FANG POV
Max was stone-faced, an unreadable expression on her face, as I sped up, watching the helicopters behind us gaining closer.
"What?" Max finally squeaked and I sighed.
"Hayley is your mother, Max."
"How? She looked only about our age. Maybe a little less."
"That's because she is. Hayley is only fifteen years-old."
"Then how-"
She was cut short from a whistling following us.
The both of us turned in unison quickly enough to catch a missile-looking object heading straight towards us.
"Shit," I cursed, pushing Max below me as I felt a giant burst of flames erupt right beside my head.
Then… nothing.
MAX POV
I
felt myself slip out of Fang's arms and onto something cold and
hard.
Sort of like a stretcher for an ambulance.
I tried to crack open my eyes, but I saw nothing but smoke.
What had happened?
Oh, God. The missile.
It had hit Fang.
"No…" I moaned and felt someone strap my arm down to the hard slab of metal.
Crap.
"Fang?"
No response.
I could hear other voices, yelling that we had to save both of the bird things, and that He wanted us back A.S.A.P.
Bastards.
They were taking us to Essex Passage Industries.
Don't ask me why, but I just knew.
One odd thing was that I didn't really mind.
Because I knew once we arrived there, I would know where Fang was, and we could grab my things and head out of there.
I hoped.
AN: Short, yes.
But I'm going to type a second one right now.
Uh… yes, everyone, I know that Max's eyes are brown.
But I like blue ones better, in my opinion.
Besides "FanFiction", ya know?
Just clarifying.
Soon you will all know how Hayley is Max's mother.
Do not fret, my little Twinkies.
Fluffy: BWAHAHAHA