Taken

by FangOwns

The Flock is living with Max's sister Ella and her Mom. Then, Flyboys attack the new school they are attending and the Flock is forced to leave. What happens when Max is abducted and what happens when they meet and old enemy? Fax and Eggy.R&R. First Fanfi

13. Chapter 13

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Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Maximum. Ride!!!!

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Max's POV:

I awoke upon hearing a metallic clanging sound from somewhere inside the cave. I literally jumped onto my feet, looking around. I found Iggy preparing breakfast, the source of the clanging sound had been a metal pan that we had filched from a general store before I had been captured by the flyboys. I relaxed, well; I suppose that's not really true. I became slightly less tense.

Fang stirred next to me, and tried to sit up. He immediately fell back to the ground, groaning in pain. I moved to his side.

"What's wrong?"

Fang's face was pale, and his jaw was clenched.

"Not…sure…" he gasped.

I put him in an upright position, and ripped off his shirt. I began unwinding the makeshift bandages rapidly. As I removed the last one, I noticed that the skin surrounding the cuts was a slight green.

I called Iggy over hastily, and he felt around the wounds.

"Some kind of poison," he said hesitantly, biting his lip, "I've never heard of it before. This is something new." He looked at me, and mouthed Itex.

Great! Just what I need!

"It must have been something on Larry's claws," I said, looking back at Fang's pale face.

Angel looked at me solemnly.

I don't know if there's a cure…

I grabbed my arm and pinched it hard; so hard that I began to see blood where I was pinching.

I took a few deep breaths, and tried to relax.

"Iggy," I said, my eyes closed, "get the sling, we need to get back to Arizona."

Iggy nodded wordlessly. After we had packed everything up, we took flight, Iggy and I carrying the sling where Fang lay, the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

About and hour later, we touched down in the back yard of my Mom's house. It was a weekend, so Ella and Dr. Martinez were home. I pounded roughly on the door, and rushed in before anyone could get the door.

My Mom and Ella stood up from where they had been sitting on the couch watching T.V., perplexed.

"Fang's dying!" I shouted desperately.

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AAAAARGH!!!!! Not again!!! Stupid Itex! Anyway, R&R, and don't forget to check out my new blog!