of she had the chance to try and fly, she would just bite the dust, and her fragile bones would splinter under the attempt.
'If I escape at all.' The thought echoed menacingly around Angel's tired brain before she could stop it.
Suddenly, a loud bang resonated through the small, enclosed space, making the ocean eyed girl flinch involuntarily.
Heavy combat boots hit the floor with a rhythmic thump-thump, making Angel's insides churn with fear. She wanted Max and Fang appear. She wanted to hear Iggy's infamous cackling followed by the tell-tale sound of a bomb detonating, and the sound of this place crumbling down around those damned scientists ears.
But none of that happened, instead a man with a cleanshaven face, and buzz-cut salt-and-pepper hair stepped forward to disrobe himself of the swathing shadows. He pulled back his ruddy lips in half sneer, half grimace, the only reaction form the experiment was the raising of a petite eyebrow. If there was one thing Angel had learned through watching Max anad Fang at the school was to never let them know that they were getting to you.
The man turned his head sharply, the cracking of the tendon in his neck making it apparent that it wasn't just the girl's exhausted mind playing tricks on her.
"Where are they? We swept the whole forest, looked up every god damned tree there is. We can't find your little friends. I heard you have these freaky mind powers, can't you track them or some shit?" The man barked, his voice coming out coarse and harsh from what the prisoner guessed was a lifetime of military training. She wasn't completely sure she was suppose to answer as hazed eyes latched on to the three thick lines of scar tissue that gleamed in the low light of the dank prison.
"i-I can't track them, I swear."
The man snarled and the turned sharply on his heels, and said in a menacing voice that bounced off the damp walls of this personal hell that Angel was trapped in.
"We'll find them. Even if we have to turn over moss covered rock and stone in this country, we will win this war. You hear me little girl?"
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Anabell gaped. Angel was alive!
"See? Max's gut has never been wrong before, and this is just an example. Angel was definetly alive, and was inprisoned in a prisoner of war camp, thoughshe was kept in a high security section that only top war generals and other major war conspirators." Ella nodded knowingly.
Anabell turned shocked eyes towards her grandmother. She guessed she would simply have to learn to trust these kids alittle more; after all the were extraoridnary for making it this far.
And there it is. Please review and I hope you enjoyed!