Chapter 28

Did we really need this?

Did we really need flimsy humans armed with God knows how many guns and knives added onto the "List of Crazies After Our Hides?"

No, not really, but it wasn't as if whining like weenies was going to help anything.

So instead of pulling a Tally and rambling endlessly on some random topic, I focused on being a leader and pulling some fantastic spontaneous plan out of my hat that would either save the day or be categorized as another one of my stupid mistakes. (Sadly, there were a lot of the latter. In Fang and Iggy's opinion at least.)

Okay, so the Voice wanted me to save the word from the Armageddon, or the Apocalypse.

But the humans were the ones that were hunting us now, not just Goblins and the usual brand of hellish experiments.

But they thought that wewere a sign that this thing was happening so how was I going to solve that?

Righteous people would probably tell me to turn the flock in and be some stupid martyr in this stupid mess, and then I would gleefully knocked their teeth out for suggesting I deliberately put my flock in that kind of unnecessary danger.

The companies—The Facility, China, Spain and all the rest of the evil dudes in whitecoats—were all trying to forcefully lure us out and corner us at the same time.

We wouldn't be able to fly unless we were dang sure that there weren't any foolhardy, wannabe hunters in the immediate area.

And unless we all managed to develop the ability to shape shift then we were eternally screwed since those kids in West Virginia could probably go to the nearest police and have sketches of us made.

Yeah, this was a mess of epic proportions.

"We should get another makeover," Angel said softly, running her hands through Total's fur. "No one recognized us back then when we were in New York."

"That's a good idea Angel," Mom said. "Ella and I can go to the nearest wig shop, buy some and get you guys contacts…"

Fang covered his mouth, wincing some as he coughed.

"But we can't leave soon, can we?" I mused. "Fang and Tally can barely get up and walk around…"

They both gave me a dark look, making to get up out from the covers.

I shook my head and pushed Fang down. "Okay, this isn't a matter of whether or not you can push yourself till you drop, okay? It's your actual health. The same way that I would stop mid-flight to set up camp if it were any other flock member! Just deal!"

Fang looked at me with flat eyes before giving a barely audible huff and pointedly looking away from me.

"Right, so mom, you'll get us wigs, and…er…if you can, one of those big maps that have all of the countries and states of the world?"

Ella and Mom nodded, getting up and walking out of my room.

I turned to my flock, "All right guys, to save the world we have to stop this crap from happening."

"But how?" Nudge asked. "They have tons more people out there trying to spot us, like Ella said. And we can't all go invisible like Fang or freeze people like Tally."

"Can't we just fly somewhere and ignore this? Try Fang's idea of having a home one more time?" Gazzy asked hesitantly.

"No," Fang said. "Last time, we ended up getting captured by the school. And it would be hard to live a normal life without being able to spread our wings some every once in a while."

I nodded, "Right. We have to meet this thing head on. We have to stop all these experimental facilities once and for all."

"Tally thinks we should bomb the Facility," Iggy muttered. "Take one down, have a million to go."

"Yeah," I said slowly. "But then that would attract attention to us. A whole place going up in a giant fireball? Isn't that a little conspicuous?"

Iggy through his hands up, "We have to get rid of them somehow, Max! We can't just let that place stand while they keep cranking out Goblins and other stupid lies to get us captured!"

"I know, Ig. But if we blow up The Facility without searching the databases for any other places like that, and the list of people whom they intended to sell Tally and Fang, then we are basically screwed and our mission goes up in flames."

Tally placed her hand on Iggy's, idly doodling on his skin and he visibly calmed down.

"So we're going back there?" Angel asked, aiming her round blue and trusting eyes at me. "We're going to sneak in and get out?"

"Thenwe bomb it?" Gazzy added, a wicked grin on his face.

"Yeah, we're getting in, hacking, getting out, and then you can go wild and blow it to smithereens. And then we get the heck outta there, hopefully, with feathers intact."

-

Tally scowled, as soon as Max left the room, she pushed herself out of bed again, shaking her hands and feet to get some feeling back in them, seeing Fang doing the same on the other side of the bed, but a bit more shaky.

She checked her bandages, noting that they weren't soaked through with scarlet.

We aren't to bad, now…she thought, lifting her shirt to look at her flat stomach, ignoring the mess of scars and poking some of the green tinted stuff around the bandages.

"You shouldn't do that," Iggy said, pulling her shirt back down and holding her hands at her sides.

Talon aimed a glare at him. I know. I just wanted to see that I wasn't turning into one of those stupid boogieman Goblins.

"You won't. Now what's your excuse, Fang? I'm pretty dang sure you already are a boogieman," Iggy asked teasingly.

"Stretching," he muttered, rolling of the sleeves of his black shirt to his elbows.

"Riiiight, and I'm the Tooth Fairy," Iggy muttered, releasing Tally's hands. "Gazzy, Nudge, Angel, help me take these plates down?"

The younger kids nodded while Talon picked up Total and put him on her lap, trying to give him a faux-hawk to pass the time.

"I do hope you know you both know that you reek," Total said off-handedly. "But I suppose it's the old bandages and the sweating you did with the fever and all that."

Fang rolled his eyes, "We're more concerned with not dying, Total."

Tally's lips almost quirked into a smile, she reached out to the bedside table and grabbed a nice little pink ribbon.

Hmmm…I wonder how Total would look like as a girl…Totalita? That sounds like Toastitos or something….

"We're slowing the flock down," Fang muttered as soon as the rest of the flock had left with the plates.

Tally nodded somberly, slumping a bit, her long hair curtaining her off.

Fang and her didn't like slowing the flock down, for anything. Which is why they didn't bother telling them they were sick. And now they were stuck in the position they were trying to prevent.

The flock's lives on the line, while they're stuck on their butts because of the GH05T serum in their veins.

Fang flopped back onto the bed after a while, covering his eyes with his arm, sighing.

Yeah, things weren't too great.

She touched Total's head, looking him straight in the eyes and showed him a picture of Angel and Nudge.

"Sure, I'll go downstairs, Talon, it'll save me from this ghastly stench you both are exuding," he said, hopping off her lap and trotting away, his little stumpy tail wagging.

Tally pulled the laptop to her, opening up her blog page and frowning when she saw all the comments.

She tapped Fang's hand and he peeked from under his arm. Tally motioned to the comments on the profile page of her blog.

"What the—" Fang said softly, his eyes scanning over the comments. "These people are rabid. Are you sure they just don't like you?"

Tally slugged him in the arm, giving a soft snicker.

"Here, let me log into mine…"

A pause.

"Damn these people are nut-jobs."

Tally nodded earnestly, her eyes scanning over the threats with a few supportive comments sprinkled in between.

Fang closed the laptop, and swung his legs over the bed, "Let's go show this to Max."

-

FlyingwithdaFlock commented on Fang's page…

Dude, my dad's in the military, give yourself up. You'll be helping the world with Global Warming and all that if you let us study you, plus we get some cash!

SmexKitten1989 commented on Fang's page…

Fang! I hope you know my parents are fighting because of you! Dad is obsessed with catching you and the flock and mom doesn't want him to be in danger! I HATE YOU! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!

DeathsFlight commented on Fang's page…

This is nuts. Don't let anybody capture you, stay incognito or something and don't let the rest of the nutty people giving you hate mail bother ya. They're just idiots.

Natalie B. commented on Fang's page…

My dad's polishing up his long range rifle, I hope you know. He's really excited about earning $350,000…it's scaring my little sister. DeathsFlight, you are the idiot. You don't know how this is affecting other people! So just shut up!

DeathsFlight commented on Fang's page…

Natalie B.? Yeah? Shut up. I do know. I just don't piss and whine about it like you do. I just say "screw the world" and go to the "Pro-Flock" meetings. Don't you dare say I don't know how its affecting people cause I do!

Matsacoolgeek commented on Fang's page…

Dude this is insane.

PissedOffChick commented on Fang's page…

*^%$ off Fang! Your f**cking up my whole life!

Max blinked at the tons and tons of comments on Fang's page…

Tally bit her lip. This so sucks.

"Wow, the legions of Fang's cult followers have turned on him?" Iggy asked, half grinning.

Tally smacked him, They turned on me too. And I guess since I've barely had my blog any time, they felt it was okay to call me names…not that they didn't call Fang a…er…nasty names more than once.

"This is so bizarre."

Tally winced some, rubbing bellow her collar bone a bit. Ouch.

Iggy's head whirled around to "look" at her. "You okay?" he barely mouthed.

Other than the slight increasing burning in her chest and head? Yeah, she was peachy keen. Fine. Bit my tongue.

The dark haired girl glanced at Max and Fang, seeing that they were off in their own worlds and her brother seemed perfectly fine. Alone time, please? You can work on that little cell phone bomb with Gazzy…I'll watch.

"And start a running commentary in your head, right?" he asked playfully, only to her. "Max, we're going to go hang with Gazzy."

She shook her head at how he didn't even wait to see Max's reaction as he pulled her up the stairs.

Next thing Tally knew, she was sitting cross legged, watching Iggy and Gazzy expertly create a mini army of bombs.

Oooh…that looks cool…watch it with the wires! Ain't that a nice shade of yellow?

"This yellow? It's like a banana," Iggy said amused.

Yeah, that's why its cool. It's like they replicated a banana skin and just wrapped it around the wire thingy…better than throwing them on the floor so that someone can fall on their butts like in those cartoons…

"Should I get the canola oil and cayenne pepper?" Gazzy asked, fiddling with a mess of wires and connecting them like the evil little genius he was.

Oooh, I'll get the water guns! That'll be fun! Tally thought, her mouth curling into a smile. And we can get some really spicy dried peppers and that stuff I snagged from that CVS, what was is? Ethyl Alcohol?

"Yeah, it'll cause major mayhem for the hunters. Sure, Gazzy, get it."

Hm, imagine how the hunters will feel when we drop home made tear gas on them? It'll be awesome. But we'd better get out of there fast. Hey, isn't tear gas a bit redundant when we have the Gasman? We can just tell him to rip one or something and he'll make all of those idiots drop like flies.

"But we don't want to risk him getting shot in the butt to save us," Iggy pointed out, a look of utter concentration on his eyes as he twisted the last wires together and rubbed his hands. "Done. The Cell Phone from Hell, is finis."

Tally leaned forward, swallowing a small whimper when the hurt in her chest shifted some. Looks cool. And very discreet, hey! Are those the strap thingies from that bra I tossed out?!

"Uh…no, why would you think that?" Iggy asked, his eyes darting away a tad bit nervously.

Tally leaned in close to him, as if to kiss him, I'll quote Max again, then: Sexist. Pig.

"Heh, oink, oink," he said a softly, making to close the minuscule gap between their lips.

"OMG MAX! DID YOU DO THAT?!"

Tally quite literally fell over onto her side and gritted her teeth when the acid in her head and chest seemed to double.

"What the hell was that?!" Iggy asked, eyes aiming at the door. "C'mon! Let's go check it out, Tally!"

Ugh…can't move. Too tired. Nightie night, don't let the Goblins bites… she thought blandly, blinking owlishly. She cursed Nudge's name, and intended to do it from dawn to dusk. They were finally gonna get some alone time and kiss some…Oh the irony…how many times has this happened to us? We always get interrupted. It's like a damn sitcom.

Iggy rolled his eyes at her, swooped down and pulled her to her feet.

In a few seconds they were downstairs with everyone else, huddled around Max.

"Wha' happened?"

Nudge turned to them, "Omigawd! Dr. Martinez and Ella walked in while Max and Fang were, er, doing couple-y things and then Max got startled and jumped in the air some and tossed her hand out and the bags in Dr. Martinez's hands flew straight across the room! And it was so cool! Sorta of like what I do with metal but Max makes it go away and mmph mmph grmmph!!!"

So Max developed another power? What's this add up to, The Voice, Warp Drive and this weird thingy with moving things with her mind now?

A/N:

Me: I haven't really done one of these in a long time. So, Imma say that I love this story to bits but I need to update WvW and put some stuff in there before I get my head whacked off by overzealous readers.

Max: You know, Iggy's a real perv in this one.

Me: You called him a sexist pig on more than one occasion, what's with the change of heart? We've read fanfics where he's caught with his hands in the wrong places with both Ella and Nudge respectively. This is only the tip of the ice burg.

Max: Ugh, gross. Just don't go overboard.

Me: I won't. Anyways, I like the end better than the beginning. The angst made me snap and decide to go with my craving for some Tiggy/Taggy action. And apparently implied FAX.

Max: ….

Me: And we all know Max loves FAX, heh. Anyways, got two of my summer reading requirements finished yesterday (both in one day, not little by little, I see no point in doing it little by little, so I take advantage of being a bookworm), and have three to go. So I was slacking off today and writing for my wonderful readers. I recommend Looking for Alaska by John Green (9thgrade requirement and there is booze, cigs, implied dirty stuff and other things I'm not at liberty to say) and Impulse by Ellen Hopkins (a bunch of poems that tells the tale of three teenagers who all end up at Aspen Springs mental facility because they all attempted suicide and are on the road to recovery. The poems seem much better than most prose and regular narratives I've read)

Max: That was long. Finish up already. We need to go make cookies.

Me: Yeah…oh! And the cayenne pepper, ethyl alcohol stuffs? True. Homemade teargas anyone? I have a bottle of it stuffed in the back of my closet in case things arise. Dad actually had the gall to ask me if I wanted to be a long range gun shooter for the FBI. I said no. I wanted to be in the ballistics unit so that I can put my pyromania to work, but heck, I'll deal with an M16, a Glock or whatever. Would be fun. Lol

-Maddy and Max

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