My computer crashed…and I mean…it crashed HARD! We had to buy an entirely new system. Sad huh? Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and I'll continue to update through the school year.
Song of the Day: For You by Staind
MAX POV
We crashed in Moe's Motel (original name I know!), our wings aching and our legs burning. Our tears had dried up long ago, but we still ended up sharing the same bed, my arms wrapped protectively around my baby.
"Max? Will we ever see them again?" Angel whispered, her voice sounding fragile.
She didn't use her full voice anymore. She simply communicated by thought and whispers. It hurt, but I understood.
I forced a smile. "No matter how bad things get, and I know we can count on them."
I felt the side of Angel's mouth quirk, so I continued, pushing myself into a sitting position in the process, "We will always be there, strong and aware, to help the other out."
My eyebrows knit, my voice hardened. I wonder if I was trying so hard to convince her or me.
She let out a broken sigh, rolled over, and was asleep in moments. I too sighed, remembering the flock that I had, only hours away. The quiet, loving Fang. The loud, hyper Nudge. The calm, helpful Iggy. The joking, odd Gazzy.
I switched off the lamp beside me and walked the short distance of my room to the bathroom. There, I switched on the fluorescent light, shut the door halfway, and nestled onto the armchair next to it.
This is going to be a looong watch, Max. At least try to stay awake.
Angel's screams awoke me from my light slumber. I snapped from my resting place to find our room covered in black.
No! Men in black were covering the room. Even some men were squatting on the floor!
"Max-hi-mum Ride," one of the things stated in a grating voice.
"Why can't any of you guys get my name right?" I snarled in disbelief, already crouching down.
"Max-hi-mum Ride," it repeated again.
"Yeah? I got that part," I snarled again before launching myself onto the nearest man.
These guys…weren't MEN. The thing I ran into was metal. I ended up hitting it so hard my teeth rattled inside my skull.
It moved about an inch while I tumbled to the floor, my head pounding.
Now the Metal Heads decided to move, they sprung upon my still form, successfully pinning me to the ground.
"They're metal," Angel screamed from the bed.
Thank you Captain Obvious!
"Max-hi-mum Ride," the thing stepped forward, standing over me.
Seraglio. A voice whispered in my head.
My eyes widened in shock and realization. The army! The one Fang had tried to destroy! Oh no! they'd found us.
My eyes sought Angel's out desperately. She too, knew. Tears swam in her bright blue eyes as she struggled against her captors.
The leader laughed at the sight of my epiphany. The laugh sent shivers down my spine.
"Max-hi-mum Ride. You are done," it added, its voice a feral hiss.
Then, he raised his boot, and brought it down upon my face.
FANG POV
"No!"
Angel's scream made me jump to my feet and look out beyond the horizon. It wasn't her real voice. It was probably a simple nightmare. I'd been having those lately.
But it her despair felt real. It felt as if she was right there, in Paris, in desperate trouble. She'd already told me the hotel she and Max were staying at, and I'd told her ours.
We were bunking at a simple Holiday Inn. The guy at the front desk had eyed us a little strangely, but booked us none the less.
"It's them," Nudge whispered, her breathing raspy and her eyes wide.
"What?"
Nudge had been silent the entire flight here. I think this was the first time she had spoken.
"They've gotten them! It's too late," Nudge shouted, already scrambling for her clothes.
Just as she finished packing the clothing, the Seraglio stormed in, dressed in their usual armor.
Shit!
"Max-hi-mum Ride," one hissed.
I quickly backed up towards the bathroom, my hands behind my back and searching for anything that might be a weapon. Nudge was nowhere in sight.
Maybe she got away.
"Max-hi-mum Ride," it repeated.
What is it with these guys and saying Max's name wrong?
"Yeah! She's down the hall and to the left mother-"
The monster crumpled then, a butcher's knife sticking out of his chest.
I had no time to praise Nudge. I turned and began to fight; using any appliance I could get my hand on. A lamp smashed into one's face; a phone went through its chest.
Gazzy's POV
"Hey dude? Do you have any idea what they're saying?" I whispered, walking past a lady who was gutting a squid. Ewww!
"No?" Iggy whispered back, his voice uncertain.
Here, we stuck out like a sore thumb. Iggy was probably like a giant to these people, and we both looked like a couple of albinos.
"Max-hi-mum Ride," a voice hissed, somewhere in front of us.
We stopped immediately. Oddly, the entire street had been cleared.
Geez! These guys know how to clear a room better than I can!
"Well isn't she the popular one?" Iggy muttered his eyebrows knit.
"Max-hi-mum Ride," the thing snarled again, and I found myself staring down the nozzle of a gun.
"Dude? That had better be fire proof," I said.
As if miraculously, his gun melted in his hands. A blue fire danced across both my palms as I smirked at the other Metal Heads.
It's go time!
MAX POV
"Max-hi-mum Ride," a grating voice stated.
I swatted it away and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep.
Then, the past few hours hit me like a truck and I bolted upright, my brain rolling around in my skull.
Ungh. My luck just doesn't change huh?
"Max?" Angel whispered from beside me.
I looked around. We were in a dark room, with a single light hanging above us. Angel sat in a… (You guessed it) cage right next to my own.
"Max?" Angel repeated, her delicate hand outstretched to my own.
"I'm here," I managed to croak out, my throat feeling as dry as the Sahara. Why don't bad guys ever serve refreshments?!?!
"Max? What's going to happen to us?" Angel whispered, her voice suddenly thicker.
"I don't know sweetie," I gently cooed back as I pushed against my cage, searching for weak links.
No dice. I focused my ability on the bars, trying to bend them. All I got was a friggin headache.
"They made them so your powers have no effect," Angel stated calmly.
Great!
"You have no worries dearest. We shall take good care of you," a voice whispered from the darkness.
"Fuck you," I hissed back, spittle flying to my chin in the process.
I wiped it away quickly, hoping he didn't see it. I was going for scary and dangerous, not old and goopy.
"Oh, don't worry! When you wake up, you shall like me very much," the guy gleefully stated, his voice dangerously close to my cage.
"Touch me and you die," I snarled, backing away from the voice as much as this stupid cage would allow.
"I need not touch you," he laughed, closer still.
I took a deep breath, ready to let fly a string of every naughty word in the book. I was prepared to spring up like a trap as soon as I heard the latch on the cage release. My plan was like a stinking map in my head!
Within that deep breath, came my undoing. A soon as the new bout of oxygen was in my system, my arms and legs lost all feeling. All thoughts of destruction left my mind and I could only think of one thing: him.
"That's good my sweet!" he whispered from my left.
I fought to get nearer. To breathe in his cologne and touch his face. He was all I needed to live.
"Yes," was all I could whisper.
If it made him happy, then I was game.
"M-max?" came Angel's desperate plea from the cage beside me.
I turned my gaze to her, "don't worry sweetie. He's going to take care of us."
"What about the rest of the flock?" she hissed back.
Flock? What flock? A flock of birds? Who cares?
"Angel? What are you talking about?" I laughed, confused.
"What. Are. We. Doing. Here?" she snarled, punctuating each word with a slap to the floor of her cage.
"I…"
I couldn't finish. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing here!
"You are here because the police caught you and your niece drunk driving my darling," he stated calmly.
"Oh dear! I cannot remember!" I yelled, desperate to find out who my saviors name was.
"Do not fret my dear. I am Gabriel, and I am your fiancé. Your niece is homeless, so we have recently taken you in."
The sound of Angel sobbing made me do a double take, "Hey! At least I can remember your-"
I never got to finish my sentence though, because a blow to the back of my neck knocked me unconscious in a single second.
Fang.