Nudge's POV
Jacob was so hot. Incredibly hot. Like, so hot, he was, like, on fire. Like, an exploding bomb of hotness.
But I never thought that he'd actually explode.
One minute, it was all cool and stuff. Iggy was kissing me on the head (about fell over on that one. Jacob's hot. But Iggy is nice, sweet, totally cute, and hot. He makes bombs. Like, awesome bombs…), Max was starting to remember herself, and we all weren't being chased by flyboys. Or M-Geeks. Or whatever those other things were. Those green eye thingies. So life was, like, perfect. There could have been a campfire. We could have eaten s'mores.
Then Jacob just had to ruin the moment.
All at once, there was screaming from the nurses outside as the wolf grew large than the room. The wall caved over his head, and a bunch of plaster fell over us.
"Get the heck out of here!" Max said. "I'll handle the spaz!" She came in front of us, blocking the wolf from us with her body. We didn't move.
She seemed to notice this almost immediately. She turned as Edward rammed himself into Jacob, cracking the wall as Jacob was thrown against it. The glass shook into a million pieces as it broke. Like a light show. A freaking demented lightshow.
"Are you guys deaf?" She almost yelled throughout the plaster and glass falling everywhere.
"No, but I'm blind!" Iggy said brightly, holding me close.
"Run before I throw you!" She screamed, taking an angry step forward.
"Gone, baby," I said, and Iggy huddled us out of there.
Doesn't life suck? Like, a lot?
Max's POV
Man, I was so freaking mad. I was a vampire, Fang was turning into a vampire, Edward was in the same room that I was, and suddenly this guy—Jacob—explodes in front of my face. In the middle of a freaking Hallmark moment! I was out for blood, man.
Werewolf blood.
Sam and Paul and Jared were changing too, and then the room was suddenly filled with one vampire, one avian hybrid vampire, one avian hybrid vampire sleeping, and four werewolves, one seriously out of control.
In the middle of a hospital. A freaking hospital.
Where a bunch of nurses and doctors and patients were screaming for help, for each other, for the police, CIA and FBI. Isn't this just so dang cozy!?
What to do…what to do…
Aha! Without a thought (actually, there was a whole lot of thought,) I grabbed Fang from the bed, and ran headfirst into Jacob so fast and strong that we crashed through the wall and fell five stories onto the ground. Many bones cracked. Thankfully, not mine. Unthankfully, Jacob's.
Edward was right behind me, muttering profanities and many death wishes. "What the…" he said, a look of incredulity on his face.
Sam, Jared, and Paul immediately knelt at Jacob's side (how'd they get here so fast? Were they like, part cheetah?), calming Jacob down. The shaking slowed until it stopped altogether. And Jacob suddenly transformed back into a human again, moaning softly.
"You could have killed him!" Sam said, suddenly standing up and jabbing an angry finger into my chest.
"Don't touch me, dog, or I'll really do something to make you cry!" I said, pushing him, not hard, but enough for him to get the picture. Which was a bad idea.
Of course, being me, I change a lot. Get different powers, different hormones. Like puberty, except that this sucks way more. So, with this awesome, incredible strength, I had no idea just how strong I actually was.
So when I pushed Sam, he kind of flew (not with wings, dummy) almost six hundred feet, crashing into a tree in the middle of the forest some long way off.
"Max, this is not helping with the whole helping you thing!" He seethed, running over to Sam.
And you know what. As soon as he left, I was in for a big surprise. I had no idea where the flock was, and suddenly in front of me were police cars, all wailing and stuff, with policemen climbing out, pointing guns at my chest, looking at Jacob lying on the ground, moaning, and Sam, Jared, and Paul looking stricken. There was Fang, unconscious, in my arms. Not something policemen would like to see. Something that would, say, get me arrested and shot. Like, at the same time.
Oh yeah, one more thing.
Because right above them, there were close to one thousand angry flyboys. M-Geeks slithered from the trees. And right beside it, the demon GoBots from the frozen hell stood stock straight right beside us, their bright, green eyes devoid of expressions. The Flyboys hovering with those big, red, glowing eyes fixed on moi.
For a minute, I was totally stunned by what was happening. And I know you're thinking: No! Max? Stunned? What is this, Fanfiction?
I know…I know.
So, this is what I've come up with based on this interesting, ah, get together between bloodthirsty enemies that everyone absolutely adores!
Itex was back up from that Volturra place. Definitely.
The Uber-Director was still alive. The hamster's apparently still homeless.
Mr. Chu was still going on with his own demented mind. Stupid Brigid must have been behind the Chinese mastermind/evil-genius/complete psychopath.
They were all somehow working together. Even the cops seemed completely obvlivious to all the robots. Or were they working with them?
Dang it, man. Dang it all to freaking heck.
Iggy's POV
We got to Bella's house all right. As in, no bruises or cuts. A lot of hearts were hurting. Bad. Like mine, for one. Which sounds totally messed up. Max was fine, Fang was fine, everyone was laughing/crying/hugging. Things were good. Nothing was out to kill us.
And then the werewolf explodes. Need I repeat myself?
As soon as we flew into the room, I felt someone else there. There was a slight creaking as someone changed positions slightly. Bella?
I instantly hustled the kids behind me as I stared at Bella warily. Well, not stare, but sort of look toward her in that general direction. Why? Because girls go on rampages when their boyfriends break up with them. I mean, it's a freaking known fact.
"Bella? I thought you were going to the hospital," I said cautiously. "Are you okay?"
Nothing. "Iggy?" Angel asked.
Hesitating, I slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to her. No response. "Bella, talk to me."
"He's gone." She whispered, completely devoid of all emotion. Like a robot or something.
I mean, I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her Edward was in fact two miles away fighting Jacob the demon freakish werewolf. It was weird, how in touch I felt toward her. It was like I knew her, somehow. I wanted to help her. I wanted to be her friend. This was why I was not totally going off my rocker and calling the cops (wait, me? Call the cops?), which is, you know, what I'd usually do.
"Where are the bedsheets?" We needed to sleep sometime this year.
No answer. "They're in the cupboard outside." Angel said.
"Nudge?" I'm brilliant, but I'm blind. I'll find that dang cupboard as soon as I design the eight wonder of the world.
"On it!" She said. Her footsteps faded. Stopped for a second. Came back. "I've got a lot of cool ones. There was even a couple sleeping bags!"
Everyone was slapping each other with high fives. Except Bella, who just didn't seem to be in the high-fiving mood.
"Uh…" I said, trying to figure something out. How to comfort a heartbroken eighteen year old. Or seventeen. Somewhere around there. "How old are you?" I muttered stupidly.
No answer. "She's eighteen." Angel said matter-of-factly.
"Okay." Glad I cleared that mess up. "So…Bella," I slurred. "We're going to stay here awhile, okay?"
No answer. "We're going to help you out, okay? I'll cook."
Nothing.
And then the world seemed to deflate. Bella's lips seemed to quiver with unintelligible language, and suddenly, she had her head buried in my chest, crying her eyes out it seemed like, her arms around me.
I awkwardly put one arm around her. "It's okay." I said, staring straight ahead. "He's a jerk anyways. You'll be fine."
"N-n-no!" She moaned, pounding my chest. She didn't say anything else after that.
Someone sat at my other side. "Iggy!" Nudge wailed, and then she was crying her eyes out too. "Uh…"
"IGGY!"
"This is terrible!"
"What's going to happen?"
And soon, I was trapped between three avian hybrids and a love-stricken eighteen year old, hugging a peeved blind kid at a complete loss for words.
I felt like a freaking tuna sandwich.
Fang's POV
When I finally woke up, the pain seemed to recede a little bit, so I was able to do some stuff, like get up and walk around. But, unfortunately, I found myself in a white, bland room, surrounded by IV tips, and a nurse looking down at me like I was Godzilla.
"Crap!" I muttered, looking down at the scratchy sheets. If I had a nickel for every time I've been in a hospital, I'd have, like, fifteen cents.
"Are you okay?" She asked anxiously, keeping her distance, yet unable to tear her eyes away from me. Bet you ten bucks she already knew about the wings. "How are you feeling?"
"Just peachy," I groaned. "Never been better." Notice the sarcasm. I decided to jump right to business. "Okay. Look, lady, thanks for whatever the hell it is you did and everything, but I gotta fly—I mean, go," I said, ripping the tape and tubes from my body.
"What?!" she practically shrieked, making me jump almost ten feet in the air. "You can't go! You've been unconscious for a day!"
What?
"Excuse me?"
"You passed out on the beach," she confirmed, cooling down. "We need to runs some tests, make sure you're alright, apart from the…" she glanced toward my shoulder blades.
"Oh, why didn't you mention it?"
"So you're not leaving."
"No. I am leaving, and what you've just said reminded me how much I needed to get out of here. Thanks."
So, there you have it. I jumped out of the bed. Put on my clothes. Walked out of there as if I owned the place. I was going home. Sort of. Going to Forks and find out what the heck was going on.
Then I suddenly heard something. A voice I didn't recognize. "You could have killed him!" someone yelled. It sounded far off, like it was heard through a tunnel.
Max's voice was clearer. "Don't touch me, dog, you're I'll really do something to make you cry!" she said.
Instantly, I went into hyperdrive. Was she okay? Who was the punk?
Then instantly I felt strong. Like I was suddenly jolted with energy from a generator or something. Blue sparks literally flew from my body, and before I had a chance to raise my eyebrows. I disappeared from the parking lot.
And found myself face to face, in Max's arms. She wasn't staring at me. Her mouth was hanging open. "My God…" she whispered.
"Max?" I said, jumping out of her arms. I kind of fell on the ground, before I jumped up as if the whole thing happened on purpose.
Her eyes instantly snapped to mine. She opened her mouth. "Fang…"
That feeling was gone now, and so was the pain. It seemed to, like, disappear or something. I felt happy.
I was about to step forward and ask what the heck was going on, when suddenly I was jolted with that same electricity. I was falling, swooning.
And found myself back in the Florida parking lot.
I started walking, and the whole "transporting to a different spot" didn't hit me until I was two miles out of sight.
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