Chapter 34
(Max's P.O.V.)
I skidded into the alley, feet burning rubber. I needed that card! No human could outrun a hybrid! I really didn't have to run for long though. The goth girl was right in front of me. Before I had time to spew a bunch of curses about her stealing, she opened her own mouth.
"Looking for this?" she said in a normal, bored tone.
"Yeah, give it back, unless you're looking for something of a different caliber," I snarled, clenching my fist.
"Caliber? Like a gun?" she asked sweetly, "Whatever are you talking about?" Wait, I knew that voice. It was –
"Like this sort of gun?" she asked, whipping a big honking one out of the folds of her skirt.
(Nudge's P.O.V.)
People were gaping at me, and even though it gave me a creeping feeling, that wasn't my number one priority. I beat the humid air with my wings and cursed silently under my breath. Derrick had Angel in a vise-grip, keeping her from flying to me, to safety and oppurtunity.
"I . . . won't be humilated . . . any longer! Espieceally not by . . . little kids!" he yelled. Angel was trying to sink her sharp little teeth into his arm and Gazzy was kicking and punching Derrick with all of his might. Total came racing in, barking and swearing like mad, (he had been sniffing some other dog's butt) and leaped at Derrick's leg. He bit down hard, and growled. Blood seeped into Derrick's new jeans.
"Let go of Angel!" I shouted. Angel gave a flashing grin at me and spoke softly under her breath. She was controlling him. A look suddenly came into his face and he dropped her, slumping to the ground. He held his face in his hands.
"What – what happened?" he asked, "Why am I so . . . angry?" Then he gave a short groan of pain and fell to the ground, twitching.
"Angel? Angel?!" I asked her worriedly, "What did you do to him?!"
She looked at him with her big blues full of shock, "Nothing. I didn't do a thing to him. Just asked him to let me go."
"Total!" I said, "What were you trying to do? Get Angel hurt?"
He spat out a piece of Derrick's pants, "I was defending her! Remember Max II? I didn't know if he was bad or not!"
Gazzy pulled out his leg from underneath Derrick's crumpled body, "What should we do now?"
I looked at all of the people eyeing us like we were freaks (which basically we were), too shocked to move or do anything. "Angel, wipe their memory of this, Gazzy, help me get Derrick back to the hotel," I ordered, "We've got a lot of ground to cover."