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So….. my friendoms….. how's it hangin'???? LOL. Sorry it's taking me so long to update ALL THE FREAKING TIME—but I have a reason. Family issues, trying to get my dance moves memorized and raise my grades before my father throws hissy-fit. So, yeah…. I'm glad that you're still staying with me though! The support is unbelievable!!!
APPLESTICKERS!!!!!! (from the book Jumpman)
Fang POV
I felt the air literally drain from the room, hallway—whatever. The oxygen drained and all that was left was a thick, heavy, suffocating tension. Max began to shake. I ran my hands over her arms, wondering if she was cold or something.
She ripped away from me and began to shake even more violently. "No," she whispered. "I am not…what?" she sounded dazed, confused.
"Max?" angel questioned, her voice stiff with fear. "Max, what's happening?!"
Max slid down the wall, arms encircling herself, whispering replies to Jeb that only Angel would hear the questions.
Now that stung.
Max POV
Maximum! Stop. Don't think about it! You're going to go into…
I drowned out the rest of his words. Useless, they were now, at least. Fang touched me and I flinched away.
Finding mom. I guess I'd known all along. I just never really accepted…
Angel, flying to her death…
Fang, kissing that b-witch. Who goes for red hair anyway? It looked like her head was on fire!...
Anne. She knew…. She knew all along…. Lied to…again…
Jeb…he'd really been trying to protect us the entire time…. Hadn't he???
Max! Please, you've got to snap out of this! It doesn't matter!
Needles…loads of them. Filled with chemicals, poison, waste… killers, they were.
Fang…. In a cage, across from me. Small…. So small…he was crying. And then he saw me. Bruised, hurt, fear… he stopped. And stared. And then they moved my cage…
Iggy, crying for weeks after they made him blind. Sobbing. Fang, Nudge, reaching out to his cage, begging him to remember that he still had us…
Max! Focus! What's got you so scared?!
Needles. Needles. Killers, filled with whatever was going to kill us the second we opened that door.
What if they weren't all killers?
My eyes shot open. I was in the hallway, leaning against the wall, everyone gathered anxiously around me. I frowned. What the hell do you mean?
You're in shock Max.
…the hell???
Fang…telling me he'd always be there for me… after Jeb had left. Making sure I still took care of myself, as well as the Flock…
Nudge…saying her first word… "ebil…translated to evil…" So horrible…
Max! Stop. No memories. Only future.
Future…what future?
Kayti's children, your children.
Children??!! I only have one child, ass.
Right now you do.
I stiffened…in the hell??!!
I stood up slowly. Fang and Iggy took cautious steps away from me, probably waiting for me to sprout fangs or something. Or go into hysterics.
Or, possibly, both.
So are you suggesting that I'm going to have another child?
Not suggesting. Knowing. Fang sees the future… remember?
Holy sh—cow.
Nudge, arms wrapped around herself after Jeb—
Stop it!You know better! Now go in there, and find the needle you know you're looking for.
I took a deep breath, turning to face the Door of Death.
It was weird. I totally felt like I was walking into my deathbed—but I felt like I was walking into my future too. Future deathbed… oxymoron much?
It is Max. But…
Yeah, yeah. I know. Focus on the matter at hand. Had that pounded into my head one million too many times, I believe.
This door… (Door of Death) held my future, my fear, my pain, my enemy, my home… all in one. All of it sat behind it. Every single piece of my history stood/laid beyond that door.
Could I do this?
Gazzy POV
Oh no…. Total. No Total. I mean… he's Total! Total's been with us, for, like, ever. He always made us laugh somehow. Kept us happy… made us feel better.
And, okay, he was a talking dog. It couldn't get worse than that, right. But the had to give him an expiration date?!
Nudge burst out sobbing. Crying hard. The kids didn't know what was going on. But they seemed to know it had something to do with Total. Next thing he knew, he was being smothered in hugs by sloppy toddlers.
"No!" Total moaned. "Don't cry yet! I'm not dead! I think there's a way we can save me… and you guys!"
"Huh?" I asked. What the hell was this dog rambling about? I mean, it was pretty normal for him to go off about something, but not normally about keeping us or himself or the Flock alive.
"You guys didn't know?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. Nudge shook her head, still sniffling slightly. Total did the doggy frown thing. "Look on the back of your neck. According the graph I saw, we should all have our expiration dates, y'know, except for the kids."
Nudge gulped audibly, and somehow, somehow, we knew that Total was lying. We had to get to that room. No matter what.
We would not go down this easily.
Alright, alright, I understand that I am totally demonic, and you're all probably looking up my address with a pitchfork in hand. IM SORRY THOUGH!!! I'm not going to be able to start the next chapter until at least Monday. I've got a field trip to NYC tomorrow and I'm going out of town this weekend… so…. Let your pretty little imaginations wander for a bit…. (sticks out tongue and happily dances away)
P.S—a little forwarning: THE END OF THIS STORY IS NEAR—FOR GOOD. I'm ssososo sorry my friendoms… but, hey, all good things come to an end. I think someone told me that once.