Chapter Eleven

Marlene's POV

We were flying again, and I was less than happy. Do I remind you of someone? Yeah, I didn't think so. Now, I'm not one for pros and cons lists because I go into too much detail but as long as I'm quoting October . . .

Pros

(I'm putting these first just to be different)

I had wings

I was alive

I had a deck of cards in my pocket

I . . . Am at the wrong point in the book. Now, how many of you caught that? Huh? Huh? Anyone?

Jeez, you guys really need to brush up on your Maximum Ride history. As the few of you who have actually read the book know we were no where close to being in the air again. Actually after October left we continued to stuff ourselves with food until we finally couldn't eat anymore. What a refreshing feeling!

"I'm stuffed," Fang announced, dropping his fork into an empty can.

"No fnick," I muttered. "Alright guys, who's up for a bit of R&R?"

"Are you kidding?! We have to go and save Angel!" Max said. "Besides, didn't we clarify I was the leader of the Flock?" I smiled sheepishly and mentally slapped myself.

Ow, October muttered in my head. Then she laughed evilly. So how does it feel to have me popping up in your head? Huh? Botherbotherbother...

I skillfully ignored October and continued my reply to Max's, -shall we say territorial for lack of better word?- statement.

"Sorry, Max. I, uh, just know we're gonna hang out here for a while." Stupid future seeing! Stupid memory! Stupid book!

Wow, hold up girl. You're beginning to sound like me.

"Oh, right," Max said, glowering at me in a 'keep your thoughts to yourself' way. I needed to find a way to express my visions without sounding all leaderly . . . Or Max was going to have to relax (haha, that rhymed!) her guard a tinsy itty bit. Ha! Maximum Ride never drops her guard! So I would need to get over my own leaderly instincts.

Lemme guess, October said dryly. You were like a lioness or something in another life. Right?

I think I was a wolf. And I was pack leader whatever I was.

Yeah, whatever you say. -

Don't you have Erasers to blow up?

"Uh, Violet? Hello?" Nudge poked me with the non-pointy tip of her fork.

"Huh?! Oh, sorry! M-y head is being taken over by Coral's thoughts." I smiled and scraped the bottom of the can for whatever was left. There wasn't any. How could I eat so much?! I was, like, beating Daniel! And he ate everything!

"What are they doing?" Max asked sounding a bit worried. She should be more than a bit worried. I tilted my head to the side.

"Right now? They are potting revenge against us. You know, Iggy and Gazzy because we left them Coral because we made her go back?" Max nodded looking convinced.

"Hey, Max, I think Violet is right." Say whaaaa'? "We aren't going anywhere on full stomachs. Besides, we need to rest up before we can go and get Angel." The longest speech I'd ever hard Fang make. Brownie points for him. Max looked a little taken aback but after a minute nodded.

"Guess so. Okay guys! Pick your couch! Rest up! We leave in an hour!" Yeah right, I might as well take over the bedroom- Heey. Not a bad idea, Marlene. Yes I know, thank you Marlene.

You're talking to yourself.

Nope, I'm talking to you.

"No one would be offended if I took the bedroom, right?" I asked, standing up and grabbing the box of cards.

"We won't be staying that long," Max said.

"Okay dokey," I agreed in a 'you keep on thinking that' tone. "Anyone know what time it is?"

The time is know.

"Gee, thanks Yoda!" I said out loud. Everyone stared at me, like I belonged in some sort of wacky shack or something. "Sorry."

"Are you sure Coral isn't killing anyone?" Nudge asked. I nodded.

"I'm sure. Well, she isn't killing Gazzy and Iggy if that's what you mean."

"It's about three thirty, maybe four," Fang guessed. He glanced around and saw the clock above the oven. "Scratch that; it's five." So we get up at about oh-dark-thirty which roughly translates to five AM?

Very good! You are a Maximum Ride math speech . . . Uh person.

Wow sad. OK, so I get about . . . OMG! I'! Hahahaha!!!!

"What's going on now?" Nudge asked, looking at me like I was some sort of TV show.

"Coral just punched Iggy, nothings broken. But it must've hurt." Nudge flinched. "And now . . ."

Something about an anti-perv closet! October jumped into my head. And an emo corner!

"Something about a take-over-the-world corner."

Wonder if it belongs to Angel... October muttered.

"Take over . . . The world? Gazzy, Iggy, and Coral? Oh God, we're doomed," Fang said.

"Yeah, probably. Come on guys, let's clean this up and then get some shut eye." Max stood up and gathered as many cans as she could hold. I took the rest and we dumped them in the recycling bin in one corner of the room. (Insert Dr. M. screaming STOP THE MADNESS! Sorry... you don't know what that means.)

"Ok," Nudge said, standing up and proceeding to flop onto the nearest recliner chair. "This ones mine." Fang stood up and walked over to one of the smaller-ish couches (there were two couches and two recliner thingies). Max and I glanced at each other and I gestured at the couch.

"I'll take the recliner."

"Fair warning, I have intense dreams that I'm killing Erasers, so if you hear screaming or find that you are suddenly being punched and kicked . . . It's probably me," Nudge said through a yawn. I dragged the recliner far away from her and dropped into it. Using my epic balance skills (hey, where'd I get those?) I pushed out the little foot rest thingy and leaned forward without making it push back in. I started on a game of Corner Solitaire.