Love, Pain, and Wings-Chapter 36

By MyNameIsCAB

"Would you like the check now?" the waiter asked us politely.

"Yea, that would be great," Fang spoke up suddenly.

His eyes met mine. He sensed something was wrong.

"Okay, I'll be back in a moment," the waiter left.

"I swear there's something going on here," Fang whispered. "Get ready to take off if we're attacked."

I whispered to the others and the all nodded discretely, not wanting to cause attention that we had found out people were watching us.

"Here's your bill," the waiter placed it in front of Fang.

Fang pulled out some cash and placed it on the small tray with the check. "Keep the change, sir."

"Thank you," the waiter smiled. "But I'm sorry I have to do this."

And with that, he swung a punch at Fang, knocking Fang backwards and his shoulder hit another chair.

"GO!" I shouted.

The others ran and jumped into the air, their wings shooting out as they took off. I kicked the waiter in the chest and he fell to the ground with a great "oof" sound. He dropped the money Fang had given him and I picked it up.

Fang scrambled to his feet, his hand rubbing his shoulder. "Go, Max!"

I took off, and I watched as Fang scanned the area once more before following me. His hand was still planted onto the shoulder he had hit the chair with.

"Keep flying!" Fang shouted. "Don't stop, no matter what happens. They're going to come after us."

I nodded and faced towards the others who were just a little further ahead of us. Finally, I pulled up next to Iggy, tapping his hand twice to let him know it was me.

"Max, what happened?" he asked.

"Someone was watching us," I answered.

Fang came up to my left, still holding his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Just fine," Fang muttered.

Something told me he was lying, but up in the air while we were flying was not a good time to argue with Fang.

"Max!" Iggy suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me down. We were losing altitude fast, but Iggy never let go of me. In the distance, I could hear a gunshot. It was a sniper. We were still targets.

"Awww crap," Fang dropped quickly next to me. His arm was bleeding.

"Fang…"

"I'm fine, Max," Fang muttered. "Just blood. It's not like I haven't been hurt before."

To my relief, it wasn't bleeding that badly. Maybe it was just a graze. Hopefully, it was just that.

"Everybody down!" Iggy shouted.

Quickly, we descended. I landed first, and watched Fang come down, stumbling to regain his footing, his hand over his bleeding wound.

"Great, we're near another corn field!" Gazzy screamed.

"Gaz, shut up," Fang snapped, sitting down on a big rock.

The city could still be seen, but we were now out of range of any sniper rifles. I looked at Fang's wound. It was a deep graze, but it didn't hit the bone or any arteries because the bleeding was slowing.

"Here," I pulled off my belt and tightened it around his arm. "We can clean it up later. You're shirt's black anyway so now one will notice."

He nodded. "Thanks."

I turned to the rest of the flock. Gazzy was still frowning at all the corn. I don't know why it bothered him so much, but it did.

"What are we going to do?" I hated that question. Sometimes I wished people didn't expect so much from me.

"I don't know," I sighed. "It's probably not safe to go back. Is there anything we absolutely need from the hotel?"

Everyone shook their head.

"Okay…" I sighed. "But we still need to figure out what the president is doing."

"We could stay in the corn fields," Fang grimaced, looking at Gazzy.

"NO!" Gazzy protested, but he found Fang's joke funny because he busted out laughing along with Nudge and Angel. Even Iggy cracked a smile.