Realizing
Max's P.O.V
Sorry about the slow chapter I recently posted. I needed to get the story along and I was really busy. Thankfully, school is over for me and I'll try to update. I will leave for some vacations and sleepover camp. Maybe, I will be able to update each story at least once before I leave. I'm not sure many people care. I do want to warn you, that this chapter may contain some… semi- inappropriate content. It's very brief, but important. Please, review! I need opinions and one review makes my day. Also, I have a poll up on which story I should update next. I have writer's block, but if people want me to update, I'll push myself to my limit. Also, review on my other story, The Tale of Two Schools, because I need ideas. Thank you so much, valued readers. Also check out Lady Cocoa, emeraldvj, or Cookiemonster2001 for their amazing stories, which are better than my own. Thank you, so much!
I should really visit a therapist or a physiatrist. I can't begin to imagine what they would say after I tell them about the past couple of days. If I told her about my Flock and my fight against the School, I would be put in a straightjacket. Even if the doctor him/herself was a mutant, they would look at me funny.
My head made contact with the ground, even though Fang's arm encircled my waist. All I heard was Alida's gasp and Fang's breathing, I see nothing but flashing lights and faint silhouettes, even though I should be out cold. You see, my little childrens, my anatomy is so messed up, that I can't even pass out when my head is throbbing from hitting the ground.
My mouth tries to form words but it refuses to comply. Nothing seemed to function except my head. I wanted to black out as the throbbing turned to extreme pain, as if a wrecking ball was slapping me. The bright light became so intense that the outline of Fang began to disappear.
At this point, I became couldn't decide whether or not I was dreaming or hallucinating. At first, the light narrowed to a single point. I immediately had thought I had died. Though I knew it would lead me to death, but I had the urge to just give in. It was like a bell-like voice chanting softly in my ear.
The light, almost like a rising sun, began to go up, until it was right above me. I looked down, but I couldn't see myself, only exponential darkness. The light grew until it blinded me. I seemed to float up out of murky waters and began to hear voices. I could see myself, but I could see everything. I could see my distressed and younger face.
An out of body experience, suggested Jeb.
What do you want?
I want you to see something.
See what?! (If you've seen Star Trek, this will seem like a familiar line from Nero (: )
Jeb stopped talking. I sighed and looked around the extremely familiar room. It was definitely the School, but I couldn't figure out the time. My entire Flock lay strapped to their beds. I take a quick count to see that Angel was missing. Was it truly four years ago?
Watch closely, Jeb commanded.
I was about to make some witty comeback when some scientist walked into the white room. He was rolling some cart in front him, it stacked with lab equipment. He rolls it up to a door on the other side of the room. He took a key out and unlocked the door. Nudge twitched in her medically induced sleep. The scientist pushed the metal door and walked in. I tried to follow, but something kept me in place.
He walked back out and grabbed handles that connected to my bed. The man wheeled me into the room and shut the door.
What the heck is going on?!
No answer. About 10 minutes later, the man walked out yet again and wheeled Fang in. I was bristling, my fists clenching. Another long, ten minute wait until the man finally exited the room. He wiped his brow and removed his surgical mask. It his two hands were two seemingly empty vales. Each one had a label on it.
In his left was one labeled 'Egg' and the other labeled 'Sperm.' Now, I'm not gonna go through the birds and bees, but we all know this is getting bad.
That- that doesn't prove anything… I think shakily.
Alright.
The scene changes, and I see a cage. The top is slightly higher than a large crate. I was able to move, so I peer into the cage. Inside, was I tiny, baby girl. She had short, silky black hair. Her innocent eyes stared down. They were identical to mine. A tear streaked down her face. Her skin was marked with bruises and angry scratches. Dark circles hugged her chocolate brown eyes.
That's the same girl that you call Alida. Subject 14.7B was an astounding success.
I didn't even try to act mad. I just stared at my supposed daughter. I couldn't distinguish what I was feeling. What would Fang think? Would he even believe the truth?
You must rest, Jeb commanded, reminding of the good ol' days when Jeb was my loving father.
No!
Instantly, my world went black. I'm getting so tired of this.
Light shone through my eyelids. I didn't want to move my lazy butt from the comfortable bed. A thin blanket covered me, no thicker than a sheet of paper but suddenly that was too much. My headache returned and everything became too hot. My clothes felt like wearing winter coats in the middle of summer. I began writhing around as if I was having a seizure. A cool hand gently touched my forehead.
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes. Fang's hand gently pushed my sweat caked hair out of my face. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. My heart rate began to decrease and a wave of cold crashed onto me. Before I can recover from the sudden temperature change, the events of my dream come rushing back to me.
It's just a dream.
We both know that it's not a dream.
Sadly, Jeb was right. I was almost 100% sure that Alida had my blood running in her veins. If I asked my mom to test our blood and DNA, I would receive the information that I already knew and scare my mom.
"Fang?" I whispered
He gently placed a kiss on my cheek and nodded into my hair. I use my elbow to try to sit up, Fang's hand on my shoulder. I catch a glimpse of Fang's room.
"Careful," he commanded, pushing me back down and hands me a cup of water. On the bedside table was a steaming bowl of soup.
I lean into his chest and began to shiver violently. My mind raced at the possible reactions of Fang. For all I know, he could shrug or leave forever. His emotions are still a mystery to me.
"Are you alright?" Fang asked as he hugged my shivering form.
"I had a dream," I tried as Fang handed me the soup.
I took a long, thoughtful sip, unsure of how to continue.
"It was about Alida."
Fang stopped stroking my hair and looked at me. I retold my dream to Fang, who remained stoic throughout the entire explanation. If it wasn't for his soft breathing, I would think he's dead. His eyes stayed fixated on the window across the room.
"Fang?" I asked after I finished retelling my dream.
He shook his head slowly as if every move was being carefully monitored. It was. Fang suddenly stood up, knocking me to the ground and quickly walked out of the room. I grabbed a windbreaker and followed him.
"Stop!" I called after him as he power-walked to the door.
A few quick steps build up his momentum enough to leap. He's in the air only a few seconds after me. That doesn't change the fact I can fly 200 miles an hour. Within seconds, I'm flying next to him.
"Please listen!" I commanded him.
He stopped flying forward and faced me. His eyes were a black ocean that flashed quickly with emotion.
Some days, he reminds me of a statue. Others, like earlier today, he's an open book, willing to smother me with unnecessary love and friendship. Iggy had once commented that he was like Spock, from Star Trek. Now, to those who don't know him, he's a Vulcan-Human hybrid. Vulcans are very logical and don't like to show emotions while humans can be more rash and emotional, thus making it hard for Spock to express emotion. At that point, I thought that Iggy, the new Trekkie, was out of his mind. Now… not so much.
Fang shook his head and answered, "Let me think," and flew off.
I stayed frozen, unsure of my next move. For all I know, Fang was subtly stepping out of our relationship. Maybe that was a good thing. Nothing happy seems to happen when we get into an intense relationship.
He probably needs time, I mentally reassured myself.
Dylan would be much more open, Jeb offered.
GO AWAY!
For once, Jeb shut up and let me think. I found no reason to float around and decided to return to my house. When I returned, the clock said 3:14. My stomach growled, but I wasn't in the mood to go out. I would risk the chance of seeing Fang.
Glumly, I grabbed a tub of ice cream and began to spoon the double chocolate fudge brownie into my mouth. Nothing like chocolate soothes the ol' heart.
No cliffhanger! I couldn't think of one! I said most of my mind in the beginning. No virtual cookies, cuz Cookiemonster2001 raided my pantry, I would give you chocolate, but LadyCocoa ate all of it and soup isn't appropriate for summer. So….. read on and virtual…. stick? -
